Player Reload

Chapter 734 - 628: Ice Master

"God of Mankind? What an arrogant name."

Gray Rain, who couldn’t see the text and was only listening to Li Cheng’s description, scratched his head, "Could it be some programmer’s little whimsy?"

Game easter eggs originate from the Easter tradition of egg hunts, referring to surprises or extra features deliberately hidden by creators in games that are not easily discovered by players.

Apart from the easter egg room in the 1964 PDP-6 game "Adventure," classic easter eggs include the thirty-lives code in "Soul Doulou" and the chicken hat in "Metal Gear."

In contrast, there are some private touches in games that are not meant for players but are purely for the creators.

For instance, in a certain unnamed game "Sailor Number," the planner directly embedded an acrostic poem in the skill description of an elf, confessing deep feelings to an online girlfriend.

Absurdly, that "girlfriend" turned out to be a guy, leading to a situation of "Si Qing Fist - Thoughts flow like a spring, Nian Qing Sword - Always remembered, Hao Qing Palm - For eternity."

In any case, it is indeed possible that a programmer buried an easter egg in this three-dimensional version of "Abyss Syndrome," making all players in an AI takeover state show their ID as "God of Mankind."

"I don’t think so."

Li Cheng stepped closer, waving his hand in front of the dazed crew member’s face, who showed no reaction, continuing to control the submarine normally even when his view was blocked. This indirectly confirmed they were indeed under AI control.

But... something still felt off.

He tilted his head slightly and then saw those IDs rotating with his Information Integration Glasses.

Hmm? That doesn’t seem right. If it were in-game text, it shouldn’t move with the view, unless...

Li Cheng thought of a possibility. With a subtle expression, he took out a speaker from the Three-dimensional Warehouse and started playing a French song. He also plugged a data cable into the back of his neck, switching his current language interface to French,

trying to correct the Slaughter Field System’s auto-translation function this way.

To increase the success rate, he also grabbed a brand new pair of white boxer briefs from the shelf, waving it like a white flag.

After a brief delay, the ID above the submarine crew member’s head instantly changed to "Dieu parmi les hommes,"

which in French means... "God of Mankind."

Gray Rain, standing nearby, was puzzled. Without glasses, she couldn’t see the ID change; she only saw Li Cheng seriously holding a pair of white briefs, seemingly contemplating whether to put them on immediately,

so she hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Actually, I also bought a sexy swimsuit."

"???

Li Cheng glanced at her, utterly confused, and casually explained, "The translation function in the Slaughter Field is powerful, allowing players to read, understand, and express any language during missions, even alien languages.

It can even smoothly use idioms and proverbs that require historical knowledge accumulation.

For instance, if a player says ’Disaster comes from the mouth,’ it will automatically translate to the Arabic proverb ’The tongue is the neck’s sharp blade’ in the ears of an NPC with an Arabic cultural background.

’Preparedness ensures safety’ automatically translates to ’Fix the roof while the sun is shining.’

"I know that."

Gray Rain nodded, "The Whale Song Guild copied the Slaughter Field System to make a low-end version of a universal translation plugin that automatically activates on the Slaughter Field forum.

In my spare time studying, I use this plugin to argue with global netizens on social platforms, and it works great."

Having received her elementary school graduation certificate and now striving toward a middle school degree, Gray Rain had been feeling a bit stressed about her studies recently, especially after seeing domestic robots lively performing in the Spring Festival Gala,

facing a strong sense of urgency that "as an old-school robot with seniority, I can’t let those with junior status catch up to me."

Li Cheng’s eyelid twitched, "So what did you write?"

"Not much," Gray Rain replied nonchalantly, "just something like ’I feel BIGBANG’s "Fantastic Baby" isn’t as good as our domestic boy band’s "Youth Practice Manual," and how the return of the four boys was a big thunderclap."

Oh boy, I was like, oh boy. With the current internet crackdown, if you had said that ten years ago, you’d be in deep trouble.

Li Cheng’s mouth twitched as he continued to explain, "The Information Integration Glasses don’t have a smart mode, and the information displayed has always been in Chinese.

There’s only one situation where the Slaughter Field translation system actively overrides the Information Glasses, changing the displayed information along with the translation system — when it involves another player under the Slaughter Field framework, or the player’s creations."

After a few seconds of stupefaction, Gray Rain caught on, hesitantly saying, "So this ’God of Mankind’ is also a Slaughter Field player? Is he controlling the Home project, pulling us into the game’s Otherworld room?"

