While opening the forum, Yang Jia suddenly remembered the alien post she had seen before. She sat in front of the computer for a while, finally took a deep breath, clicked the [Post New Post] button, and started typing.
【Topic】For some people, the world we live in is just a game!
After typing the title, Yang Jia paused to read the sentence again, then changed the exclamation point at the end to a period. This wasn't some cute post meant to attract attention and traffic, but a serious one, Yang Jia thought.
Then she wrote down her experiences of the past three days, slightly blurring out the time and place.
At the end of the post, Yang Jia felt like he should write something. But after much thought, he couldn't come up with anything. Calling on everyone to rise up and resist? That sounded like a joke, and no one would believe it. Besides, since this was a game, with a system controlling it, could NPCs defeat humans?
She thought of the famous question: Imagine an iron house, impenetrable. Everyone inside is asleep, and you are the only one awake. You can choose to wake those around you, letting them know their plight and then die in despair; or you can choose not to wake them and let them die in their sleep, unconscious and unaware. Which option would be best for these people?
Yang Jia still didn't know the answer to this question, but now, finally in this situation, she felt that perhaps she wanted to wake these people up. It wasn't so that everyone could make a final struggle together, but she just suddenly felt lonely and hoped that others could understand her loneliness.
This kind of thinking is very selfish, commonly known as "taking someone down with you even if you die." But Yang Jia knows a more artistic way of putting it: "One share of pain, shared by two people, becomes half." If it is divided into millions of parts, then what he needs to bear is only one ten-millionth of it.
Yang Jia didn't know if this was the intention behind his post.
But as soon as she refreshed her screen, she realized that the heavy burdens she had to bear might be destined to be borne by herself alone.
First floor: Good article! I don’t know where the OP posted it, remember to link it and I’ll save it.
In a forum, the poster who posts the most often determines the subsequent trajectory. Because this poster chooses a rather bizarre angle, everyone else treats it as the outline or beginning of a story, engaging in heated discussion within the thread. The unanimous sentiment is: "This post needs to go viral!" Then, one after another, they ask her to leave a link.
This situation lasted for dozens of floors before it finally changed.
53rd floor: I originally thought that the main topic of this thread was to discuss various psychological and personality issues, but I am so sweet.
At this point, the post has completely gone awry, with nothing but 233333 and spam posts mocking the 53rd post. There hasn't been any meaningful reply from beginning to end.
That would be fine, but what was even more sad was that when Yang Jia returned to her homepage and refreshed it, she suddenly found five or six "Linked Buildings Next Door" floating on the homepage, all imitating her format. They said that this world was either a parallel world, a book, or someone's dream. What's more, some people said that this world was actually just the personal space of a certain big man... All these things are terrifying when you think about them carefully. Yang Jia's game theory is simply insignificant among them.
Yang Jia: “…” Sometimes human imagination is so powerful and annoying!
She closed the webpage, remembering how she'd once followed the trend and parodied certain posts, and couldn't help but feel sad. So, one shouldn't overdo things; sooner or later, one will have to pay for what one has done.
However, Yang Jia did not indulge in this emotion. He quickly cheered himself up and went over what had happened in the past few days from beginning to end.
The situation now was that she had stumbled upon a group of players, discovered the world's greatest secret, and then been mistaken for a player by the others. Without much hesitation, Yang Jia decided to continue playing the role of a player, infiltrating the enemy and gathering more information.
After adjusting his mindset, Yang Jia picked up the phone that was charging on the side and pressed the power button.
After a few seconds of the boot-up animation, the phone screen appeared. Several text messages followed, and Yang Jia opened them. They were all advertisements, none of which were useful. She remembered the number she had left for Bai Ting yesterday and wondered if she would call. Had she already called?
But now, there seems to be no other way except waiting.
At this moment, the cell phone suddenly rang, and Yang Jia, who was unprepared, almost threw the phone away.
I looked down and saw an unfamiliar number.
Yang Jia suspected the scam was coming for her again, but after a moment's hesitation, she answered the call. To her surprise, it was actually from the travel agency, telling her that her previous job was over and asking her to come collect her pay.
Are all capitalists this considerate these days? After hanging up the phone, Yang Jia stood up and thought while changing his clothes.
But no matter what, she finally got the three thousand yuan. If it weren't for the money, she might not have been able to hold on for three days. Although by the end, she had almost forgotten about it.
Thinking of the person who made him forget about the three thousand yuan, the relief on Yang Jia's face disappeared again.
Li Bai...
She had been mocking Big Boss Yuan Hai yesterday, saying how dare an NPC like him covet Li Bai, only to realize she was just an NPC herself. Furthermore, by NPC standards, she wasn't even close to Yuan Hai in terms of status and importance.
