At night, Lucius had a long, long dream.
He dreamed that he was playing a game called Sims, going to and from get off work every day, eating and sleeping, then waking up and going to work, eating again, and going to sleep again, and finally a truck came suddenly one day, which woke him up.
"Gah... working part-time while sleeping, it's really crazy."
You can't have a better dream. Waking up from the bed panting, Lucius subconsciously reached out to touch his chest and found that his clothes were soaked.
"Is the air conditioner turned on too high?"
After muttering something in a low voice, he jumped off the bed, moved his muscles and bones, and his joints crackled, feeling extremely comfortable.
Could it be an upgrade? With a thought in his heart, Lucius immediately went to the residents' hall to find medical examination equipment, and performed a full-body scan for himself.
Sure enough, as he expected, his gene sequence grew a level, from V7 to V8!
【 ID: Lucius
Genetic Sequences: Managers
Level: LV.7→LV8
——Basic Attributes——
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 6
Constitution: 8
Perception: 7
Intelligence: 6→7 】
"The increase in the previous few times was exercise ability, but this time it is the activity of brain cells?"
Lucius moved his arms, looked at the medical examination form and fell into thought.
"Sure enough, as I guessed, when commanding other clones to fight, my gene sequence will also grow accordingly."
Of course, the properties panel is for reference only. Compared with simply piling up data, being able to give full play to the advantages of physical functions is the key. Just like the crawler last time, none of the four attributes except intelligence was lower than him, but in the end he was killed by him to the limit. This is the best example.
"When the player's level rises to about LV10, throw the shelter No.117 as a copy to them to brush it."
I heard there is power armor there. Lucius happened to be missing a set of armor to match his nitrogen-powered hammer. When the armor and weapons are all ready, it will be called a real humanoid tank, let alone a crawler, even if a more powerful alien stands in front of him, it is only worthy of tickling him.
Thinking happily in his heart, Lucius went to the next room to wake Sumeria up, ignored her protest, and urged her to go out to work.
"Can't you let me sleep a little longer? There's no business in this weapon shop!"
Standing on the elevator, Sumeria stroked her sleepy red hair with her free left hand, and complained softly.
"The day's plan lies in the morning. There is no way. If you don't work harder, how will I live a good life in the future? Don't worry, after this winter, your work will be free."
Lucius made a joke, looked at the tuft of hair on the back of her head, and stretched out his hand to press it twice for her, "You'd better go to the bathhouse to get some water, I probably won't be able to press this tuft."
This guy's hair roots are quite hard, it seems that her nutrition has been getting better recently. It's really obsessive-compulsive disorder...
At first, Sumeria was still a little drowsy, and she was in a daze. The moment Lucius's fingers touched her scalp, she was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She jumped away in fright, hugging her crutches she huddled in the corner of the elevator vigilantly.
"What do you want to do!"
Lucius shrugged, didn't think about how to explain, and didn't even bother to think about it.
Popo, who was squatting on the side and hung up the OB all the way, raised the camera and stared at Sumeria who was huddled in the corner for a while. Suddenly, he spoke abruptly.
"According to Popo's analysis, the possibility that Master is plotting against you is less than 99.7%. From the analysis of DNA data, any chromosome stored in the gene bank of shelter No.404 has more reproductive significance attractiveness, and the value of inheritance than the chromosome you hold."
Sumeria's face instantly became the same color as her hair, and she stared fixedly at the robot in the corner, with an epileptic laugh leaking out of her mouth.
"Hehe, hehehe!"
This man is probably crazy.
Lucius also looked dissatisfied and looked at Popo.
"Why is there still 0.3%?"
Is your AI also doubting you? Lucius, who is upright and upright throughout his life?
Popo tilted the camera and said with reason.
"Because Master is still a young man after all, it is understandable even if he has ideas. After all, if there is not even a 0.3% probability, there will always be some problems in all aspects?"
Lucius touched his chin.
"...It makes sense for you to say so, and I don't even know how to refute it."
