Fantasy Game: Infinite City

Through several experiences, Han Zu has confirmed that the copies in the Infinite City all exist in their own space or dimension, and the game cabin is a "teleportation device" that will teleport players to those worlds.

Infinite Corporation is using players to achieve some purpose, and it may be related to those creation engines.

"Snapped!"

Han Zu, who was lying on the floor, sat up and slapped himself hard.

"What do I want to do with this thing?"

In life, there is a very small chance of meeting a person with a unique personality. If they live in a familiar environment and have relatives around them, they will behave very normally, even mediocre. They will communicate with others normally, but usually this communication is passive and not real, so this type of people generally have no friends, or very few.

When this type of people leave their familiar environment and their loved ones, they will be the same as before for a period of time at the beginning. However, once a period of time has passed, they will automatically cut off all contact with people other than their loved ones. In the minds of this type of people, "relatives" only refer to parents and siblings. In their minds, relatives and the like do not fall into the category of "relatives".

Their contact with their relatives is only passive, and they will never take the initiative to contact them. Once these people have no contact from their relatives for a long time and they don’t know their own situation, their true nature will be revealed.

They don't care about anything, including their own life and death.

They don't care about anything, even if someone dies in front of them.

They will change their behavior and way of thinking completely according to their own preferences, and spend more than half of their time on their own interests. Once a stranger breaks their life routine, whether it is out of good intentions or not, they will be engraved with a first impression of "you deserve to die" in the hearts of these people. However, except for a few individuals, they will not really do that. They will just exclude the people who disrupt their life routine from their almost non-existent social circle.

Han Zu is one of these people, and he is one of those extreme "extreme individuals".

Although Han Zu can communicate with others normally and appears harmless and amiable most of the time, the death of his parents, his long period of living alone, and the financial freedom he achieved through unlimited companies have almost completely solidified his behavior logic and way of thinking.

Before he passed through the Infinite City and gained these abilities, he didn't care about anything. But after gaining these abilities, his behavior can be imagined.

"I'll see if I can keep playing."

Han Zu forced himself to throw all the incredible things that had happened before into the "garbage disposal station" in his mind, labeled them as "waste, waste of time", and stopped thinking about them.

Lying in the game cabin, I entered the infinite city.

There seems to be something wrong with the system panel of Infinite City. It might be caused by that pointed ear. Except for the system settings, other panels have become garbled.

Han Zu opened the system settings and chose to close all other panels. Then he thought about it again, found an option in the related settings column, and checked it.

"Panel pops up only when value changes"

After the modification was completed, Han Zu's wrinkled face relaxed again and closed the settings page. Looking at the UI which was empty except for the timestamp, Han Zu nodded with satisfaction.

“It looks much more comfortable this time.”

Walking around in the player square, still no one could see him. Han Zu threw this matter into the "garbage disposal station" in his mind and labeled it a "trivial matter".

I came to a position in the corner of the square. There was a huge screen in front of me, but the screen was not turned on, and there was no player in line in front of this position.

This is the location where the dungeon was opened in the early days of Infinite City. At that time, players could not open the matching interface through the system panel, so players at that time entered the dungeon through this location.

I don't know why this place was retained in the Infinite City after the upgrade. It may be that the underlying data logic is complicated and the staff are too lazy to modify it.

In front of the screen, Han Zu tried to select a matching copy through the console above. This time he succeeded, but perhaps because no one had used this thing for a long time, its startup speed was very slow. The screen in front of him lit up very quickly, but there was nothing but the earliest logo of the Infinite City.

Taking out an "Extinction Order", Han Zu stood here to kill time. After just the time of a cigar, a white light flashed and Han Zu entered a random copy.

Since Han Zu closed all invalid interface UIs, he did not receive any system prompts. After entering the copy, before he could take a look around, a prompt message about value changes popped up in front of Han Zu.

“2→3”

"This should be the information of the body conversion interface. Let me see if I can see the detailed information."

After clicking on the body conversion interface, the new body that Han Zu had previously created using the creation engine became the third body that could be used. However, the description of the body's characteristics was currently garbled, and it was unknown what specific abilities it had. The current information was that there were a total of three body characteristics, and one of them was blocked.

