"Stop!"
Rose yelled, and the stopwatch stopped.
The nuclear corpse biting him suddenly disappeared, and the pain on his arm also disappeared.
What happened?
He encountered a ghost. "518, your reaction to the enemy is too slow.
If it was really a nuke just now, you would be dead.
Remember, when you stand on the stage, you must maintain a high degree of tension and be able to respond at any time."
Rose Like a teacher, teaching him somewhere invisible, "The helmet you are wearing is a professional The training device developed for the competition has a 4D effect, that is, three-dimensional images plus human body perception.
When you fight against the virtual nuclear corpse projected in front of you, the nerve endings will be stimulated accordingly, resulting in real pain, so you must fight.
Be prepared and start training again."
Before he had time to sigh at this incredible high-tech technology, he saw the nuclear zombie pounced on him again.
Fortunately, he was prepared this time.
Before "him" could get closer, he took a step back, protecting himself with an ax, and carefully Watch "him".
I saw that "he" had a lifelike appearance.
Not only were the blisters all over his body trembling and bursting, but even the hair on his head was dancing lightly.
His movements were just like a real nuclear corpse, hesitating and moving quickly.
The best thing was that the surrounding people There is no change in the scene.
What is projected is just a three-dimensional portrait, which combines the real and the fake, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.
He pointed the ax back and forth at "him", moving his body forward and back.
"He" seemed to know the power of the axe, and his red eyes followed his footsteps.
You advance and I retreat, you retreat and I advance, just like dancing a rumba.
Under such a stalemate, he became increasingly anxious.
He aimed at "his" throat and struck it with an axe.
Killing a virtual nuke was not as simple as imagined.
"He" dodged to the side, the ax fell on "his" shoulder, and "his" body stagnated.
He clearly saw that "his" shoulder was bleeding from being chopped by himself, but the ax in his hand fell into the empty space, with no sense of force.
This gap in vision and touch made him lose judgment for a moment, and was affected by the inertia of the ax.
He rushed forward, but he was sent to his opponent's mouth, and "he" bit him on the ear.
A tearing pain came from the base of his ears.
Although he knew it was a virtual feeling, he still grinned in pain and almost threw away the axe.
"Stop, stop."
Rose stopped again and reminded, "Remember, what you are actually attacking is only the air.
The lethality of the virtual nuclear zombie is only above the neck.
Attacking other parts will only damage the surface.
You have to be careful.
It's so powerful that it can't be light or heavy.
Have you watched the game and thought it was easy for those players to win?
They all trained for at least a week before they can play.
It is not easy to kill the nuclear zombies in the shortest time.
By the way, 518, have you ever killed a nuclear zombie before?"
"I haven't killed anyone," he admitted honestly.
He was about to say that he had killed someone, but he felt that it was really not something to show off.
"Oh, it turns out you are a rookie."
Rose said in a contemptuous tone, "Let me tell you, the Nuclear Corpse Challenge Competition is not something you can just participate in if you want to.
Every shortlisted contestant must be strictly assessed. 518, you were recommended by Xiaopang, he You say you have potential, but I can’t see it at all.”
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"Do you think everyone wants to participate in this crappy competition if it weren't for me?"
He couldn't help but retorted, but he couldn't go on.
Being forced to participate because of loan debt was not a glorious thing.
Romance "Wow, you don't have much ability, but you have a bad temper.
I want to see why you are so stubborn to begin with."
Rose gave the order, and the virtual nuclear zombie appeared in response, with its bloody mouth close at hand.
He was so shocked that he rolled on the spot and evaded the opponent's fatal blow in a panic.
Rose's mocking laughter sounded in his ears.
He felt angry.
How could he, a dignified man, be so looked down upon by a woman?
He stood up like a carp, with fighting spirit in his chest.
He stared at the opponent approaching again with piercing eyes.
He had already found the secret to victory.
