Chapter 21 Rich, Ordinary, Poor
The spot on his temples was bulging with pain like a hill. Li Ziyue leaned against the cold wall of the player's room, his eyes tightly closed, his fingers pinching his wrinkled brows, and a breath of foul air was still stuffy in his chest.
There were chaotic sounds of clothes rubbing against each other and shoes hitting the ground. Occasionally, a few people could be heard whispering. More and more people came into the room. Li Ziyue stood in the corner in silence. After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes.
Although there was no foreign object on his hands at this moment, the strong smell of blood from before seemed to still linger around him, and there was an inexplicable disgusting stickiness between his fingers.
The mood is so complicated that it is hard to express in words.
Li Ziyue's face turned pale, with a thick layer of cold sweat on his forehead. He stood there for two seconds, letting the cool breeze in the room wake him up.
Then.
Then he leaned against the wall, took out the Chinese test paper he had just received yesterday and started answering the questions with a very good attitude.
Having been in the infinite dungeon for so many years, Li Ziyue may not have outstanding talents, but his mentality is good.
The tip of the pen moved across the yellowed paper, making a calming rustling sound.
Although it is known that he will "kill people" in the copy, there is nothing he can do about it for now.
It is a waste of time to speculate why he fell into such a situation, so the right thing to do is to finish your homework first, so as not to be hunted in the copy while guessing the thousands of sorrows that the exiled poet wanted to express.
However, hope is beautiful and reality is cruel.
Li Ziyue seemed to have forgotten that his Chinese language was a mess.
After reading the article three or four times, his mind was still blank. No matter how he analyzed it, he still couldn't figure out what emotion the author wanted to express. Li Zi felt more and more annoyed.
His heart was still in a tangle when a cold touch from the side gave him goose bumps. His sixth sense was instantly tense. Li Ziyue's hands kept moving but his eyes glanced behind him without leaving a trace.
Someone was watching him.
The man was over seven feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick waist. The strong muscles on his shoulders bulged out in an exaggerated manner, and his thick neck was covered with terrifying blue veins.
Such a tall figure had a pair of small eyes, and his dark pupils shrunk into a dark dot, adding a sense of eeriness and treacherousness.
He looks very much like Yang Hu, whom Li Ziyue met in the primary pseudo-human copy, but this person's strength is probably even stronger than Yang Hu.
The two of them asked each other in a calm voice for several times, but did not speak. They had already clashed several times invisibly. It seemed that they were evenly matched, but in fact, Li Ziyue was already at a disadvantage.
He didn't know why the other person was staring at him.
People were walking by one after another, and when they looked over again, Li Ziyue had disappeared from that person's sight.
The man's mouth curled up in a mocking arc, and a stream of hot air rolled out of his nose. He didn't intend to look for it, but just moved his eyes to the big screen in the room.
At this moment, the system prompt sounded.
[Players are welcome to choose the "Suicidal Farmer" dungeon in the weather series]
[The copy is divided into two time periods]
[Dry during the day, average temperature 39℃]
[Thunder and lightning, heavy rain at night]
[During the daytime drought, all liquids in the player's backpack that are not given in the dungeon will be prohibited from use. Players will get a certain amount of water resources by drawing lots. After entering the dungeon, the system will no longer provide water. Please use limited resources with caution.]
[Now, the draw results have been uploaded to the player system, please check in time, if there is any abnormality, please report it immediately]
Li Ziyue took the test paper with detailed markings but only answered multiple-choice questions. He opened the system and searched the interface for a long time before finding his lottery result in an inconspicuous corner.
[The amount of water you draw is equivalent to that of an average person: 2L]
[Tips: 10% of players draw rich water volume: 20L, 60% of players draw ordinary water volume: 2L, 30% of players draw poor water volume: 0.5L]
Seeing such probability and water resource distribution, Li Ziyue couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and gave an ambiguous smile.
Unlike the primary pseudo-human game, players have to stay in the "Suicidal Farmer" copy for three full days. During this period, they are not allowed to leave the copy and cannot get supplies from the outside world. This means that the water resources drawn this time will be all the water that the players can consume in the next three days.
When the weather is hot during the day, an average adult needs to drink about 2L of drinking water to maintain normal life. As it stands, 90% of players will face water shortages, while the 10% of rich people don't have to worry about this situation at all.
The highest is 20L and the lowest is 0.5L, showing a huge gap between the rich and the poor.
The poor are trying their best to increase their water resources, and the rich will not easily agree to hand over their water resources - who can guarantee that water resources will not be needed to pass certain stages of the copy?
If nothing unexpected happens.
No, it should be affirmative.
This will trigger a water grabbing game among players.
Sure enough, at the moment the draw result was announced, Li Ziyue could clearly feel that the eyes and movements of some people around him became slightly stiff.
That is thinking. The poor are thinking about how to rob, the rich are thinking about how to protect, and in just a few breaths, some people's plans have taken shape.
It seems that it is difficult to achieve unity among players in this copy.
Li Ziyue sighed helplessly.
Next comes the cliché and annoying prop selection segment.
This aspect of the system is clearly not fully developed, and some players even spread rumors that the managers "above" have some unspeakable bad tastes.
There are usually only two or three items available for purchase, but their usefulness is not guaranteed.
Players often spend a large amount of points to buy props, and then after they have finished the dungeon, they find that the props they bought are of no use other than as instant noodle lids.
So after the copy is over, you can see many players complaining about the props that cheat people of their points.
Therefore, the item purchasing process has reached the point where both players and the system are fed up with each other.
However, this time the system doesn't seem to be so eager to cheat players out of their money.