Popo: "Yes."
For the communication between one person and one AI, Sumeria didn't respond at all, and the whole person seemed to be blackened, laughing there.
Lucius always felt that something was wrong with the way she looked at Popo. To be honest, this AI probably has been on standby for too long, the hardware is aging or something, sometimes the brain is really not very bright, especially can't speak, and the emotional intelligence is even worse.
But one size counts for one size. After all, you have also worked as a mercenary. Why is your mental endurance so poor? Or is it possible to be a mercenary in Boulder City? Lucius couldn't fix it either.
...
Ever since Lucius stopped micro-manipulating the players' login rights and approved nighttime online access, he stopped sleeping in the resident hall and lived in the empty room next to Sumeria.
Every time he sleeps, he entrusts the various permissions of the shelter to Popo who is charging, as long as the players don't let the players rummage through their own things.
Old Luka was watching outside the shelter, and the rest of these players just wandered around without getting in the way. The furnace of the active substance extractor had not been stopped all night last night.
6 cannon fodder during the day, plus 21 at night, yielded a total of 12.3 units of active substances. Counting the 4 units accumulated before and deducting the 1 unit shortfall caused by Yaya, the stock of active substances has reached 15.3.
An extractor can only hold 25 units, and when it is full, it can only be pulled out and packed in a plastic bottle. I don't know if it will go bad if it is stored outside.
In short, the shelter is no longer lacking in active substances. As long as there is no meaningless death, appropriate battle damage is acceptable. In addition to prohibiting going to 76th Street to actively provoke the green-skinned muscular guy, and prohibiting harassment of neutral survivors who can be recruited in the south, Lucius has not restricted the scope of activities of these players as much as before. After a while, perhaps the contribution point penalty for death can be appropriately lowered.
When Lucius arrived on the surface, many players were already online, and they were busy shuttling through the industrial area with a bunch of tinkling parts. At present, more than 40% of the orders in the industrial zone are from the proprietress of the weapon store, including some parts needed to make receivers, copper shells and gunpowder needed to make bullets, and so on.
Among the fifth batch of new players who entered the game this time, there were a few more newcomers majoring in metallurgy, and they chose the intelligence department. Their development ideas are clear, that is, they are going for professional players in life.
After the repeated practice and improvement of the two small players [ Yamasaa, I Want To Go To The Toilet ] and [ Ward's Beriberi Levin ], the current steelmaking technology of the outpost has been greatly improved.
These guys are currently thinking about getting out the acid bottom-blowing converter steelmaking method in the mid-nineteenth century. When pure oxygen cannot be produced on a large scale, Bessemer's "Air steelmaking" method is a good choice.
Although it is difficult to remove the phosphorus in the ore, the raw materials they use are not phosphorus-containing ores, but scrap steel that does not contain phosphorus itself, and even the steps of adding limestone for dephosphorization can be saved. As for the "Stoma" problem, it can also be solved by drawing on the experience summed up by later generations, such as adding "Oxidizer" after blasting, etc.
But the key to everything is that first they need a 1.2-meter-high "stove", and pave it with tetravalent compounds such as silica and zirconia as an acidic lining to prevent the furnace itself from being melted by molten iron. This is not a small test for the sintering process. But these little players didn't seem to take this difficulty to heart, but took it as a challenge.
In the past, the big guys were more able to brag than the other on the forum, and one dared to brag more than the other. Now that they have obtained the qualifications for the beta test, it's time to show their real skills. Even if they haven't tried it at all, they can only bite the bullet.
Lucius is impeccable for the diligence of these small players, but the planning of this industrial zone is really a bit rough.
The charcoal-burning kiln is right next to the brick-burning, and two steps away is the steel-making furnace. There is no decent planning at all. It can't go on like this. As we all know, in the game of building a house, if the first house is not placed properly, the subsequent planning will be messed up.
