Chapter 7: Red-faced Shen Qinghan: Garbage game!!!

Shen Qinghan didn't take this kind of old-fashioned gunfight game to heart.

Although she didn't play games much, she had played competitive games for a while in college, and she could even win the college league championship in super-difficult mech combat.

This kind of primitive shooting game naturally didn't count for much.

As the landing craft shook, as if the bottom had hit something.

In the state of virtual sensory, Shen Qinghan stumbled and almost fell. At this time, a voice rang in her ears:

"Everyone! Split into two rows, avoid the shell craters!"

"Prepare to land!"

"May the Lord bless you!"

There was no time to think about who the Lord was and why he had to bless them.

Clang—

The baffle in front of the landing craft had been lowered.

Shen Qinghan looked up and saw the NPCs in front of her about to charge toward the beach.

Suddenly, a machine gun roared.

Before Shen Qinghan could fully stand up, she saw the NPCs in front of her being beaten into broken limbs and pieces by the powerful machine gun fire, blood and flesh splattering from the front.

Splattering warm blood all over Shen Qinghan.

The touch and temperature, almost the same as in reality, made people shudder, and Shen Qinghan was stunned.

Completely unable to think.

Bang!

Her chest was suddenly hit hard, and before the severe pain could spread.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!

Blood flowers bloomed all over Shen Qinghan's body. The thoughts in her mind had no effect; she couldn't move in time, and a series of machine gun bullets hit her.

With a thud, she collapsed.

Falling onto the deck.

Shen Qinghan's brain was blank.

Not dead?

This thought flashed through her mind, and Shen Qinghan wanted to get up, but found she couldn't control her body, and the colors of the world in her eyes grew weaker until she fell into darkness...

Then Shen Qinghan's perspective lit up again, only it had turned into a God's-eye view, watching the charge below.

Watching the soldiers on the landing craft below being wiped out by the beach defenders.

A game-over box appeared before her eyes.

Shen Qinghan retreated to the desktop and gritted her teeth.

She clicked on "Second World War: Rise of the Empire" again.

It was just too embarrassing just now.

Fortunately, no one saw it.

She hadn't even rushed off the landing craft before she was shot dead.

No wonder they had to split into two rows.

Standing in one piece was a living target.

How did Zhao Ming come up with such a perverted game?

And...

Why was there only one chance, and why did he have to wait so long after dying? Could such a long resurrection mechanism keep people?

Shen Qinghan, who didn't believe in evil, appeared on the landing craft again.

The game started.

Half a day later.

Inside Zhao Ming's office.

It was approaching noon. Shen Qinghan, wearing a virtual helmet, sat on the sofa and played for a whole morning.

Zhao Ming estimated that she must have died dozens of times.

Playing after dying dozens of times, it seems his design is very successful, even Shen Qinghan is addicted to it.

Just thinking about it.

Shen Qinghan on the sofa moved, raised her hand to take off the virtual helmet on her head, and threw it hard on the ground:

"Zhao Ming!!!"

So angry!

Played more than forty times, and didn't survive for three minutes even once!

There were even two times when she fell into the sea and couldn't swim up and drowned! It's absurd!!!

What kind of broken difficulty is this!

Shen Qinghan gritted her teeth and stood up, glaring at Zhao Ming at the desk.

Zhao Ming coughed:

"What's wrong, Senior."

Shen Qinghan gritted her teeth:

"What kind of broken game is this!"

"Does this game have a clearance option?! Huh?!!!"

"I died more than forty times!!!"

"This game is impossible to land successfully at all!"

Zhao Ming coughed twice:

"But Senior, you played for a whole morning; doesn't that explain the success of this game?"

Shen Qinghan was choked with anger:

"I was..."

She wasn't convinced, so she started the game again and again:

"This is different."

Zhao Ming smiled and said:

"Where is it different?"

"Actually, it's just not convinced, right? Not just you, other players will definitely think so after playing."

"Everyone thinks so, so the game will become popular."

Listening to Zhao Ming's sophistry, Shen Qinghan's head throbbed, buzzing, but she couldn't find any words to refute, so she could only say:

"Even if this method is correct."

"Is the game difficulty too strong?"

"And why can't you resurrect after death, you must wait for the game to end?"

"And bullets hitting the body affect movement."

"These..."

Zhao Ming said:

"These are all very reasonable, aren't they?"

Shen Qinghan gritted her teeth:

"Where is it reasonable?"

"With such settings, the game experience is too poor."

"There will definitely be players protesting."

No resurrection count, and body injuries affecting movement.

It's hard to imagine this is a gunfight game.

This kind of real-time feedback, shouldn't it be that kind of large-scale survival game?

In this kind of gunfight game combat, body injuries affecting movement is simply fatal.

Zhao Ming shook his head and said:

"No, this is the most realistic and reasonable."

"This game doesn't have any data panels or death counts."

"Because in reality, you only have one life."

"There is no setting in other games where you can resurrect at will after death."

"This is to let players value life."

"And many people will fantasize that once war comes, they will command thousands of troops on the battlefield, show off their power, and beat the enemy until they collapse."

Shen Qinghan's face turned red.

Why does it feel like he's talking about her...

And it's true, before she died the first time, she was studying how to land on the beach, from which direction to take down the enemy's firepower points, but... she died more than forty times and still hadn't rushed onto the beach.

Those thoughts were all in vain.

Now that she thinks about it, those thoughts were really ridiculous.

And Zhao Ming didn't notice Shen Qinghan's expression and continued:

"But reality is often skinny."

"Most people can only be cannon fodder."

"Like the one on the landing craft."

"It's to let players experience this cruelty, recognize reality, and know that they are just cannon fodder."

"In this way."

"Who would still look forward to war?"

"Doesn't this achieve the purpose of anti-war?"

"It's very consistent with the core requirements of the 'Anti-War Competition'."

Shen Qinghan frowned, unable to refute, thought for a moment, and said:

"Then for the game's pain and movement, should we adjust it?"

"It's not easy to land on the beach in a complete state; if you break your hands and feet, it's basically waiting for death."

Zhao Ming shrugged and said:

"Life only happens once, and hands and feet only come in a pair."

"This virtual helmet scans the player's body data to generate the body."

"To give players a better experience."

"I even specifically enhanced it on the basis of scanning."

"The speed and strength of the character you control in the game are 1.2 times your actual body."

"In other words."

"If a war really breaks out."

"Being cannon fodder in the game is no different from being cannon fodder in reality."

"I am the one who is truly thinking for the players and making games with heart~" ===== CHAPTER 8 =====