Chapter 4 Let's Set Sail, ███! "They didn't choose me..."
At this moment, the room's main comment section:
"【Pu Fengchun】Little jellyfish, here I come!"
"【Pu Fengchun】Did Lao Qi reach the points target this week? Did the band president nag him about adding more points? hh"
"【Pu Fengchun】Wait, who is Pu Fengchun? Isn't the prediction machine position Zhu Wen?"
Each camera position has its own comment section. When viewers enter the room, they can watch multiple camera positions or click on a specific camera position. The comments from that specific camera position will be merged into the overall comment section, and the name of the player whose position was viewed will be displayed before the comments.
It's a bit like a fan light board that doesn't require voting.
The game's opening title is naturally "Predicting the Camera Position Player".
Viewers specifically clicked on the only camera angle to confirm who it was.
"The memorial tablet isn't a prayer text??"
"Is our little jellyfish finally past its prime? He's not even an adult yet, and he's already past his prime?"
"You're a fake fan upstairs. He just celebrated his 18th birthday in a dungeon last month."
"You're a fake fan upstairs, that's a role-playing book."
"Yue, I finally managed to forget about human butter presses and human candles, yue."
The initial exposure may have relied entirely on predicted camera angles. They were handpicked by the host and had all the advantages of timing and location, earning them the nickname "treasure tablet" from the audience.
Either be the best in the room, or be the most talked about; if there's a top player, choose the top player.
"I didn't see any other experts either. Did I miss something?"
"Is it another case of unspoken rules with the host? Was it bribed by the band's rivals or by enemies that Zhu Wen made himself?"
"Looking at the name, everyone, 'Zhang San' was randomly generated. It's part of the host's newbie protection mechanism. I just came from next door with 'Zhao Liu' :)"
"..."
"So they were scared out of their wits and just picked blindly... What kind of mentality is that? How did they even pick the right person? Speechless."
"Don't take the free publicity from Lao Qi..."
"Daily Game is doomed (1/1)"
"What a fucking disappointment, I'm not watching anymore."
The comments were full of insults and profanities, but Xue Chao had a "fully automatic anti-profanity system" installed in his mind, preventing any malicious intent from getting in. He glanced at it casually, mainly observing the players' reactions.
Looking at the comments from both new and old players, he realized amidst the screen full of mockery that players couldn't see them, not even those with a designated spot; only he could.
Is he not only the host, but also the assistant who directs the artists from behind the scenes based on comments during the live broadcast?
Why not just divide the money into eight parts and use it instead of distributing it in several portions?
The bus arrived, and passengers disembarked one after another. Xue Chao manipulated the eyes to look at the first-floor entrance from all directions.
This was a very novel perspective, fragmented and each forming its own viewpoint, yet simultaneously presented before his eyes... However, it caused great damage to his brain. The tearing sensation of his consciousness going in different directions plunged him into an overloaded blankness, making him a momentary fool—he had overextended himself!
The travelers stepped through the gate at that moment, and the players mingled among them. No one moved; they all stood at the entrance, as if waiting for some instruction.
The Giant Harbor passenger terminal was dimly lit and deserted, as if it had ceased operations. The only presence were old-looking robots, mostly shaped like fish, made of rusted iron, unable to swim realistically with their tails wagging. They moved back and forth using pulleys under their fins, like dead fish darting about, a bunch of broken copper and scrap iron.
It looked rough, but it did have a musty, fishy smell.
Sensing the door open, the dead fish's stiff eyes lit up with blue light, but they didn't move.
Everyone was waiting for the "next step," and Xue Chao realized that, as the host, he was the one who should announce the "next step."
More precisely, he needs to pinpoint the first step in the process to kick off the show.
……trouble.
Welcome to Giants Harbor!
Suddenly, text appeared on the large screen on the second floor facing the main entrance, and red light shone on the passengers, like an ominous silhouette.
While everyone was either stunned or on guard, Xue Chao, with a splitting headache, "saw through" all the electronic surveillance cameras and, in each area, first chose the ticket collection hall.
Not only because "ticket collection" is the first step in the normal boarding process, but also because the entire first floor only has a ticket collection hall, he doesn't have a complete electronic monitoring view. He can only see outside the ticket collection window, while the inside of the window is covered by a black curtain and is pitch black.
The ticket collection hall was incomplete for him, and even more so for players without a "God's-eye view".
The unknown represents secrets and dangers, and secrets and dangers represent "excitement," which is the key to the show.
He's judging others by his own petty standards; this place is very likely a "game level."
Please collect your tickets first.
After Xue Chao typed this message on the big screen, the host panel and the player panel updated simultaneously.
Main Quest 1 "Set Sail, ███!" is now available.
[Main Quest 1-1 "The Voyager's Invitation": It's said that Noah's Ark will appear at the end of the world, but if every day is the end of the world, will Noah's Ark also run away?]
[Mission Details: To set sail, first, you need a ticket.]
The text on the large screen disappeared, replaced by red "→" symbols that filled the entire horizontal screen, densely packed together, creating a very oppressive feeling.
The dead fish came to life. The rusty pulleys rolled across the tiled floor, making a screeching noise that rose and fell. They scurried like rats through the gaps between passengers, startling them into scattering and watching them rush into the dark ticket hall on the right.
They then noticed a row of self-service ticket machines outside the ticket hall, which looked like fish standing upright on their tails—it was quite bizarre.
The screen was positioned directly over the fish's belly, and the fish's eyes emitted a cold, electronic light, indicating that the device was powered on.
All of this that followed was not done by Xue Chao, but by a set of instructions already hidden in the system. Because he triggered the correct opening, the subsequent process proceeded naturally.
He calls himself the "AI controlling Hong Kong," but he's really just a fake commander, a puppet on a string. He thought he was some kind of high-ranking official.
With a direction in mind, the passengers got moving, heading to the ticket hall or the ticket machine, with most choosing the latter.
The eight players then dispersed into the crowd. After observing the two ticket collection points, most of the players, just to be on the safe side, also chose to use the ticket machine.
The crowd separates and moves, highlighting those who remain in place.
"They didn't choose me..." Zhu Wen stared at his watch in disbelief.
He deliberately revealed his identity, almost explicitly telling the clueless host, "Choose me, and you're guaranteed to pass." The little mouse hiding behind the screen didn't fall for it.
Is he not a newcomer, but an enemy?
Zhu Wen tried hard to think of who he had offended recently—there were just too many to list, so he gave up.
He wasn't nervous at all; on the contrary, he seemed more alert, his eyes sparkling.
This dungeon might not be as boring as he thought!
Let's start by catching mice.
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