Survivorship Bias

    After Yang Erci finished speaking, Shen Ti who was leaning on An Wujiu's shoulder sat up and looked at him.

    He was very calm, without the slightest panic.

    “Then make finding this person the third goal.” Shen Ti said to An Wujiu.

    An Wujiu lowered his eyes, a smile twitched at the corner of his mouth.

    "Okay." He replied softly.

    Yang Erci looked like a cold noodle, but her life ability was very strong. Seeing that the three of them didn't want to eat Zhong Yirou's meal, she did it herself, and soon made a few vegetable baked eggs and toast.

    "Whatever you want."

    "Smells good."

    "My scrambled eggs are delicious too."

    "It turned out that the black one was a scrambled egg."

      I haven't felt the feeling of being with someone for a long time.

    An Wujiu swallowed the toast and said to Wu You, "You were electrocuted in the last game, at that time I didn't want you to continue to enter the altar."

    Wu You actually saw it long ago, "But it's not something we can decide."

    Yang Erci held the coffee spoon and stirred, "There are more people in the altar than I thought. It was less than a day after the launch, and the login IP has already covered the world."

    "Why are so many people coming in? Such a dangerous place." Zhong Yirou couldn't understand.

    "It's not just for money." Yang Erci said, "Many people who lacked everything and had golden spoons went in just for the thrill."

    An Wujiu has always been curious, "What kind of place can a game like the altar be operated? If it is an ordinary virtual reality game, that's all, but this is life-related."

    "This is a joint venture of several of the world's largest multinational technology companies. Now there is no other larger organization, and even the government can't control them." Zhong Yirou put it down and hugged her wet hair. The towel, shook his hair, "Speaking of which there are also chauvin, they provide the most important neural access technology, the game cabin is also made by them, and the whole world has their game factory."

    An Wujiu still finds it strange, "But such a big project, even a multinational company that is rich and rivals the country, has no profit to extract, why do you want to run these and do charity?"

    This is indeed suspicious.

    "Who knows?" Zhong Yirou shrugged, "Perhaps there is something they can profit from here, the evil capitalism."

    "I thought it was strange at first, not only that there was no profit." Yang Erci tapped the inner wall of the coffee cup with her fingers, her eyes narrowed slightly, as if caught in a memory , "When the beta version of the altar was first launched, I was still in chauvinism. At that time, the promotion of the altar made me feel that it was a bit too much. A virtual reality game, the publicity was so overwhelming that even the company There are test connections all over the place."

    Shen Ti held his chin in his hand, and drew circles on the table with the other hand, "There is also a special media to announce the survival of the altar, it's not easy."

    An Wujiu still thinks it's not right, "I lost my memory, I don't remember what happened at that time. However, didn't the altar mention how to log out of the game when it was first tested? If everyone knows that they can't come out if they go in, there shouldn't be so many people logging in, right?"

    "This is a good question." Zhong Yirou leaned back on the chair, "In the beginning of the test, you can log out at will, and players do not need to enter the game cabin, of course, the game experience is not good. So true. Later, when the official version came out, it changed, anyway, when I entered the first warm-up match, I found that I couldn’t find the exit button on the game panel.”

    Yang Erci nodded, "There are real monsters in the dungeon. Many players feel dangerous and want to forcibly quit, but they are regarded as fouls by the game. Either they die or they enter the punishment stack."

    “Didn’t the development team of the altar give an explanation?” An Wujiu asked.

    "Yes." Yang Erci stood up and poured water for himself, "They said that this was a bug in the game update, so players should be calm, but later they said that the altar conducted self-learning And iteration, has been beyond their control. In exchange, there is also a problem with the point pool of the altar, which has skyrocketed uncontrollably, causing players to receive far greater rewards than before."

    An Wujiu understood, "So under this temptation, some people are still willing to continue playing."

    "Yes." Yang Erci smiled, "Even if you spend only 24 hours, it is more attractive than being poor all the time."

    There are still seven hours before returning to the altar game cabin, everyone filled their stomachs and rested in Yang Erci's apartment, An Wu Jiu slept well at night, but felt sleepy for no reason, so Leaning on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows for half an hour.

    It was a short time, but he seemed to have a lot of dreams.

    This dream is somewhat similar to the previous one. In the dream, he is still very small. He is also standing outside the door, looking through the crack of the door, but this time, what he sees is not his mother, but his father .

    Father sat at the desk in the room and opened a heavy and ancient book.

    He didn't know what his father saw, only to see him reciting strange words in a coherent tone, and a strange grunting sound came out of his throat, as if he was repeating an unknown secret language. He's like a Frankenstein who locks himself in a room and a fanatic of some unspeakable religion.

    And when the young An Wujiu in the dream shouted for his father outside the door, the man in the room turned his head, his eyes were filled with black, and he stared straight at himself, Like being able to breathe everything into it.

      Come.

    An Wu Jiao outside the door seemed to have been drained of all her strength and lost the ability to resist, so she was tightly entangled by these thick and smooth tentacles, almost suffocating.

    Shen Ti was lying on the side of the table, staring at An Wujiu who was leaning on the sofa to watch the scenery, who knew he would fall asleep while watching, originally wanted to tease him, but was afraid of making noise Wake up, so Shen Ti quietly observed for a long time.