In order not to be forced to death by obsessive-compulsive disorder, and for the production safety of these young players, Lucius found a wooden stake and a board, walked to the south of the nursing home, inserted the wooden stake into the ground, and hung the wooden board on the above.
Then, he used a marker pen to scribble down a line of words on the wooden board. After finishing it, he took two steps back and admired it for a while.
[ Decree No. 0 of Industrial Zone.]
[ 1. The area south of the outpost is designated as an industrial zone. ]
[ 2. New facilities need to submit an application to the manager or the manager’s assistant, specifying the application project, business type, budget and estimated area, and build it in the approved area. ]
[ 3. Occupying roads, exceeding the planned area or other illegal buildings will be cleared and removed. ]
"Good."
Lucius nodded with satisfaction.
Anyway, Decree No. 0 is just a draft, so naturally the fewer words the better. Fewer words can reduce the difficulty of reading for young players, and it is also convenient for self-management. It saves you to write a lot when you get it, but you can’t see it when you ask.
In the later period, the site security deposit, rent, management fee, tax, etc. will be supplemented in the form of "Industrial Zone Management Regulations". The current regulations are only to prevent these players from building randomly and blocking the road from the south gate to the resurrection point.
Before he could walk away, the nearby players saw the sign and surrounded him curiously.
"Decree No. 0 in the Industrial Zone?"
"The area on the south side of the outpost is designated as an industrial area... What the hell?! Epic-level enhancement of life occupations?!"
"Enhance a hammer! Enhance, you think it's a BUFF for you! This announcement means that you can't build randomly in the base in the future. You have to apply first, then build, and build in a planned way."
"Huh? That counts as weakening?"
"But to put it another way... even if you don't buy the land in the industrial zone, you can still obtain the right to use the land in the industrial zone through the application for approval? Does this part of the area not occupy the area of private land?"
"F*ck! Awesome!"
"How can this wave be weakened! The life profession is simply a win!!"
"It's cool, it's cool!"
After finally interpreting the less than 100-word announcement, the life professional players around the "NPC" were instantly excited!
At night, Lucius had a long, long dream.
He dreamed that he was playing a game called Sims, going to and from get off work every day, eating and sleeping, then waking up and going to work, eating again, and going to sleep again, and finally a truck came suddenly one day, which woke him up.
"Gah... working part-time while sleeping, it's really crazy."
You can't have a better dream. Waking up from the bed panting, Lucius subconsciously reached out to touch his chest and found that his clothes were soaked.
"Is the air conditioner turned on too high?"
After muttering something in a low voice, he jumped off the bed, moved his muscles and bones, and his joints crackled, feeling extremely comfortable.
Could it be an upgrade? With a thought in his heart, Lucius immediately went to the residents' hall to find medical examination equipment, and performed a full-body scan for himself.
Sure enough, as he expected, his gene sequence grew a level, from V7 to V8!
【 ID: Lucius
Genetic Sequences: Managers
Level: LV.7→LV8
——Basic Attributes——
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 6
Constitution: 8
Perception: 7
Intelligence: 6→7 】
"The increase in the previous few times was exercise ability, but this time it is the activity of brain cells?"
Lucius moved his arms, looked at the medical examination form and fell into thought.
"Sure enough, as I guessed, when commanding other clones to fight, my gene sequence will also grow accordingly."
Of course, the properties panel is for reference only. Compared with simply piling up data, being able to give full play to the advantages of physical functions is the key. Just like the crawler last time, none of the four attributes except intelligence was lower than him, but in the end he was killed by him to the limit. This is the best example.
"When the player's level rises to about LV10, throw the shelter No.117 as a copy to them to brush it."
I heard there is power armor there. Lucius happened to be missing a set of armor to match his nitrogen-powered hammer. When the armor and weapons are all ready, it will be called a real humanoid tank, let alone a crawler, even if a more powerful alien stands in front of him, it is only worthy of tickling him.
Thinking happily in his heart, Lucius went to the next room to wake Sumeria up, ignored her protest, and urged her to go out to work.
