"Ember, are you sure these four survivors are four males? Not... one male and three females?"
WTF took a deep breath, tilted his head and looked at Ember Wilde for confirmation.
"Look at what you're saying, can't I tell the difference between men and women?"
Ember Wilde smiled and asked back.
"Good guy, is this a network scammer?"
WTF showed a surprised expression.
"The new survivors have arrived."
Ember Wilde glanced at the "planning system interface", which showed that several people had logged into the game.
They had already set up their ids in that pure white space and accepted the novice guide.
In no time, a player with the id name "what the hell" appeared in the lobby of the respawn point.
"Holy shit!!! This game is too awesome!!!!!"
As soon as "what the hell" appeared, a thunderous shout exploded from the lobby.
This volume directly scared Ember Wilde and WTF into cold sweat.
"Ember, I know this person! I'll go! I can go!"
Seeing that familiar face and familiar voice, WTF recognized at a glance that this was Daniel Scott.
At this time, Ember Wilde had already picked up a brick, and WTF quickly stated that he could go to calm "what the hell" down.
If Ember Wilde, an npc, took action, "what the hell" would definitely have his brains burst!
In this 100% realistic game, it's still quite creepy to see your friend's head blown up with your own eyes.
Of course, the most important thing is that if he is killed by Ember Wilde with a brick, blood will definitely splash all over the place.
And the task of cleaning up hygiene can only be done once a day. He didn't want to work for this annoying npc for free because of "what the hell"!
"You fucking keep your voice down, you'll attract undead creatures!"
WTF arrived in the living room and grabbed "what the hell" and dragged him into the room.
"This model... Old John is you! Hey! Your name!"
"What the hell" saw WTF's id and laughed:
WTF had an expressionless face and pointed to his "what the hell" above his head: "We are even!"
"What the hell" waved his hand and then shouted like he had discovered a new world:
"Old John! Let me tell you, this game is simply..."
"I know, I know! This game is too real! This game is actually 100% realistic!"
WTF covered "what the hell"'s mouth and whispered in his ear:
"I've felt everything you're feeling now before! So now please shut up first! If you keep shouting, the npc inside will come over and give us two bricks each!"
"What the hell" nodded slightly and stammered in agreement.
Seeing that he finally stopped talking, WTF put his hand down.
"Why... do the npcs inside want to kill us? Just because our voices are too loud?"
"What the hell" also lowered his voice and asked.
"This is a shelter. The npcs inside are responsible for the safety of the shelter. Any behavior that may affect the safety of the shelter will be seen as a threat by him."
WTF explained quickly:
"Now outside the shelter are all undead creatures. You shout and attract all undead creatures. Do you think this npc will kill you?"
"Well... if it were me, I would have done it already."
"What the hell" thought about it for a moment and immediately knew how dangerous his situation was.
Never offend the NPCs in the newbie village!
Otherwise, you might miss out on exclusive newbie quests like "Rescue the Princess" and "The Best Sword in the Village"!
"What the hell" tiptoed into the room and found Ember Wilde weighing a brick, looking at him coldly.
"Is this the NPC that Old John was talking about? This aura is very powerful."
"Ember Wilde...?"
"What the hell" habitually shouted, and immediately noticed Ember Wilde's eyes narrowing.
There's killing intent!
He immediately lowered his voice:
"Ember, Ember! I'm new here and I'm a little nervous in this new environment. My emotions have calmed down a lot now. Can you put down the brick in your hand?"
Ember Wilde raised an eyebrow and mechanically recited his lines: "Welcome to the shelter, dear survivor. I hope you can have some good memories here. But please remember not to provoke undead creatures during the night, or I will use all means to protect the safety of the shelter!"
After speaking, he seemed to remember something and added, "Three more survivors will arrive at the shelter soon. I hope they won't do anything to endanger the shelter!"
Obviously, Ember Wilde's cold voice expressed his attitude.
"As long as the remaining three newcomers shout out, he will definitely let they taste the flavor of the bricks!"
"Oh no! I forgot about the three girls! They won't be as calm as me when they come!"
"What the hell" looked towards the living room and was no longer calm.
"Old John, when they come online later, you hold one and I'll hold the other two. Let them keep their voices down."
"What the hell" leaned over to WTF and whispered.
"Hey! Don't call me by my real name in the game! Especially in a 100% realistic game like this!"
WTF looked particularly helpless, sighed, and whispered:
"Hmm... hell, tell me the truth. Where did you meet these three girls?"
"What the hell" was stunned for a moment, accepted his new nickname, and replied:
"I saw them on a forum."
WTF: "..."
"How about it? I'm lucky! I just exaggerated my identity a little bit and they added me voluntarily!"
"Identity? Did you say you were some tycoon's son? Your account doesn't look like a rich man's account. How can you round up this lie?"
"It's simple. I'll just say that I'm playing with a small account and don't want too many people to know my identity. But I still have very good equipment, enough for them to have a very good gaming experience."
"What the hell" said as he spoke, with a hint of doubt on his face:
"It's strange. We got test qualifications at the same time. Why haven't these three girls entered the game yet? This game can't pinch faces, even ID is enough to shout out loud. It shouldn't take much time."
"Is there a possibility..." WTF looked increasingly helpless. "Because there is no face pinching, they haven't come in yet."
"What do you mean?"
"What the hell" was about to ask clearly when he saw a phantom appearing in the living room.
This phantom is slowly condensing into human form.
"IronBarbie... A strong-sounding name."
"What the hell" had a puzzled look on his face.
Only to see a burly man with sideburns over 1 meter 9 slowly appearing before his eyes!
"Huh?!"
"What the hell" was stunned. Wasn't it supposed to be girls?
He turned his head to look at Ember Wilde.
"I'm sorry, Ember, but I want to ask if it shouldn't be three girls who came into the game with me?"
Ember Wilde showed NPC's unique confused expression, indicating that he couldn't understand words like games.
"You should say enter the shelter... not games. NPCs will automatically filter out similar terms."
WTF leaned over to "what the hell" and reminded him.
"What the hell" nodded, but his eyes were even more puzzled.
Where are my girls?
"You mean girls who play games together? That's me, Daniel."
"Puff~~~"
"What the hell", along with WTF who was watching from behind, was instantly shocked into stunned silence.
Just because... this burly man over 1 meter 9,
His voice was as sweet as a 16-year-old girl!!!!!!!!!!!
"A 100% realistic game, why would this burly man make such a sound? I must be dreaming! Yes, I must be dreaming! Old John wake me up quickly! I can't take it anymore!!!"
"Bump!"
A brick flew over from afar.
Ember Wilde directly knocked out "what the hell", dragged him into the room.
"You two come in too... Undead creatures have begun to gather outside the hall."
Ember Wilde reminded.
"What about the other two people..."
"The other two survivors, I lost contact with them."
Ember Wilde replied.
On his "planning system interface", the other two had already logged out of their test accounts.