My Global War Game

Chapter 11, Earth Online, begins!

Huaxia, Northern University.

It was not long before five o'clock in the afternoon when Wang Zhenyi sat at his desk in the dormitory, seemingly writing his graduation thesis.

In reality, most of his consciousness had entered the war space.

Standing in front of that floating Earth, the numbers beside me, like holographic projections, kept jumping and increasing.

"Snapped!"

Wang Zhenyi snapped his fingers.

The number eventually settled at just over 540 million.

This is the total number of people worldwide who signed up for the game from the end of last week's live stream until the moment the fingers were snapped.

"Not as much as I imagined."

"Unexpected, yet perfectly logical!"

Five hundred million people may seem like a lot, but compared to the eight or nine billion people in the world, it is indeed insignificant.

The reasons for this are nothing more than three points.

First, in many areas, the network coverage is so poor that it cannot be reliably maintained.

Registration is unsuccessful for people in these areas by default, because network fluctuations in the game can cause the character to "disconnect" instantly, and after disconnection, the character may encounter uncontrollable injuries and death.

Of course, this problem isn't actually that scary; you can sign up again if you want to play the next round. What's scary is that if there are too many players like this, it will cause the computing power of the war space to become unstable, affecting the progress of scientific research.

Therefore, in order to prevent this situation, Wang Zhenyi directly blocked it from the bottom up. If the other party's network is detected to be unstable, then the registration will not be successful.

Secondly, not everyone will be interested in elements such as "saving the future," "the fourth catastrophe," "playing games," "cyber world," and "high-dimensional civilization."

Or perhaps their lives are already so difficult that they have no time or inclination to pay attention to these things.

Or perhaps their information flow isn't so smooth; they may have heard about the relevant news but haven't paid attention to it.

Moreover, this group constitutes the vast majority of people.

Young people who like to speak out online are always only a small fraction of all humankind.

Third, many people still remain cautious.

They had their doubts, whether it was about being brain-controlled, having their personal privacy violated, experiencing death causing physical and mental harm, or various scientific or metaphysical considerations.

In short, they want to continue to observe before making a decision.

In fact, this problem is not unique to the present. Even during the apocalypse of the insect swarm, when humanity was confined to shelters, there were still people who disagreed with accessing the war space.

"That's not bad either."

"If the online rate can reach 60%."

"Then this game will surpass the record set by '300 Million Mouse Gun'!"

Inside the war zone, Wang Zhenyi grinned, cleared his throat, and said:

"Greetings, heroes."

"Our apocalyptic rescue operation will begin in one hour."

"All heroes who have successfully registered and wish to enter the future world, please make the necessary preparations!"

"Includes: a comfortable bed and a quiet environment."

"After you enter the future, your bodies will fall into a deep sleep."

"We also need some food to replenish our energy."

"After entering the future, you can exit the future at any time using the system panel and return to reality to eat, use the toilet, or rest, etc."

"After it's over, you can lie down again and return to the future."

"However, if the fighting becomes intense, I'm afraid you won't have much time left."

"Finally, best wishes to the heroes from all over the world."

"May you succeed in saving the future, so that the flame of human civilization may continue to burn brightly."

"Your great deeds will be remembered by history!"

Wang Zhenyi's voice echoed in the war space, and also in the minds of all the players who had successfully registered.

At the same time, a virtual panel that could be controlled by their thoughts appeared before them.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

"Did you hear that? Did you hear that? The sound from the camera!"

In a dormitory room of Class 2, Senior Year, Digital Media Art and Game Production major, Communication University of China, Beijing, exclamations of surprise rang out.

The speaker was a very tall and thin young man with prominent ribs; his name was Xu Jiayang.

"I heard that, that's awesome."

"The civilization of these camera-wielding aliens is probably at least two levels higher than ours!"

"Transmitting the sound directly into everyone's brain?"

"And then there's the system panel in front of me."

"Tsk tsk tsk~"

Xu Jiayang's amazement was echoed by his roommates.

At this moment, the voice in his mind had ended, and Xu Jiayang looked at the virtual system panel in front of him.

The most striking feature is a countdown timer.

Then there's the "Enter Game" button, but it's currently grayed out.

Next to it is the exit game button, which is also grayed out.

Below that are the sections for "Attributes", "Training Ground", "Laboratory", "Shop", and "Achievements", all of which are currently grayed out and cannot be opened.

"Get in bed!"

"Brothers, are all the supplies ready?"

The dormitory room was filled with instant noodles, bread, chocolate and other food items on the tables and floor.

It's clear that everyone had some guesses about how the game would play, so they made some preparations in advance.

"Everything's ready."

"Now we're just waiting for it to begin!"

Soon, all four people in the dormitory went to bed and lay down.

Such scenes are playing out in countless universities across China and even the world.

After all, college students are the group that most closely follows trends and has the most radical ideas.

at the same time.

Million, Washington, D.C. luxury apartment.

A white man in his forties with silver hair and a muscular build walked out of the gym.

He was the officer who left early after attending a high-level meeting at the Pentagon; his name was David Walker.

"Is it finally about to begin?"

"Hey, why do I feel a little excited?"

"War, blood tax, influence—this is a golden opportunity!"

Looking at the virtual interface in front of him, he put on his bathrobe and returned to the living room area, where a whole medical team was already in place, with a bed placed in the middle.

He went up, lay down, and then gave the following instructions:

"The game will start in one hour."

"Continue to increase holdings in military and shelter-related companies after the market opens."

"Furthermore, let's get our media machine running."

"If they're all cowards, then they should hand over their wealth and power!"

"This is the end of the world, and Americans must fight with all their might."

Upon hearing his instructions, the secretary beside him nodded and said:

"yes!"

He then lay down and closed his eyes.

......

An hour passed quietly amidst the anticipation of countless people around the world.

In the war space, as six o'clock approached, Wang Zhenyi looked at the suspended Earth and opened his arms.

At that moment, countless points of light appeared around him, shining as brightly as the Milky Way and the starry sky.

At the same time, the numbers representing computing power on the desktop monitor began to soar.

Let's begin!

"A virtual future world."

As Wang Zhenyi's voice rang out, countless tiny lights surged from his brain, eventually connecting those scattered points of light into a dense network.

A virtual, simulated future world is taking shape!

Based on the identities of everyone in the real world, the War Space consumes countless computing power, causing the fates of countless people to intertwine, and deducing the future social relations and development of the world, providing players who are about to enter with a future world that is so real that it is hard to distinguish.

Until the alarm clock on the desk went off at six o'clock!

"Ring ring~"

The moment the bell rang, Wang Zhenyi took a step back.

His illusory figure remained in place; this was another part of his consciousness, used to maintain and control the entire game.

He then sat down at the table, ready to continue monitoring computing power and research progress.

Meanwhile, in reality, he opened his eyes, turned his head, and pretended to be excited as he said to his roommate:

"Brothers, let's begin!"