"Hard to say."

Li Cheng pondered, "The Home project’s scale is too large, larger than the general Divine Country.

If this ’God of Mankind’ created a small world, he’d at least be on par with the ’Heavenly Enemy,’ who died tens of thousands of years ago."

As both Lv40, the newly promoted highest level guild leader of the [Monster Alliance] [King of Trapped Beasts], is certainly not the same as the veteran Lv40 Side of Truth.

"Let’s take it one step at a time, the God of Mankind may not necessarily be a player, it might also be an artifact related to players."

He shook his head, "The Home project originated from the quantum computer, and it’s been decades now. As for the physical slaughter field game hall, it has been deserted and dilapidated for a long time, the player who caused all this might have disappeared long ago.

As for now..."

He shrugged, took out a pouch marked with symbol ① given by Carlos from his pocket, and indeed found a note inside, saying [Wait for four hours].

Li Cheng glanced at the submarine bridge, at those dazed crew members taken over by AI, casually brought two chairs for himself and Gray Rain to sit, "Wait for these people to come online and talk."

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Above the miasma-filled swamp, the nine-headed Hydra giant serpent was fighting desperately with a tiny figure.

The figure, dressed in pirate captain attire, moved like lightning, gracefully weaving between the heads of the hydra, kicking a wooden barrel filled with high explosives towards Hydra,

While pulling the trigger of his flintlock handgun with force, the lead bullet spiraled to hit the barrel, causing a great explosion, blasting Hydra to fly backward, with two snake heads rapidly regenerating after being burnt.

The crowd at the edge of the swamp exclaimed, the center of the battlefield shrouded by a magic barrier, preventing others from entering or snatching victory.

Hydra could heal infinitely, resurrecting as it was destroyed, immune to all physical attacks, with its only weakness being... fire.

The figure smiled ghostly, right hand igniting the pirate scimitar, dashing into the midst of the hydra’s heads, the flaming blade slashing all nine snake heads, burning the wounds, preventing any regeneration.

"Damn, Bing! Damn!"

"Ice God!"

"Brother Bing didn’t deceive us, his captain really won!"

The crowd outside the barrier exclaimed, most unable to kill Hydra alone, simply watching the professional team player’s moves, many holding signs supporting the RLG Team.

As Hydra died and fell into the swamp, the magic barrier dispersed accordingly. The professional player rummaged through the corpse to find golden coins, lifting them high above his head with a display of pride, addressing the outside audience: "The farce is over, RLG is back."

More cheers erupted outside, representing screen recordings flashing repeatedly. Brother Bing kept a smile, opened a teleportation gate, and left the swamp.

Well... the reason for the public display was not due to a performing personality,

Professional teams compete fiercely, if unable to win the highest honor championship, they need continuous exposure and traffic to sustain their sponsors.

Upon the teleportation gate closing, Brother Bing appeared in a basement, where his teammates surrounded the hacker who had caused a stir at hall 018.

"I don’t use any fitness supplements... at most, some protein powder..."

Zak sat in a chair, bound hand and foot, head hanging low, drooling at the mouth.

The RLG members didn’t torture him, the Home game disallowed such actions, merely fed him mushrooms causing strong hallucinations, prompting him to spill the truth.

"The second coin is also in hand."

Brother Bing casually tossed the golden coin to the captain, noticing the confused and shocked expressions mixed on his teammates’ faces, puzzled: "What’s wrong? What did Zak say?"

"See for yourself."

The captain handed him a stack of paper in subtle expression, densely packed with words.

The Home World is fake... It’s created by a higher dimension named Slaughter Field Game... Zak is the truly transcendent with supernatural powers...

"What’s all this?"

Brother Bing was baffled, "Mental breakdown?"

"It’s also possible the hacker had preemptively input junk code into his own mind, once detected memory scanning, it outputs useless information."

The captain sighed, "Trouble now, if we appeal the intel to the referee, the event operators will surely involve us in investigations, delaying the event timeline."

As these words fell, the basement atmosphere sank.

The RLG Team is a high-traffic, all-Chinese team, winning championships in various events, yet desperately wanting a high-value grand prize, almost becoming a heart demon for the five members present, especially the captain.

"...Inform the team manager to have the upper management dispute with the referee committee."

The captain sighed, about to untie Zak, only to hear a "buzz buzz," as the latter’s pager buzzed in his pocket.