novelhk Chapter 42, Batch 2 Players
Chapter 42, Batch 2 Players
The announcement caused an uproar in the forums and chat groups.
Hundreds of application forms quickly flooded the backend. In addition to casual gamers in chat groups and forums, some people from unknown sources also applied for game slots, showing a trend of expanding beyond the mainstream.
Lynn was very clear-headed. After the crisis, Pearl Harbor would need to be fully rebuilt, and these 20 people couldn't all be cannon fodder. He needed to recruit some real talents who could handle infrastructure.
More importantly, we must screen out the malignant tumors.
He included several psychological test questions in the application form, and potential players who attempted to defy the GM in the game or liked to create chaos had to be kept out.
What Lynn needs is a fourth calamity that can hit its target precisely, not a GTA player who randomly kills people in camps.
In addition to the psychological test questions, Lynn also added an attachment function to the appointment link. Everyone claims to be capable, so let's show them the evidence!
After a rigorous half-hour psychological questionnaire and talent screening, Lynn finally selected 20 spots from hundreds of applications.
Among them, four or five were players with physical specialties selected to attract hatred and fill trenches; these people all have a certain athletic talent in real life.
There are also some technical jobs that Lynn currently envies, such as civil engineers who do mortar work every day, and college students studying materials mechanics and chemical engineering.
Having the ability to run away with buckets and stew in an iron pot isn't enough. The future development of the territory will definitely require talent in related fields, and the more of these players, the better.
In addition, there was an experienced fitter and mechanical drafter.
However, when finalizing the list, Lynn's attention was drawn to three rather unusual application forms.
Out of consideration for enriching the diversity of the player ecosystem, he made an exception and stamped the approval on these three oddballs.
The first applicant's ID was 【Elliott】. An American, an RV enthusiast who frequently travels in China. In his application, he stated frankly that he had no interest in fighting, only requesting access to vehicle assembly and a desire for the mount function, with the goal of exploring the entire map and becoming a Xu Xiake (a famous Chinese explorer) in the game.
This is an excellent candidate for a full-map scout; in the future, when new maps are being expanded, he certainly won't be able to rely on his own two legs to go.
Having a player like that to run errands and explore for you would be wonderful.
Approved!
The second ID is called "Birds Singing and Flowers Blooming". This person's subjective questionnaire was filled with asterisks ***** that were blocked by the system. The words were so filthy that they were appalling. He cursed himself, the dog planner, and Bolton's poisoning behavior.
However, in all the moral options related to saving NPCs and the bottom line test, he unexpectedly chose the most compassionate option, even at the cost of his own life.
Is this person a severe case of foul language syndrome? Or a foul-mouthed saint? Placing this kind of person in the front lines to curse and draw hatred is definitely a god-level taunting position, and it doesn't seem to harm the NPCs of your own faction. If used well, this person can be very beneficial, so this one must be approved.
As for the third application form, the ID was "[Infinite Resurrection]". This person's resume was that of a war god descended to earth, with lengthy descriptions of his training in Sanda, Muay Thai, and Krav Maga, his extensive experience in underground unrestricted fighting, and his proficiency in various melee weapons.
If it weren't for the photographic evidence, Lynn would have thought this guy was just bragging. He patted his chest and guaranteed that if he were allowed into the game, tearing apart the Blood Axe mercenary group would be his personal show.
Lynn smiled. Whether it was true or not, judging by that kind of demeanor, she was guaranteed to be cannon fodder. Besides, the picture speaks for itself; it's been approved.
The list has been finalized.
Lynn used special methods within the system to send encrypted invitation codes to the accounts of these 20 people.
In reality, the holographic VR glasses will be delivered to their homes on time before dawn.
After shutting down the backstage, Lynn walked out of the underground command post.
As the sun sets over the Pearl Harbor shipwreck area, the area around the new pier remains bustling with activity.
For these indigenous people, having food to eat and clothes to wear is perhaps the only hope for a better life.
Lynn withdrew his gaze, turned around, and went down the narrow iron staircase back to the underground command post.
The ventilation system underneath wasn't fully repaired yet, and the air was filled with the smell of rust and stale engine oil.
He walked to the center of the field, closed his eyes, and sank his consciousness directly into the depths of his mind. The system interface silently unfolded behind his retina.
Neuronal connections completed; body formation in progress.
Lynn issued the deployment command in his mind. The moment the command took effect, the old power lines in the underground command post emitted a hum of electricity. The few yellowed tungsten bulbs overhead flickered twice, turning on and off.
It feels familiar; the second batch of players is coming.
At the boundary between reality and virtuality, there are no lengthy CG animations, nor are there any character customization or point-rolling elements.
Amidst a burst of intense white light flashing within the underground command post, twenty new players who had secured the second batch of closed beta test qualifications arrived.
They appeared out of nowhere on the cold concrete ground, wearing white T-shirts and shorts assigned by the system.
The 100% realistic sensory impact completely shattered their psychological expectations.
The underground command post was airtight, and the smell inside wasn't particularly pleasant, but it was precisely this unpleasant odor that maximized the player's sense of realism in the game.
Like the little snail and his group, the players who had just arrived had a surprisingly consistent reaction. They either kept talking about 3C certification or stared blankly, as if their souls had left their bodies.
Someone lay on the ground, picking at the cracks in the concrete wall with their fingers, touching the dust clinging to their fingertips, their face filled with disbelief: "Holy crap... this smell, this feel! The texture of this dust! Is this really a game that humans could make?"
Among the crowd, the three players who left a deep impression on Lynn stood out.
The player with the ID "Infinite Resurrection" was the most flamboyant. He greedily inhaled the air in the underground command post, even though the smell here seemed unbearable to Lynn.
As if he could hardly believe the game was real, he closed his eyes and took even deeper, more greedy breaths. Then, he clenched his fists and swung them a few times, feeling the immense life force contained within his body.
On the other side, as soon as one player opened their mouth, they unleashed a long string of elegant Chinese phrases that were enough to be censored by the system: "Holy crap, this visual is awesome! I'm blown away by this damn game designer..."
Needless to say, this person must be incredibly friendly and talkative. After all, out of all those application forms, he's the only one with a foul mouth.
He tried to use the most vulgar words to express the most extreme shock in his heart.
The foreigner named Elliott held up his arms, looking like he'd seen a ghost.
In real life, he was as hairy as a brown bear, but in the game, because of the standardized blank initial model, not only were there hardly any hairs left on his arms, but his skin also had a glossy sheen. He touched his arm and muttered to himself, "Oh my god, I've become a child..."