Suddenly he rolled towards "him" again and passed under "his" legs. , before "he" had time to turn around, he jumped up and struck "him" on the back of the neck with an axe.
Strangely, the ax shook, as if it had really hit something.
The head of the virtual nuclear zombie flew into the air, and the blood spurted from the neck cavity splashed all over his face, and even the smell of blood could be smelled.
He subconsciously wiped his face and raised his ax in a demonstration: "Come again." "518, why are you so arrogant?
It took more than three minutes.
With such a result, you will go home in the weekly competition."
Rose said coldly and continued to attack him.
"Sanba, don't call me 518, my name is Xiao Ming."
He was extremely annoyed and shouted at the electronic screen.
"What are you scolding me for, Xiao Ming, please start with me."
Rose was also a little frustrated.
Following her voice, two virtual nuclear zombies appeared on the stage, approaching him one on the left and one on the right.
"Thirty-eight, the stinking Thirty-eight who avenges his personal revenge."
He continued to yell and continued to draw "x" in the air with his ax to scare off the two opponents.
"Little bastard, my aunt is personally setting up a small stove for you.
Other players don't have this treatment, so they don't know how to be grateful."
Rose snorted softly, with an unspeakable murderous look, and two more virtual nuclear corpses appeared in his arms. behind.
"Whose aunt are you?"
He spat fiercely.
In his heart, the word "aunt" has become a sacred and proper noun that cannot be violated by others.
The four nuclear zombies formed a front-to-back attack and pounced on him together.
He was unafraid, thinking that he had died once, so what was there to be afraid of?
Besides, this was just a virtual game similar to Zombies.
However, this virtual game was too real.
In less than two minutes, his four opponents were bitten all over and fell to the ground in pain, leaving "them" to feast.
He was about to faint from the pain, but Rose didn't mean to stop.
Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and took off his helmet.
The four core corpses disappeared immediately, but there was still a dull pain in the bitten place on his body.
"You little bastard, you cheated."
Rose's pretty face appeared on the electronic screen, her eyebrows raised, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, staring at him angrily.
"Haha, 38, I cheated.
I won't get up.
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What can you do to me?"
His original good impression of Rose was gone.
He forced himself to laugh and lay on the ground with his limbs spread provocatively. .
"Haha, I think you are in too much pain to get up."
Rose suddenly smiled with a bright smile.
He was relieved of his embarrassment by Rose's words, and his face suddenly turned red.
He felt that her smiling face was much prettier than when she was hosting on stage.
He didn't know which one was the real her, and he forgot about the pain.
"Hmph, you are smart and passed my interview.
Now rest for ten minutes and then continue training."
Rose's voice returned to normal and disappeared from the electronic screen.
He lay on the spot, looking at the brilliant lights above his head, panting heavily, feeling exhausted.
He didn't expect that fighting for air would make him so tired.
After a while, he got up and drank a glass of water to replenish his strength.
Ten minutes later, Rose's voice sounded on time: "Training has begun, the players are entering."
He stood in the center of the stage, really afraid that Rose would send four more virtual nuclear zombies to torture him.
The man apologized humbly: "Sister Rose, I'm sorry, I just called you 38.
It was my fault.
You have a lot of them, so don't take it to heart." ” Rose was unmoved: "The players choose their weapons."
He looked at the seven weapons on the electronic screen, but did not choose immediately.
He shamelessly showed his courtesy: "Sister Rose, I am your loyal fan.
I have always liked your brilliance and elegance on stage.
I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to see you today.
You in the audience are so innocent, cute, and amiable.
You are indeed the most beautiful woman in the black market.
I admire you to death."
He flattered her a lot, but in his heart he felt that he was too tacky and the words were inappropriate.
Rose may not be innocent and cute, let alone amiable.
Especially the last sentence made him get goosebumps all over his body.
She didn't expect him to be so cowardly.
Rose remained indifferent and repeated: "The players choose their weapons."
He suddenly felt that something was wrong.
