The weird game of the ancient gods

"Remotely move, move! Don't stand together, look at your feet, how I arranged it before! Standing at fifteen yards, how did your physical education teacher teach you!"

"Melee team prepare, three, two, one, retreat! I said retreat, are you deaf? That thief, why are you flying again? Your wages will be deducted if you fly again."

"The wet nurses in the third group will give the melee warriors two mouthfuls of milk. Don't let them all die. The melee warriors should pay attention to their bandages. If you have a blood bottle, drink it quickly. Don't save it."

"The tank is flying. Deputy T quickly catches it. Others stop output - OK, you can get on."

"There's still 5% left. Everyone is doing their best. Good job. Passed! - Everyone stay away from the corpse."

Seeing the Flame Demon King collapse suddenly, Xia Yu's mood remained calm. This was already the eighth MC group he had played this week. After playing the same dungeon hundreds of times, he still felt nothing but Niwai.

But there is no other way, for the sake of life.

He walked to the body, bowed twice to the Totoro piggy bank next to the computer, and then clicked on the BOSS's body.

Stormrage Leggings, Excellent Leggings, Crown of Destruction... Wow, it's fucking dark again!

Seeing the BOSS drop, Xia Yu couldn't help but sigh. He gave the equipment distribution authority directly to the deputy captain Kuang Lan and asked him to be responsible for the auction. He lit a cigarette. As the smoke was inhaled into his lungs, Xia Yu A long sigh.

Xia Yu is a professional gamer. He has only been in the industry for less than a year. He has no high-end skills to speak of. He earns gold coins, starts a group to defeat BOSS, and runs the auction house. In other words, he earns hard money and his income is barely enough. Just making do with life.

Once upon a time, he was full of fantasies about professional players. He felt that they were all high and mighty, uninhibited and unsupervised, making money by playing games, being carefree and happy.

But he never thought he would one day become a professional gamer.

Until the company closed down a year ago, and just in time for the open beta of the World of Warcraft Classic server, Xia Yu planned to have a good time for a few months before looking for a new job, but he didn't know that after playing very devotedly for a few months, he actually made some money. At that time, his monthly income of 20,000 to 30,000 yuan was actually more than what he earned from working.

What else is there to say, just keep doing it, and you will become a professional player in a daze.

But once anything becomes work, the fun always disappears, and games are no exception.

After actually becoming a professional player, Xia Yu found that the game immediately changed. All he thought about all day long was how to earn more gold coins, how to open more groups, where to find cheap thugs, and which bosses were willing to spend money. A little more utilitarian and a lot less happy.

Playing from morning to night every day, sometimes the team members would not listen to the instructions and just play a few random games, resulting in the team being wiped out. Playing the game was more tiring than working.

Unconsciously, the cigarette burned out and burned his fingers. He put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and returned his attention to the game.

A message flashed on the screen.

Kuanglan: "Boss, everything is sold out. There are 16,000 gold in total. After excluding the thug's money, the tank treatment subsidy, and the fire extinguishing subsidy, there is less than two thousand gold left. I will send you your share by mail. "

The setting sun said: "Got it, I'll pull down first. I've had three tours today, so I'm a little tired."

Kuanglan: "Okay boss, see you next week."

Xia Yu checked his mailbox.

The three MC tours made a total of almost 3,000 gold. The current price of gold is 15 cents, which is 450 yuan, which is not bad. This Kuanglan can be considered a talent. He can sell so much even with such a black hand. With the gold coins, he really has some skills.

However, when Xia Yu checked the price of gold online, he was helpless to find that the price of gold had dropped again.

In fact, this was something he had expected. There are only so many ways to consume gold coins in the game, but the output is endless. There will only be more and more gold coins, and the price will get lower and lower.

