The end of the world starts from the global copy

Following Wang Ziyi, mixed with the large army and ran.

Lu Ming, who has excellent physical fitness and is quite literate in sports science, rarely becomes a nanny.

"Slower."

"Breathe evenly."

"This is a long run, not a sprint, and a sprint is the worst choice."

Most of the poor in this world have never played sports such as long-distance running - the venue does not allow it.

Naturally, they don't know much about what kind of doorway there is.

But Lu Ming understood.

The tasks at this stage start at [-]:[-] noon and end at [-]:[-] pm. The journey is probably quite long.

Reasonable distribution of physical strength is the key to promotion.

Chapter 67 Hell

Wang Ziyi is very obedient and has a good attitude.

Even if the nearby athletes ran wild, one or two like mad dogs, Wang Ziyi still slowed down amid Lu Ming's nagging.

The two kept moving slowly at a speed of 7-8 km/h. On the way, Lu Ming taught earnestly like a fitness trainer, and Wang Ziyi did a decent job.

Soon the two ran out of the main venue, and what they saw was a fairly straight and spacious highway that had been repaired.

A crowd gathered at the end of the line of sight.

As the distance gradually narrowed, the plaque where the crowd gathered fell into the eyes of the two.

"Supply point."

The role of resupply points is self-evident - replenishing food and water.

Given the poor physical fitness of the world's poor, some supply points are clearly necessary.

A long distance away, the tempting aroma wafts.

Different from synthetic food, there is a kind of oily taste in this aroma that Wang Ziyi has never tasted in his life.

"us……"

"Keep running."

Looking at the tightly blocked track, Lu Ming shook his head slightly.

Although the food supply point is sufficient, there are only ten intelligent robots serving as salespersons. It takes time to queue up to receive food and water, and it is unwise to waste too much time on this.

"By the way, have you had breakfast this morning?"

Wang breathed heavily and replied: "I have eaten, at ten o'clock, but not much."

"That's it."

……

There are more than one or two who have the same idea as Lu Ming.

Seeing that there are too many people in the first supply point, many people choose to turn a blind eye, obviously not wanting to waste too much time.

And most of these people are older people-maybe experienced people who have participated in the last sports meeting.

This also shows a fact on the side.

The track seems to be quite long...

Keeping running at a constant speed, Lu Ming and Wang Ziyi soon left the greedy and sprinter behind.

He said things like "thank you" and "thank you so much" over and over again, and the heavy breathing really made him unable to say anything else.

Lu Ming just kept his speed in silence, and rushed forward unhurriedly.

Even if Wang Ziyi is still in his hand...

Lu Ming was able to run like this for three days and three nights!

The player's physique is indeed not a joke.

From twelve noon to three o'clock in the afternoon.

Even though Wang Ziyi was panting like a dead dog, Lu Ming was still not panting.

It was not until the second supply point came into view that Lu Ming slowed down.

At this time, the progress of Lu Ming and Wang Ziyi was already in the forefront.

There are not many people in the second supply point, and there are only three when full.

Two sturdy replica natives lying in the shade with a face of kidney deficiency.

And a player who took small sips of food and water while slowly raising his legs and simply stretching.

Lu Ming saw at a glance that this person was a player.

It's not because of clothing - after entering this plot world, all players automatically change into poor people's clothing.

Just because this person has a very conspicuous military temperament, and his body shape and appearance can also be matched with someone who entered the dungeon first that Lu Ming had seen before.

Seeing that Lu Ming had nothing to do with dragging Wang Ziyi to the supply point, the man raised his head, glanced at Lu Ming, and then smiled kindly.

"French."

"Security Bureau."

Lu Ming didn't feel any burden to use the name of the Security Bureau.

And the player from the French military, or a prospective player, did not have any good or bad impressions of the Security Bureau.

Laughing again, the man took a sip of water and said, "You security bureau, it seems that an amazing guy has come in this time."

Hearing this, Lu Ming raised his eyebrows slightly and made a curious expression.

what he said...

Appears to be yourself?

shouldn't be...

Soon, Lu Ming realized that he thought too much.

"Ren Xia, run first."

The player pouted, and seemed to be impressed by the player named Ren Xia. After saying this, he didn't want to talk much, just threw the remaining food and water into the trash can, raised his legs and ran forward again. go.

