Read Novel Full Chapter 606
Chapter 606
“Bai Lixin, come and look at this.”
The ruins had been searched twice and had no usable resources left.
Although it was called an Indigenous Historical Site, there were not many traces of human habitation inside.
New snow covered old snow. In just one night, the soft snowflakes had buried yesterday’s search efforts.
However, at the central coordinate point, there was one conspicuous object: the totem that Emil and the others said couldn’t be moved.
The totem was embedded in the snow. When Bai Lixin and the others approached, they found the stone covered with a four to five-centimeter-thick layer of snow.
Working together, they cleared the snow and saw the totem that Emil had posted in the group chat.
It was exactly the same as the carving on the wooden board, depicting a scene of a devastating wildfire.
“How pitiful. In the face of a terrifying natural disaster, humans who consider themselves strong are as insignificant as ants and can only run away in panic.” Pink Hair had somehow sidled up behind Bai Lixin, and brushed against him subtly. “Brother, is there anything I can help with?”
Looking at Pink Hair who was clinging to him like a koala, Bai Lixin asked, “You can help me with anything?”
Pink Hair: “As long as it’s something Brother wants me to do, I can help.”
Bai Lixin: “Good, I really have something important I want you to help with.”
He took out three shovels from his backpack and handed them to Pink Hair.
“Dig down along the base of the totem. There’s a more hidden secret of the indigenous people underneath, related to that wooden house. I believe you can do it. Good luck, Brother.”
Pink Hair: “???”
‘What did he say?’
‘I am such a sweet person, but he wants me to dig snow?’
‘Where did he even get these shovels!’
By the time Pink Hair came to his senses, Bai Lixin and the other two had already walked away.
He stood there, looked at the shovels in his hands, then at the three receding figures, and was a bit dumbfounded.
Black-Framed Glasses and his companion staggered over indignantly, “How outrageous.”
“Do you need me to teach them a lesson?”
“You wouldn’t dare.” Pink Hair’s tone suddenly turned cold, “That person is mine, no one is allowed to touch him.”
The two froze for a second. When they spoke again, their voices were calm, like emotionless machines, “What should we do next?”
Pink Hair handed the shovels to the two, “Dig, start digging. I want to see what secrets of the wooden house lay underneath.”
Samael glanced at the three people who had started digging behind him, “They are quite obedient. Now that we’ve shaken them off, tell us your plan, Bai Lixin.”
“I don’t have any plans.” Bai Lixin shrugged, “I’m not the one setting the questions. The system hasn’t even given us a test paper, what kind of solutions can I come up with?”
Samael stumbled, his voice slightly distorted, “Then what are you doing here?”
Bai Lixin: “Just wandering around since there’s nothing else to do.”
Samael: “…”
Lin Jue: “Hahaha, you’re something else.”
The three of them walked towards the glacier graveyard, “Even though there’s no plan, I do have a question I want to discuss with you.”
“When it comes to a cold natural disaster copy, what comes to mind?”
“Cold means freezing, everything loses its vitality,” Samael said in a deep voice. “If I were the game developer, the biggest challenge for players here would be the scarcity of resources. The upper limit of human survival is not very high. Without water and food, an average person can survive for three days. With only water, they can last a bit longer, up to seven days.”
“The first stage of this copy is four days. I initially thought the game’s purpose was to push us to the limits of human endurance. The food and water in our backpacks are forbidden, and so are the warm props. We have to survive entirely on the scarce resources within the copy.”
“The safe house is the only special existence, a beacon of hope for players who are cold and starving.”
“To get the resources in the safe house, players would fight tooth and nail, potentially even turning on each other. Even if they get punished, as long as they don’t die, they can be healed with the medical supplies in the safe house.”
“The other thing is the temperature. It is not cold enough.”
“-60 degrees is the temperature of Mount Everest, -90 degrees is the temperature in Antarctica. Since this is a horror copy, the temperature should be lower than these places, at least -150 degrees, -200 degrees, or even -300 degrees.”
“To escape this terrifying cold, the safe house becomes a focal point of contention.”
“The safe house is the sweetest cake in the eyes of the players, everyone wants to snatch it.”
“Oh, right, to instill fear in the players, monsters in the frost are indispensable. They are everywhere, following you like a shadow, making you terrified, and taking people’s heads invisibly. To avoid them, the safe house is also crucial.”