Rose's words were not just repeated, but even the tone of voice did not change at all.
He moved in his heart and said deliberately: "Thirty-eight, Rose is thirty-eight."
Rose's response was the same, without any emotion: "The players choose their weapons."
He confirmed it now.
Although the voice belonged to Rose, she was not here.
The training process was fixed, but the manual operation just now was changed to a computer operation controlled by recording.
He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "I want to ax" Rose never showed up again.
Under the command of the computer, he trained until twelve o'clock.
There was a two-hour meal and rest period at noon.
The drawer under the door was used to deliver meals and collect garbage.
Lunch was egg fried rice with an apple.
Compared with the three meals a day for survivors, this kind of treatment was almost imperial.
If it weren't for the overly realistic virtual training, he would simply not consider this place to be a human being.
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The afternoon training program started with fitness.
A seemingly simple fitness equipment rose from the ground.
Under the control of voice, it gradually changed like a Transformer and stretched into different equipment to train his upper limbs, abdominal muscles and lower limbs in sequence.
The practice made him sweat profusely.
After a short rest, he put on the training helmet again and started talent training.
Talent is also a must.
From the two games he has watched, he has understood that if a player wants to go further in the game, he must not only have a strong ability to kill enemies, but also need a certain talent performance to impress and please the audience. , thus occupying a favorable situation in the audience selection process.
However, he knew nothing about talents and did not bother to learn them.
He thought that when contestants go on stage and risk their lives, either killing their opponents or being killed, they have already satisfied the bloodthirsty of the audience, so why should they use their talents to please them like this?
Entertaining yourself to death is really the tragedy of human nature But it was all out of his control.
The 4D projection effect turned the originally white stage into a colorful stage.
The music beat synchronized with his heartbeat stimulated his nerves.
A group of sexy and charming virtual girls sang and danced around him, making his blood boil. , as if he has become the focus of the world, and his urge to sing and dance is out of control.
The training ended at 5:30 in the afternoon.
The big bed was lowered to the ground.
He almost collapsed on the bed.
His clothes were soaked with sweat and his limbs were sore.
This was only the first day.
It was truly a devil's training.
The next morning, he was shaken out of bed again and started a day of training.
It was still voice controlled and no one was monitoring him.
He couldn't help but take advantage of the situation.
When he felt tired from training, he took off his helmet and was lazy for a while.
After practicing like this until noon, the number of times he was bitten by his opponents decreased, and he became more proficient with the axe.
He even had several proud performances of defeating the enemy with one move.
His confidence increased greatly, and he wished he could find a real nuke to practice immediately.
During the noon break, he enjoyed a sumptuous lunch and felt very good about himself.
He thought that he would not be afraid to participate in the competition right away, and it might not be impossible to win the weekly championship.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, it was supposed to be fitness training, but a special notice flashed on the electronic screen, accompanied by a voice prompt: "Everyone, put on your own clothes, bring your key card, and go out to gather in ten minutes.
Head to the basement to watch this week’s Nuclear Corpse Challenge.”
There is also such a good thing, watching the game for free.
Although he had made up his mind to never watch this game again, times have changed.
In order to challenge fate, he must endure everything that he cannot bear in life.
He silently put on his clothes, pulled the door handle, and the locked door opened.
He stood in the corridor and found that many people had come out in front and behind him.
The lights in the corridor were bright, illuminating all the tall, short, fat and thin figures.
He thought to himself that these were his competitors, and why did they participate in the competition?
There was no one to lead the team, and the players were all standing in front of their respective gates, a little at a loss.
He looked at his watch.
It was ten minutes past two.
Why did he just stand there and walk to the elevator?
The herd effect appeared.
Seeing someone taking the lead, the rest of the players followed him and walked to the elevator.
The door opened automatically.
The contestants walked into the elevator in order.
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Everyone put on masks and couldn't see each other's faces clearly, but their eyes were shining brightly, looking full of confidence in the future
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