There are three types of props that can be purchased, namely:
[1L water resource: terrible dihydrogen monoxide. I heard that people who drank this substance died in the end. The kind system reminds players to buy with caution. (Price: 10,000 points)]
[A huge asbestos blanket: It can completely wrap the body of the dead player, so that the player will not be exposed in the wild and can die in a dignified manner. Sincerely recommend players to buy it (price: 1000 points)]
[A box of matches snatched from a little match girl: On a cold night, light this box of matches, whose ghost will you see? Timid System Sharp Review: It is recommended that players do not buy the infinite version of "Ghost". (Price: 1500 points)]
Players can only choose one item to buy. The most useful of the three items is 1L of water, but it is too expensive. Clearing the "Suicidal Farmer" dungeon only gives 8,000 points, but buying this item costs 10,000 points. Who would pay for an infinite dungeon? It's really funny.
However, there are still many people who are eager to pay for it.
Li Ziyue's eyes quietly fell on those who were willing to spend a lot of money to buy 1L of water, and he silently memorized their appearance.
People who buy this prop can be roughly divided into three categories.
First, players who are extremely short of water resources grit their teeth and buy it. Because even if they have to pay for the dungeon, it is better than becoming a dried corpse due to lack of water.
The second type is players who have a certain amount of points saved. Earning points by clearing dungeons is not their main goal. They want to get the six weather powers. This type of player usually has played the weather series dungeons more than once, and is familiar with these dungeons, which are also more difficult to deal with.
The third group consists of players who purchased for personal reasons. The specific reasons are difficult to analyze, so they are generally classified into one category for the time being.
Apart from the water resource item, the number of people who purchased the quilts and matches was very small. Many players cursed the system for randomly stuffing two more items to make up the number.
Listening to other people's comments, Li Ziyue, holding the blanket in his hands, yawned expressionlessly.
He buried his head in the soft quilt, carefully feeling the gentle scent of the sun, and rubbed it twice for comfort, looking like he was about to lie down on the ground and fall asleep.
I could vaguely hear someone whispering next to me: "This person is so strange, why did he buy a blanket? The weather is so hot... Even at night, with heavy rain, the quilt would be cold and wet like ice..."
Li Ziyue was about to speak, but the moment he raised his head his eyes froze and he kept silent.
"I don't know," the other man sneered, his tone full of obvious malice, "He might be crazy."
Li Ziyue was not angry at the mocking voice, but felt a sense of intimacy as if it were a self-abuse.
Six years ago, he had just come out of an advanced pseudo-human copy. His gold finger was wiped out, his weapon was taken away, all his seniors were dead, and he fell from the altar of the "strongest" to the abyss of the "weakest". For a time, he became a rat crossing the street and everyone wanted to beat him up. Everyone would come up to greet him. He had heard countless words that were ten thousand times more unpleasant than this.
However, later on, those players who knew his past were not as resilient as Li Ziyue and died in dungeons one after another. In recent years, fewer people still remember his glorious past and shameful history, and he basically no longer hears such mocking words.
So kind.
Li Ziyue curled the corners of his mouth, but his eyes were cold to the bone.
He raised his head and smiled at the two people who were talking, but still said nothing.
The person who asked him why he bought the quilt was a handsome young man, about fifteen or sixteen years old. His childish face was stained with an abnormal amount of white, while his eye sockets and lips were extremely dark, and it seemed that he would not live long.
The person who laughed at him was the burly man who had stared at him with ill intentions before.
He squatted beside the boy with a stern expression. A long iron chain was tied around his neck, and the other end of the chain just fell into the boy's palm. It seemed that he was restrained by someone.
Weird player relationships.
The strong man knew what happened to him six years ago. He must have been struggling in the infinite dungeon for a long time. He was not a stupid man and might have some special skills.
However, he was restrained by the seemingly young and weak boy in an extremely humiliating way...
Just as I was thinking silently, I didn't expect the next moment.
"Bang!"
An unusually heavy collision sounded, and Li Ziyue's eyes suddenly stopped, stagnating at a certain point——
Blood gushed out, and the solid wall shattered. The cracks were as tight as spider silk, and black and red sticky liquid twisted and spread down.
All voices present were instantly stopped, the light in the player's room suddenly changed, the glaring red warning light flashed wildly, and the system sounded a sharp warning.
[No infighting here, no infighting here!]
The culprit seemed not to care about any of this. He inserted his fingers into the cracked skull of the sturdy man, licked the corner of his mouth with the tip of his bright red tongue, and his dark brown pupils were gradually coated with a layer of crazy blood color.
The young man's expression remained calm, and he even gave a seemingly kind smile, as if it was not him who knocked the strong man unconscious with a palm.
"I'm sorry," he bowed slightly to Li Ziyue, "The dog barked because I didn't discipline it properly. Don't worry about it."
He was polite and humble, but without waiting for Li Ziyue to answer, he dragged the dying man away calmly.
The blood dripped, leaving a blurry and cruel mark on the white tiles on the ground.
Everyone was silent, and the atmosphere gradually became tense. But the next moment, the young man holding the quilt shrank into the corner, his voice still trembling: "What...what..."
Li Ziyue's face was pale, with a little sweat on his forehead. He put his hand on his chest, looking frightened.
Someone in the crowd laughed out loud, and the crowd gradually dispersed. Occasionally, people could be heard talking.
"No wonder you bought a blanket. What a fool."
Li Ziyue had an awkward smile on his face, as if what happened before was just a sudden misfortune. He shrank into the corner obediently, trying not to occupy other people's space.
However, his features hidden in the shadows were gloomy and frightening.
At the same time, the system prompt sounded.
[The copy has been loaded and is being transferred]
“Ding Dong~”
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