My Player 2

Chapter 416 Shake people
The "green player" hummed in agreement, continuing to scroll through his phone without looking up, and said:

"The lunar base has a high concentration of magic, which is suitable for further cultivation. As a first-tier superhuman, I cannot miss this opportunity."

"I'm the one who's hanging up," he said in a deep voice, biting his coffee straw and remaining silent for a long while.
"He's going to die."

For some reason, the "green player's" mood instantly improved.

She put away her phone, looked at her worried husband, and waved to him, saying:

"come over."

Ignoring the plight of the lone passersby, she pulled her husband into her arms, as if they were back in the throes of their passionate romance, and said to her worried husband:

“Baby, everyone dies, but once you become a high-level superhuman, you can live for hundreds or thousands of years, and if you go any further, you can live forever.”

"According to mathematical expectation, the mortality rate for not going is infinite, while going offers a glimmer of hope."

“That’s nonsense,” ‘I am a cheat’ muttered in rebuttal. “There are so many experts researching the extraordinary, there’s no need for you to risk it all. Even the easiest rank to advance to, the Bronze rank, has seen countless deaths.”

In reality, extraordinary achievements have no foundation; they are like groping forward in the dark.

Take "magic," for example. This thing that lies between matter and energy cannot be measured mechanically to this day and must be "perceived" by humans.

Before the launch of "Rongyuan", some scientists had calculated the existence of "magic", but they only classified it as "dark matter".

Even with the theoretical support of the magic academy, there are still significant differences between the two worlds.

Leaving aside the complex and ever-changing nature of magic, even something as familiar to humans as oxygen could have led to the birth of colossal insects during the Carboniferous period, altering the form of all living organisms, if atmospheric concentrations differed by just 10%.

Now that they are government officials, they know that the mortality rate for advancing to the Bronze rank is not low.

The first person to attempt to advance to Silver rank is like the first small boat to rush into a reef; it will most likely become a warning to those who follow.

"Honey, we have to fight for it," the 'Green Player' whispered in her husband's ear.
"You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, and you can get whatever you want just by opening your mouth, so you don't have many desires. It's good for us to live a simple life together."

The couple embraced, feeling each other's body heat under the disdainful gazes of passersby.

This long-married couple, who had long been tired of each other, recently rekindled their long-lost passion.

"But this is the extraordinary, the ticket to immortality, which is destined to be fought for fiercely."

"There are only so many resources available. If we don't fight for them now, we won't be able to enjoy them once a safe cultivation method is found."

Once a high concentration of magic energy is detected on the moon, people are sent to the lunar base to cultivate.

This level of resource support is not something that money can simply buy.

The "Green Player" was determined to become a high-level superhuman, and with official support, her husband couldn't stop her.

But then I thought about it.

If I die on the moon, my husband who stays at home will be so pitiful.

She and her husband were both childless by choice, but at that moment, she inexplicably said:

"When I advance to the Silver rank and come back, shall we have a baby?"

There was no response to "I am hanging".

He lay in his wife's arms, his mind a complete mess.

“The offspring of extraordinary individuals have better aptitude,” he said. “The spaceship won’t launch until next Tuesday. I can’t stop you, and you can’t stop me.”

"During this time, I will become a superhuman and go to the moon with you."

……

This game expo was very large, with the booths of several major guilds arranged together.

Even after the main stage show started, this area was still packed with people.

Who can blame them but Hu Tutu, the founder of the Hu Group, a super-rich man with a net worth of hundreds of billions, a top tycoon whose stories are only seen in the news?

He actually came to the exhibition hall in a wheelchair to promote his in-game guild. The official media didn't come, but the independent media, like sharks smelling blood, tried every means to squeeze in and frantically photographed the half-paralyzed old man.

Although he is just an ordinary businessman, a businessman of this caliber who is addicted to games is enough for marketing accounts to create hundreds of brainless short videos.

Moreover, it's not that people can't understand it.

Just look at it and you'll find out.

The elderly man in the wheelchair is paralyzed on one side. Even though he has an imposing demeanor, the only parts of his body that he can move are a few fingers and his head. He even needs someone to feed him.

With his body in this state, perhaps that game was the real reality for him.

Sitting inside the Golden Wind guild's booth, looking at the packed crowd opposite, the user with the "Battle Power Level 3" pouted and said sourly:

"We are clearly the number one guild."

Chairman Huang Sen, however, was quite magnanimous, remarking with emotion:

"For someone of Hu Lao's status to drag his disabled body and put aside his pride to come out and recruit new customers, it seems he has great ambitions, which is truly admirable."

He knew more inside information, so his thoughts were naturally different from others.

Now that players have learned the truth about the game, they are vaguely divided into two viewpoints.

Realists and otherworldly types.

Realists focus more on cultivation, aspiring to become extraordinary beings in the real world.

They do not acknowledge that the copied soul is themselves.

Blue Star has a low concentration of magic and few extraordinary substances that are helpful for cultivation, but if you look at the universe, its resources are almost limitless.

A Gold-ranked being has a lifespan of 500 years, a Legendary-ranked being 2000 years, a Hero-ranked being 5000 years, and a Demigod having a lifespan of tens of thousands of years…

Once you break through the level 180 barrier, you can become an immortal cosmic deity.

The temptation is too great.

The otherworld faction completely abandoned reality and focused solely on building their power within the game.

Hu Tutu is a representative of this school of thought.

He has reached the age of fifty, and he no longer has the drive and ambition of young people.

Instead of wasting time cultivating in this life, it's better to prepare for the next one.

Although his body, confined to a wheelchair, possessed an imposing presence, the air of impending death only amplified it.

The vice president jogged into the exhibition hall and whispered something in Hu Tutu's ear.

Hu Tutu's eyes widened instantly, his listlessness vanished in a flash, and with a wave of his few remaining fingers, he gave the order:
"Gather all players level 125 and above and have them assemble at the Starport within half an hour."

As he spoke, he instinctively tried to stand up from his wheelchair, but failed.

"Bring me the helmet!" 'Hu Tutu' shouted, disregarding the occasion. "I'll go myself!"

Across the exhibition hall, the "Third Stage of Fighting Power" stood on tiptoe, looking puzzled:
"What's wrong with this old man?"

"Golden Wind" put down his phone and said:
"The 'God Thief' just called for reinforcements; Old Hu wants to spend a fortune to buy a horse bone."

As he spoke, he picked up his helmet and addressed the guild's higher-ups:

"Let's go join in the fun."

"Huh?" The 'Third Stage of Fighting Power' was a little confused.

It wasn't that he thought the "God of Thieves" wasn't worth recruiting, but rather that even if he helped the other party once, the other party wouldn't join them because of it.

"Golden Wind" noticed his subordinate's reluctance and smiled, saying:
"He deserves it."

(End of this chapter)