Lu Ming also didn't know who this Ren Xia was - his connection with the Security Bureau was not too deep.

Pulling Wang Ziyi up, Lu Ming took a sip of water while instructing Wang Ziyi how to replenish energy and water during the long-distance running.

Before waiting for Wang Ziyi to rest, Lu Ming dragged Wang Ziyi, ignored Wang Ziyi's cries, and ran onto the track again.

boring, boring.

It's a simple marathon.

Wang Ziyi, who was beside him, was basically in a state of half-dead in the second half of the journey. Lu Ming had no choice but to carry him halfway and keep advancing forward.

Around 7 or 8 o'clock in the evening, a message came from the ghost in front of me that the end was coming.

Lu Ming deliberately slowed down and threw Wang Ziyi aside. After Wang Ziyi rested for more than half an hour, the two of them crossed the finish line at a constant speed.

……

Judging from the physique standards of the dungeon natives, the speed of Lu Ming and Wang Ziyi is probably in the middle and upper ranks, and according to the length of the track, even if there is no Lu Ming and Wang Ziyi runs according to his own ideas, he can probably finish in time. Crossed the finish line before.

As expected.

This first stage of the task is indeed not difficult.

Lu Ming's performance also did not attract attention.

Next to the finish line, a large number of people gathered in twos and threes, most of them with expressions of collapse.

Service robots bring water and food, and even caringly ask if they need rest or a doctor.

When the service robot brought food and water, Lu Ming ignored Wang Ziyi, who was gulps, but asked instead.

"What about Central City? Isn't this Central City?"

It was deserted near the finish line.

It doesn't match the name of the central city at all.

The service robot replied: "This is Central City, just on the outskirts of Central City."

"When you get here, you have completed the first stage of the competition goal. If you want to go to the central city to rest, you can take the No. 1 public train, which will take you to the downtown area of ​​the central city."

Following the robot's guidance, Lu Ming saw a bus waiting in the distance. After nodding, Lu Ming stopped talking.

It was not until Wang Ziyi finished eating and drinking that Lu Ming just got up and took Wang Ziyi to the bus.

About 10 minutes later, the bus started to fly into the air.

Until the liftoff reached a certain height, a huge city fell into Lu Ming's eyes in the distance.

……

[Side quest: Class Transition Movement Conference!The first stage! 】

【mission completed! 】

【Congratulations on your reward: 300 experience points! 】

[The next stage of the side mission will be triggered after you arrive at the central city. 】

Expected system beeps.

But at this moment, Lu Ming's focus was long gone.

The huge city in the distance completely fell into view.

It crawls in place like a giant steel beast. Although there are no high-rise buildings, it reveals the beauty of industrial technology and art everywhere.

As if to clear up Lu Ming's confusion, a mechanical synth sound automatically sounded in the bus.

"Central City, Mr. Ma Yunteng's home."

"As you can see, the most central building in the central city, the 59-story skyscraper, is Mr. Ma's house."

"The establishment of the central city took a lot of manpower and material resources. Mr. Ma did not enjoy such a huge city alone, but generously shared it with others..."

"Other people here, I mean the players who have performed well in the various games. They live here, multiply here, and have all the good things here."

"I am Xiaolan, an artificial intelligence. I sincerely hope that you can become a member of Central City."

The synthetic mechanical sound has a high degree of simulation, and the gentle voice seems to arouse the desire in human hearts and the yearning for a better life.

At least after hearing these words, Wang Ziyi, who was tired like a dead dog, shone again in his eyes.

He was full of hope, and even greedily looked at the city below that he had only seen in the movie, the warmth in his eyes could melt everything.

"This is Central City..."

"This is where my father lives!"

Lu Ming turned around abruptly and looked at Wang Ziyi.

Perhaps sensing Lu Ming's gaze, Wang Ziyi murmured.

"In the last Games, my father was granted residency in Central City because of his outstanding performance... Since then, I haven't seen my father again."

"I was 12 that year."

This little tadpole's sense of sight seeing his father...

Therefore, the purpose of Wang's freedom is not simple.

Is harvesting a bright future just one of the purposes of his participation...

Lu Ming spoke abruptly.

"How do you know your father is in Canterlot?"