    I don't know if it's cold or something else, An Wu Jiu's hands are shaking all the time, seeing Shen Ti feeling restless.

    In the end, he quietly walked over, took off his windbreaker jacket, and put his hands on An Wujiu.

    But maybe he wasn't careful enough, he disturbed him when he was pulling the corner of his clothes, Shen Ti just squatted down, An Wujiu turned over and grabbed his arm.

    Shen Ti's heart skipped a beat.

    But he did not wake up, but frowned in his sleep, and seemed to be talking in his sleep in a daze.

    Shen Ti couldn't hear clearly, so he got closer.

    "Save..."

     Shake him awake?

    The dream is too painful.

    An Wujiu felt that he was strangled by these tentacles to the point of losing the last breath of air, unable to think, or even to call for help.

    No one came to save him.

    Just when she thought she was about to die, An Wu Jiu suddenly opened her eyes and woke up from her dream.

    There were no tentacles and tails, the first thing he saw was Shen Ti's face.

    And he was holding Shen Ti's arm in his sleep.

    "What's wrong?" Shen Ti stroked his forehead naturally, "I sweat a lot."

    "It's alright..." An Wujiu gasped for a while, and only spoke after calming down, "I always have some very strange dreams, some unnatural phenomena, it's very scary."

    He found himself covered with Shen Ti's clothes, and his inner fear dissipated a lot.

    "It must be too tired, so I had a nightmare." Shen Ti pulled him up, "Did you do it last night too?"

    An Wujiu shook his head, "No, I slept well last night."

    Probably the best sleep he's ever had.

    "That's right," Shen Ti patted his shoulder and said deliberately, "My arm is still numb, and no one has pressed it for me."

    Wu Youben brought a glass of water towards them, took a sip as he walked, and when he heard Shen Ti's words, he spit the water back into the glass, turned his head and left.

    24 hours of leisure time passes quickly, compared to fighting and fighting in the game, even if the world is in chaos, it is precious.

    The setting sun is like soaked blood, dyeing the sky of the city, they return to the game factory again, ready to join the new battlefield.

    "That's right." Wu You remembered something, "Brother Wu Jiu, you haven't drawn your reward card in the last warm-up match."

    When he reminded him like this, An Wujiu remembered that he still had a reward to redeem, "Yes, I almost forgot."

    "Pick it after you go in." Wu You hunched over and got into the game cabin on his right and lay down, waiting for the glass door to close, "Maybe you can get rare items."

    Shen Ti was on An Wujiu's left, "Draw a pop-up card and pop the little devil's head out of the altar."

    "Eject you!"

    "The two of you are noisy." Zhong Yirou curled her hair and stared at the glass cover that was gradually closing, "Please give me a game that can make good money this time..."

    The feeding tube automatically emerges from the cabin and plunges into their arms and necks.

    A familiar voice came from the game cabin.

    "The database interface is connected."

    "Loading Survival Data."

    "Loading—"

    "Environment configuration successful, variable initialization—"

    "Welcome back, survivors."

    In the cabin, his eyes were pure white, and he could see nothing.

    "Loading warm-up game configuration."

    In the state of weightlessness, the pure white space around him suddenly flashed, and colorful data grids began to pour into it, piling up a gradually real picture.

    In the end, a dazzling white light flashed, An Wu Jiu slowly opened his eyes and adapted to the new game environment.

    At this moment, he initializes on a wrap-around sofa deck that surrounds a low table. The space here is very small, but the decoration is very luxurious. Besides him, there are five other people, seeing Wu You's face, An Wu Jiu felt a moment of peace of mind.

    At least I can take care of him.

    But the next second, his heart sank.

    Sweeping around, An Wu Jiu did not see Shen Ti.

    No matches this time?

    Although he was fully prepared for this, he always held a bit of luck in his heart, thinking that when he woke up again, he would be able to see Shen Ti's face.

    Except Wu You, the rest are all new faces.

    "Welcome everyone, you are all survivors of the last round of the game, and representatives of bravery and wisdom among human beings."

    Such a statement made An Wugui feel uncomfortable.

    Their bravery and wisdom are all forced out by this game.

    "A new warm-up game is announced for you-"

    "Wait a minute." Wu You said, "Is there only so many people in this game?"

    The Holy Voice answers him.

    "Of course not."

    "This round of warm-up matches is different from the previous ones. You are not all players in this round of games."

    An Wujiu realized something.

    Possible.

    "Due to the large number of players, all the survivors participating in this round of the game were randomly divided into nine groups, each group of six people, a total of fifty-four people. Everyone competed in the warm-up match in the group, and finally The winner will get a chance to vote."

    "Vote?" A red-haired western man sitting in front of An Wujiu questioned, "Isn't it a reward?"

    "The reward this time is not so easy," said Shengyin.

    "Nine winners will have a chance to vote for the format, by majority, and each of you will have a small advantage that you will know when you win."

    "The following is an announcement of the games of this warm-up round."

    Five dice appeared in front of them.

    An Wujiu frowned.

    Gambling?

    "Big Talk Dice."