"Can't you let me sleep a little longer? There's no business in this weapon shop!"
Standing on the elevator, Sumeria stroked her sleepy red hair with her free left hand, and complained softly.
"The day's plan lies in the morning. There is no way. If you don't work harder, how will I live a good life in the future? Don't worry, after this winter, your work will be free."
Lucius made a joke, looked at the tuft of hair on the back of her head, and stretched out his hand to press it twice for her, "You'd better go to the bathhouse to get some water, I probably won't be able to press this tuft."
This guy's hair roots are quite hard, it seems that her nutrition has been getting better recently. It's really obsessive-compulsive disorder...
At first, Sumeria was still a little drowsy, and she was in a daze. The moment Lucius's fingers touched her scalp, she was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She jumped away in fright, hugging her crutches she huddled in the corner of the elevator vigilantly.
"What do you want to do!"
Lucius shrugged, didn't think about how to explain, and didn't even bother to think about it.
Popo, who was squatting on the side and hung up the OB all the way, raised the camera and stared at Sumeria who was huddled in the corner for a while. Suddenly, he spoke abruptly.
"According to Popo's analysis, the possibility that Master is plotting against you is less than 99.7%. From the analysis of DNA data, any chromosome stored in the gene bank of shelter No.404 has more reproductive significance attractiveness, and the value of inheritance than the chromosome you hold."
Sumeria's face instantly became the same color as her hair, and she stared fixedly at the robot in the corner, with an epileptic laugh leaking out of her mouth.
"Hehe, hehehe!"
This man is probably crazy.
Lucius also looked dissatisfied and looked at Popo.
"Why is there still 0.3%?"
Is your AI also doubting you? Lucius, who is upright and upright throughout his life?
Popo tilted the camera and said with reason.
"Because Master is still a young man after all, it is understandable even if he has ideas. After all, if there is not even a 0.3% probability, there will always be some problems in all aspects?"
Lucius touched his chin.
"...It makes sense for you to say so, and I don't even know how to refute it."
Popo: "Yes."
For the communication between one person and one AI, Sumeria didn't respond at all, and the whole person seemed to be blackened, laughing there.
Lucius always felt that something was wrong with the way she looked at Popo. To be honest, this AI probably has been on standby for too long, the hardware is aging or something, sometimes the brain is really not very bright, especially can't speak, and the emotional intelligence is even worse.
But one size counts for one size. After all, you have also worked as a mercenary. Why is your mental endurance so poor? Or is it possible to be a mercenary in Boulder City? Lucius couldn't fix it either.
...
Ever since Lucius stopped micro-manipulating the players' login rights and approved nighttime online access, he stopped sleeping in the resident hall and lived in the empty room next to Sumeria.
Every time he sleeps, he entrusts the various permissions of the shelter to Popo who is charging, as long as the players don't let the players rummage through their own things.
Old Luka was watching outside the shelter, and the rest of these players just wandered around without getting in the way. The furnace of the active substance extractor had not been stopped all night last night.
6 cannon fodder during the day, plus 21 at night, yielded a total of 12.3 units of active substances. Counting the 4 units accumulated before and deducting the 1 unit shortfall caused by Yaya, the stock of active substances has reached 15.3.
An extractor can only hold 25 units, and when it is full, it can only be pulled out and packed in a plastic bottle. I don't know if it will go bad if it is stored outside.
In short, the shelter is no longer lacking in active substances. As long as there is no meaningless death, appropriate battle damage is acceptable. In addition to prohibiting going to 76th Street to actively provoke the green-skinned muscular guy, and prohibiting harassment of neutral survivors who can be recruited in the south, Lucius has not restricted the scope of activities of these players as much as before. After a while, perhaps the contribution point penalty for death can be appropriately lowered.
When Lucius arrived on the surface, many players were already online, and they were busy shuttling through the industrial area with a bunch of tinkling parts. At present, more than 40% of the orders in the industrial zone are from the proprietress of the weapon store, including some parts needed to make receivers, copper shells and gunpowder needed to make bullets, and so on.
