Chapter 842 - 712: Pulverized Corpse

Raising three thick, short fingers, the Noah Robot cheerfully said, "Based on experience, there are usually three modes for script tasks issued by the killing field. One, players enter the script world, maintaining their original appearance, appearing as oddly-dressed outsiders in the eyes of native NPCs;

Two, players are given specific identities by the killing field, appearing the same as natives to NPCs.

Three, the complete role-playing mode, where players have all abilities sealed, and their bodies are replaced as native NPCs.

In these second and third modes, players most often play humans, whether ancient people, modern Earth people, or universal people, mutants, sub-humans. They are basically within the humanoid framework.

Even when playing non-human species, it is mostly as demon beasts, ghosts, and other extraordinary life forms.

But this isn’t reasonable statistically, if it were completely random,

in all heavens and myriads of worlds, countless parallel universes, the appearance probability of alien creatures far exceeds that of humans. Why is it rare to play as methane-based life, ammonia-structured life, hydrogen fluoride/hydrogen sulfide solvent life, plasma life?

In countless parallel Earths, why do we rarely see trilobites, cornerstones, dinosaurs that survived natural disasters and developed their civilizations?"

"Uh..." Don Juan was stunned for a moment, having never thought about this question before.

"In this regard, the GOC proposed a unit of measurement, World Line Divergence Rate, used to measure the difference between the script world and real Earth, precise to six decimal places.

Our real Earth is at 100%. Most script worlds are 96-99%, including the KR line where the Allies won World War I, the High Castle Man line where Xi’er won, and the Flames Rising Line of World War III.

If supernatural elements exist, the world line divergence rate is about 91-95%, such as the Fierce Ghost Arrival line, Spiritual Energy Revival line.

If supernatural elements exist and history is greatly altered, the world line divergence rate would drop to 80%-90%. For example, the Dinosaur Never Extinction line, All People Wizards line, Fleet Girls world line.

When the divergence rate is combined with the World Tree theory, interesting conclusions can be drawn — our Earth is upstream in the branching of the World Tree, all script worlds, native worlds that cannot produce players on a large scale, are branches extending from Earth.

That’s why those ancient Level 40s from different world lines are coming towards us. Otherwise, it can’t be explained."

Earth resources are indeed scarce, there is no Sakura Stone, Tiberium Ore, Immortal Vine, or Diqing Mineral worth coveting, it’s impossible they come to Earth to snatch the Indian immigrants who don’t use toilet paper, right?

"In short, the urgent task is to send more players to the top level of the Four Realms Mountain, to provide assistance to Michael and the others."

Seeing yet another batch of players falling from above the lake, Dr. Noah handed over a sack, quickly saying, "It’s recommended for everyone to find or form a team and explore to find a way out as soon as possible."

The sack contained black plastic squares the size of a palm, printed with the Whale Song logo, professionally named "Self-organizing Network Dynamic Topology Communication Terminal", with both terminal and routing functions, supporting non-line-of-sight communication.

After starting, there’s no need for deliberate setup, just find an open place to drop it, generate electricity using water where there is water, wind power where there is wind, solar energy where there is sunlight, and it can even be plugged directly into animals to use body heat for power,

forming an infinite network with adjacent communication terminals, very suitable for use in urban buildings, caves, forests, and other environments.

Reaching out to take the sack, Don Juan scratched his head, hesitantly asking, "What to say now?"

According to the original plan, Don Juan and Mei Wenyi were thinking of exiting the competition and returning to the real world to save their lives once they reached the third level.

But looking at the situation, [Netherworld Purgatory] was full of gold, and dying could lead to resurrection. It’s even safer than the Broken Land.

Isn’t this enticing people to stay?

"You guys discuss first."

Li Cheng took ten communication terminals, slid quickly down the slope, and arrived at the market street.

On both sides of the street were temporary wooden stalls, resembling a small slum, selling weapons, ammunition, magic potions, scrolls,

providing repair services, and also calling friends and inviting people to explore [Netherworld Purgatory] together.

Li Cheng thought for a moment, took out the Electronic Pet Egg, and released the Gray Rain.