Lin Jue shuddered, “Man, you’re ruthless. Luckily, you’re not a game planner. Otherwise, we’d all be done for on the first day.”
Samael snorted indifferently, “But reality is different from my imagination.”
“To say this is a natural disaster copy is too gentle.”
“We can take out supplies from our backpacks: warm props, food and water are all in abundance. The system even provided us with five resource points, afraid we wouldn’t have enough supplies. We just don’t have fire, but it doesn’t mean it’s unlivable. Before Prometheus stole fire, weren’t ancient people surviving?”
“The safe house isn’t that indispensable either. It’s just a more comfortable environment.”
“It’s very strange.” Samael pondered, “This time, the system is unusually gentle with the players.”
Lin Jue: “That’s what puzzles me too. A natural disaster copy without a disaster, it’s like…”
Bai Lixin: “It’s like attaching airplane wings to a cruise ship, creating an incongruous object.”
“Attaching airplane wings to a cruise ship…” Samael repeated Bai Lixin’s description, then burst into laughter, “Not bad, not bad, a very vivid analogy. So what if we peel the airplane wings off the cruise ship?”
“Hahaha.” Lin Jue laughed mischievously. His gloved fingers twirled in the air, and a small knife appeared out of nowhere in his hand, “Things just got interesting.”
Bai Lixin smiled lightly, and the three continued their slow walk towards the glacier graveyard.
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In the live broadcast room
[Attaching airplane wings to a cruise ship… What does that mean? I need a reading comprehension expert.]
[Does God Xin mean that two copies have been spliced together? And the attributes of the two copies are quite different, or even completely opposite—one flies in the sky, the other sails in the water, hence the analogy?]
[Completely opposite? Two spliced copies? Help, my brain hurts!]
[These three are really… crazy. One made a guess, and the other two laughed along. Listening to their conversation, are they planning to separate the spliced copies? God Xin proposed a theory, and not only did they not doubt it, they laughed and supported it. Damn, why do they look so cool?]
[In a way, each of them is crazy in their own way.]
[But how can they separate the copies? Isn’t that the system’s job? Can players really do that? And what would be the consequences of separating the copies? Can they handle those consequences?]
[How would you know without trying? Humans have never had the ability to predict the future. In human development, there have always been endless possibilities. If our predecessors had always played it safe, how could we have the current progress?]
[If it’s really two incompatible copies spliced together, then separate them! Separate them and let us see what’s going on! I’m dying to know what happens!]
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The Glacier Graveyard was only an hour’s walk from the historical ruins.
It was Bai Lixin’s first time visiting this place. From a distance, he saw rows of trees made up of white ice crystals.
As he approached, he discovered that the ice crystals were just an outer layer. Inside the ice crystals were branches and trunks of the same shape.
The branches and trunks were pitch black, and upon closer inspection, carbonized cracks could be seen crisscrossing their surfaces.
He wandered around the forest; every tree was like this.
The trees here had been burned.
In this forest of ice crystal trees, one tree stood out particularly.
This tree was the king of the forest; it was taller and thicker than all the other trees.
The broad, enormous trunk branched out at a certain height, forming umbrella-like limbs that covered all the surrounding trees.
At the end of one of the branches, there hung a leaf that had not yet burned out.
The top was broad and blunt, tapering towards the bottom.
This was a banyan forest.
Samael: “These trees seem to have been forcibly frozen before they completely burned.”
His hand touched the cold ice crystal, “I’ve spent a long time in Eden and experienced countless forest fires. I’m quite familiar with this phenomenon. Trees typically contain water. When a forest burns, the fallen leaves at the base of the trees ignite first. Then the trunks, and finally the branches. But the branches are the first to burn out. They gradually carbonize and fall from the tips, followed by the thicker branches, leaving only the bare trunks.”
“Judging by the color of these trees, they have been burning for a long time. External forces, such as rain, would no longer be sufficient to stop their burning. The branches falling off would be inevitable. But they haven’t; the branches are securely frozen inside, still retaining the marks of their growth.”
“Airplane wings attached to a cruise ship.”
He knocked on the trunk, and a muffled ‘duang duang’ sound came from his fingertips, “If the tree is the cruise ship, then this outer layer of ice crystals must be the airplane wings.”