It’s just that he didn’t expect it to drop so fast. Last week it was only 20 cents. In one week, it dropped by half. It’s all those damn studios that directly use scripts to earn gold coins without rest for 24 hours. Game companies Regardless, retail investors like him who start a group to earn some hard-earned money cannot compete at all. It seems that the good days are coming to an end.

Looking at the account balance in his card, there was still more than 30,000 yuan, which was all his savings. Xia Yu frowned. According to this trend, this game will be in decline sooner or later, so he might as well find a job.

Professional gamers are a fringe profession with no guarantees. Once you can't make money, even your life will be a problem.

The cost of living in Shanghai is notoriously expensive, and this amount of money is not enough to cover a few months' expenses.

But when he thought about going back to the hard life of 996, he was troubled. It would be fine if he kept working. Now that he had tasted the taste of freedom, he really didn't want to go back to work.

How about trying different games?

But after thinking about the free games on the market, Xia Yu felt a sense of despair. The most popular games these days are fee-based games. All the resources in the games are taken care of by game companies. The living space of studios is getting smaller and smaller. Not to mention the self-employed, alas. He sighed again, his twenty-five-year-old face showing the vicissitudes of life that should not have been seen at this age.

Maybe it's time to give up, he thought feebly in his heart, give up being a professional player and find a company to work honestly as a social worker. No matter how full your ideals are, you always have to compromise in the face of reality.

Just when Xia Yu was worrying about gains and losses, there was a loud slamming sound outside the bedroom, and then he heard the panicked shouts of his roommate Chu Mo.

"Xia Yu, Xia Yu, are you there!? Are you there?" He shouted while banging on the door. There was a hint of fear in his voice, as if he had been chased away by a ghost.

Xia Yu was a little speechless. He had always been curious about this roommate. He didn't have a job like him, but he seemed to be very rich. He was always mysterious and had a mysterious sense of superiority. Today, he seemed to be very rich. What's going on? You're in such a panic.

I walked over and opened the door, and saw my roommate standing at the door with a pale face, looking distracted.

"What's up?"

"Great, you're at home. I want to hire you to be my bodyguard. I'll give you 10,000 yuan. As long as you protect me for a week, the money is yours. Do you want to do it?"

Xia Yu was happy when he heard this, "Being a bodyguard, your joke is not funny at all." Even so, his heart couldn't help but move. Ten thousand yuan was enough for him to make ends meet for two or three months.

"I'm not kidding. I can't explain too much to you. Anyway, I'm in great danger now. I need to find someone to protect me! If you don't believe me, I can transfer money to you right now!" Chu Mo said, taking out his mobile phone and saying, Shudderingly, I opened WeChat.

After a while, Xia Yu took out his phone and said, [Your friend Chu Mo is transferring money to you, the transfer amount is 10,000, please check it].

Is it true that I rely on you, kid? Only then did Xia Yu realize that the other party was not joking. He subconsciously wanted to accept it, but looking at Chu Mo's fearful expression, he hesitated again. Could this guy have gotten into trouble with some gangster or social leader? He's like a big brother. I can only greet you twice in the game. In reality, forget it. Don't be unable to protect others and involve yourself. No matter how much money you have, you still have to have it. The flower of life.

"Well, forget it. I'm not a bodyguard. If you get into trouble with a gangster or something, call the police immediately and ask the police for protection. What's your business with me?"

"Damn it, what kind of underworld is there? There is no such thing as underworld these days. My matter has nothing to do with the underworld. There's no point in calling the police. Things are a bit complicated here and I can't explain it clearly. Anyway, you just need to help me within a week. Do something and the money will be yours. If ten thousand is not enough, then twenty thousand! And I promise, there is absolutely no danger."

Xia Yu hesitated a little, "This is not about money."

"Thirty thousand!"

"Okay, I'll take this job. Tell me, what do you need me to do?"

PS: The world view of this book is not the real world, but a parallel universe, which is about 90% similar to the earth. Therefore, any content that conflicts with reality can be understood as differences in the parallel world.