How ironic!
This was the first time she had fallen in love with someone at her age. Although she knew that the distance between them was very far and there was almost no possibility of them being together, Yang Jia had never imagined that the distance between them would be so great. So far that even if she tried her best, she would never be able to get him.
She was about to break up before she even started dating.
But fortunately, it was just the beginning, and the myriad of things on his mind easily suppressed this bit of excitement. Yang Jia forced himself not to think about it, changed his clothes, took his keys, cell phone and wallet, slammed the door and went out.
The travel agency was quite large, and Yang Jia had originally thought that she would just go to collect her wages from her subordinates. However, she did not expect that the front desk would directly bring her to Mr. Zhang.
"This mission was accomplished very well," Mr. Zhang said. "What are your thoughts?"
Hearing her ask this, Yang Jia didn't know why his heart suddenly moved, and he came up with an unreliable guess. Does this Mr. Zhang know that this is just a game, that he knows the existence of players, and even knows what his current special identity is?
But she couldn't possibly ask any of these questions. So after a brief hesitation, Yang Jia smiled and said, "It's completely different from what I thought."
"Yes," Mr. Zhang nodded. "Otherwise, how could it be called a groundbreaking masterpiece? Come and experience it! There's more interesting content!"
It seemed she really did know, and seemed to consider herself a player. In other words, even she didn't know of her own uniqueness. Having formed this conclusion, Yang Jia, fearing the danger of speaking too much, stopped asking.
Mr. Zhang took out a paper bag from the drawer. Yang Jia guessed that his 3,000 yuan reward should be inside.
But at this moment, Yang Jia suddenly asked, "Boss Zhang, can my reward only be money?"
Mr. Zhang looked at her in surprise and said, "You're quite smart, young lady." She lowered her head and thought for a moment before saying, "I recruited you, so it's not a bad idea to give you a chance to choose. Tell me, what do you want?"
It actually works! Yang Jia was really surprised this time. She thought about it and asked, "I wonder what options are there?"
"Currently, you can only choose from money, weapons and auxiliary items." said Mr. Zhang.
"What are auxiliary items?"
"Medicine, formulas, blueprints, accessories, maybe even a mysterious item with a mission," Mr. Zhang said. "It all depends on your luck."
Reason told Yang Jia to choose a weapon. What she needed most right now was the ability to protect herself. But for some reason, another voice in her head told her to choose a support item. Yang Jia hesitated for only a second before deciding to follow her intuition. "Then I'll choose a support item."
As she spoke, she thought of the ID card in her wallet. Bai Ting and the others had mentioned more than once that this card seemed to bring a luck bonus, and even Li Bai had chosen her as a teammate because of it. And... Yang Jia herself had sensed it too. When she touched a corpse, it was as if her mind automatically knew where the good stuff lay.
Mr. Zhang was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything. He put the original paper bag back and replaced it with a box, pushing it in front of Yang Jia. "The reward is random, you can open it and see what it is."
Yang Jia grabbed the box, took a deep breath, and then opened it carefully.
A bottle of liquid lay quietly in the box. The clear glass bottle had elegant lines, and the pale green liquid was beautiful and translucent, seemingly flowing continuously within. Although I didn't recognize it, I knew it was a good thing.
"What is this?" Yang Jia carefully picked up the bottle and placed it in the palm of his hand.
Ms. Zhang's expression changed, and she looked at the bottle in Yang Jia's hand in surprise. "I'm so lucky to have drawn this." She laughed and said, "There are two kinds of medicines here. One kind can be made by finding raw materials and formulas. The other kind has no raw materials or formulas and only exists as a quest reward. This thing in your hand is the quest reward, it's called Yangzhi Ganlu. What do you think it's used for?"
"Healing injuries, replenishing health and mana?" Yang Jia guessed. Seeing that Mr. Zhang smiled but said nothing, she asked cautiously, "Could it be resurrection?"
"That's right," Mr. Zhang said. "This is the only resurrection item. Possessing it is like having an extra life. Are you happy?"
Resurrection! One more life!
Yang Jia's hands were shaking as she gripped the bottle. She wasn't just happy; she was so excited she almost fainted! For those players who could die over and over again, the resurrection potion might only save a little time, but for Yang Jia, it was different!
She had considered that, as an NPC, she was different from a player in every way. Who knew if she would respawn after death, and if she did, would she retain her memories, especially the special things she currently possessed? But in gaming, dying and reappearing was the norm, and if she wanted to pretend to be a player, she had to accept this.
Unexpectedly, he got the resurrection potion right away! At this moment, Yang Jia finally believed that maybe he really had good luck.
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