"My great hammer has long been thirsty... huh?"

Gray Rain jumped out of the Pet Egg, looked around, and pouted unconsciously, "Where’s the promised fierce battle? Who stole my kill?"

"That was a Demon God, you should be glad to have survived, what did you think it was, some crappy fish or shrimp?"

Li Cheng rolled his eyes, the Cold God’s final self-destruction, the initial explosion temperature reached as low as -273℃, reducing the kinetic energy of molecules and atoms to the minimum.

With the Phoenix plan, Li Cheng could revive through Merciful Soul and Insect Lord Gene body regeneration, but if Gray Rain was hit by Absolute Zero, its entire nanomechine body would be frozen into powder, hard to recover, let alone memory formatting,

The gloom quickly passed, and Gray Rain began to look around eagerly.

Beside a stack of lunchboxes, a burly chef waved a loudspeaker to attract customers, "When you’re out, no matter how busy, you need to eat on time. Wine God’s grape juice, Platinum Caviar, Chicken of Genghis Khan, a set meal only costs 100 Game Coins. It greatly speeds up Spiritual Power recovery."

"I’ll take two."

Li Cheng took out slum currency and bought two boxed lunches, Gray Rain glanced at the soy sauce and vinegar on the small wooden table, lowered his voice, and asked, "Do you have any ice cap mushrooms here?"

The chef shuddered, waving his hands like a fan, "We are a proper restaurant, we don’t touch that stuff."

Well... Ice Cap Mushrooms, a specialty mushroom brought back by players from some script world, have an incredibly delicious taste when cooked, but if undercooked, they have extremely strong hallucination effects.

Rumor had it that a new member of the Wild Laughter Troupe in the United States, placed a bag in the locker,

and their college roommate mistakenly ate it, spent a whole night playing in Call of Duty "Nuketown", grabbing hundreds of kills, only to find the computer hadn’t even been turned on the next day.

"Cyanide, lead poison, poison capsule, can preset the capsule rupture timing, guaranteeing a certain death, if not I’ll pay tenfold!"

Not far from the stall was a pharmacy.

Gray Rain scratched his head, "Why is there a pharmacy selling poison? You can’t just throw a poison capsule into the enemy’s mouth during a battle, can you?"

"It’s not meant for the enemies, but for the players to take in advance, it’s a timed suicide measure."

Li Cheng casually explained, "Players in [Netherworld Purgatory] resurrect after dying, some players, to prevent getting stuck and unable to escape, simply take poison capsules in advance, time their deaths, and reappear on the surface after dying.

Look over there, you can see someone running a knife."

At the edge of the sinkhole entrance, a group of sixty players gathered, wearing uniform camouflage, only carrying a communication terminal, parachute pack, and a small handgun, shouting the paratrooper slogan "Geronimo" as they jumped directly into the sinkhole.

The Backpack won’t reset upon resurrection, so if they find some extraordinary materials in the sinkhole to stuff into their Backpack, they can bring them out after dying.

Combined with timed poison, it’s truly zero-cost knife-running to make money.

"Eh, isn’t that Pifu?"

"Really? Pifu-sensei! Pifu-sensei, I’m a fan!"

During idle chatter, the combination of Li Cheng and Gray Rain attracted attention from those around. Quite a few people gathered around.

The ID Pifu is somewhat known on the forums, especially after the Battle of London, where he broke through London alone, leaving the Bell Tower helpless, his Flywire Strategy video channel suddenly gained many followers, many of whom were foreign players.

Players from countries like Turkey, Pakistan, Argentina, France, Iran, Ireland... and many others with historical grudges against the UK, all gave Pifu likes, recharged, and gave rewards.

There were even flirty chats, and photos of feet sent.

"Pifu? I have high hopes for you, join my Whitebeard Pirates!"

"Nonsense, Pifu-sensei should join us in the Investigation Corps. Pifu-sensei, I’ll equip you with perfect-level gear!"

The surroundings were chaotic, Li Cheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, hurriedly pulled Gray Rain, and ran in quick steps towards the sinkhole, jumping down together.