Among the fifth batch of new players who entered the game this time, there were a few more newcomers majoring in metallurgy, and they chose the intelligence department. Their development ideas are clear, that is, they are going for professional players in life.
After the repeated practice and improvement of the two small players [ Yamasaa, I Want To Go To The Toilet ] and [ Ward's Beriberi Levin ], the current steelmaking technology of the outpost has been greatly improved.
These guys are currently thinking about getting out the acid bottom-blowing converter steelmaking method in the mid-nineteenth century. When pure oxygen cannot be produced on a large scale, Bessemer's "Air steelmaking" method is a good choice.
Although it is difficult to remove the phosphorus in the ore, the raw materials they use are not phosphorus-containing ores, but scrap steel that does not contain phosphorus itself, and even the steps of adding limestone for dephosphorization can be saved. As for the "Stoma" problem, it can also be solved by drawing on the experience summed up by later generations, such as adding "Oxidizer" after blasting, etc.
But the key to everything is that first they need a 1.2-meter-high "stove", and pave it with tetravalent compounds such as silica and zirconia as an acidic lining to prevent the furnace itself from being melted by molten iron. This is not a small test for the sintering process. But these little players didn't seem to take this difficulty to heart, but took it as a challenge.
In the past, the big guys were more able to brag than the other on the forum, and one dared to brag more than the other. Now that they have obtained the qualifications for the beta test, it's time to show their real skills. Even if they haven't tried it at all, they can only bite the bullet.
Lucius is impeccable for the diligence of these small players, but the planning of this industrial zone is really a bit rough.
The charcoal-burning kiln is right next to the brick-burning, and two steps away is the steel-making furnace. There is no decent planning at all. It can't go on like this. As we all know, in the game of building a house, if the first house is not placed properly, the subsequent planning will be messed up.
In order not to be forced to death by obsessive-compulsive disorder, and for the production safety of these young players, Lucius found a wooden stake and a board, walked to the south of the nursing home, inserted the wooden stake into the ground, and hung the wooden board on the above.
Then, he used a marker pen to scribble down a line of words on the wooden board. After finishing it, he took two steps back and admired it for a while.
[ Decree No. 0 of Industrial Zone.]
[ 1. The area south of the outpost is designated as an industrial zone. ]
[ 2. New facilities need to submit an application to the manager or the manager’s assistant, specifying the application project, business type, budget and estimated area, and build it in the approved area. ]
[ 3. Occupying roads, exceeding the planned area or other illegal buildings will be cleared and removed. ]
"Good."
Lucius nodded with satisfaction.
Anyway, Decree No. 0 is just a draft, so naturally the fewer words the better. Fewer words can reduce the difficulty of reading for young players, and it is also convenient for self-management. It saves you to write a lot when you get it, but you can’t see it when you ask.
In the later period, the site security deposit, rent, management fee, tax, etc. will be supplemented in the form of "Industrial Zone Management Regulations". The current regulations are only to prevent these players from building randomly and blocking the road from the south gate to the resurrection point.
Before he could walk away, the nearby players saw the sign and surrounded him curiously.
"Decree No. 0 in the Industrial Zone?"
"The area on the south side of the outpost is designated as an industrial area... What the hell?! Epic-level enhancement of life occupations?!"
"Enhance a hammer! Enhance, you think it's a BUFF for you! This announcement means that you can't build randomly in the base in the future. You have to apply first, then build, and build in a planned way."
"Huh? That counts as weakening?"
"But to put it another way... even if you don't buy the land in the industrial zone, you can still obtain the right to use the land in the industrial zone through the application for approval? Does this part of the area not occupy the area of private land?"
"F*ck! Awesome!"
"How can this wave be weakened! The life profession is simply a win!!"
"It's cool, it's cool!"
After finally interpreting the less than 100-word announcement, the life professional players around the "NPC" were instantly excited!