"It looks like it will take some time to find out what they are. Let me first see if the shape has changed."

Switching to the third body, Han Zu turned into a soldier, wearing a gray officer's uniform, long black military boots, a gray military double-breasted windbreaker over the officer's uniform, and a large black and gray cap. There was a military emblem in the middle of the cap, and on both sides of the emblem were silver metal wheat ears, with a unique rune in the middle.

This body is slightly smaller than the other two bodies. It is Han Zu's original height before he became a player of Infinite City, but it is much stronger, like a bodybuilder.

"Hmm... Not bad! Very good body, let me spin my arms."

Han Zu looked down at his current appearance and nodded. He was very satisfied with the appearance of this body. Suddenly he thought of something. He clenched his right fist and placed it on his waist behind his back. He stretched out his left hand with five fingers together, stretched out his arm, tilted it upwards at an angle that was not in compliance with laws and regulations, shouted a slogan, and then laughed.

The slogan is simple, just two words, but it cannot be said.

"It's a bit like that. Let me see what changes have been made to my weapons and equipment under this body."

He tried to summon the machine gun, but he didn't have any weapons on him. He randomly selected a location and tried to attack it with the machine gun, but nothing happened.

"Buzz!"

But a second later, Han Zu heard the roar of the plane engine. He turned around and looked at the source of the sound. He found that several fighter planes were whizzing in the sky and diving towards the position he had chosen. The machine guns on the planes suddenly opened fire, plowing the position he had chosen with a rain of bullets. Then the fighter planes quickly raised their noses, climbed into the clouds, and disappeared.

"It's much more powerful than before, probably because of the physical characteristics of this body. Not bad. I'll take a look at the others."

Trying to use the environmental purifier, Han Zu selected a location. Again, without any weapons on him, after a short delay, Han Zu heard the roar of the plane engine again. This time the source of the sound sounded much farther away. Han Zu looked up and saw a large bomber dropping a large number of bombs on the location he selected.

After the bomb came into contact with the ground at the selected location, it quickly produced a violent explosion and turned the place into a dark sea of ​​fire. The blazing sea of ​​fire exuded a dangerous atmosphere.

"Napalm?! Beautiful!! And the power and range have been increased a lot!"

He tried to summon a swarm of bees, but it didn't appear. The roar of an airplane engine was heard again in the sky, and a transport plane appeared in Han Zu's field of vision. The door of the transport plane opened, and a large number of cruise drones flew out, quickly scattered, and dived into the clouds. Looking at the destroyed environment around him, Han Zu took back the swarm of bees.

“The viewing angle is much wider, and because the drones are in the clouds, they are basically difficult to attack.”

If Mr. Tiger's body was suitable for stealth and the Tyrant's body was suitable for single-body frontal combat, then this third body was undoubtedly suitable for large-scale support operations. Han Zu's combat ideas were improved a lot again.

After stretching his body and adjusting the position of his cap by holding the brim, Han Zu left the "ruins" he had destroyed, found a place that had not been damaged, and observed the surrounding environment.

This place is far away from the place destroyed by Han Zu before, about ten kilometers away. It is a station built in a valley, with only some concrete exterior walls separating the platform inside and the valley outside. Judging from the walls covered with parasitic plants, no one has been here for a long time.

The metal gate of the station fell to the ground, severely corroded, with some dry leaves piled on it. Han Zu's long military boots made a pleasant crisp sound when he stepped on it.

Walking into the station, Han Zu saw that the platform was empty and unobstructed. He looked around the platform and saw a small concrete house not far away with a sign on it that read "Ticket Office".

Walking to the ticket office, Han Zu saw the conductor inside through the missing glass window. The conductor was wearing a neat railway uniform, but he was also wearing a conductor's hat. He had his head lowered, so his face could not be seen clearly.

"Um... a woman?"

The conductor's body shook, then she moved and uttered a very ordinary female voice.

"Where do I buy my ticket?"

The conductor still had his head down, so his face couldn't be seen clearly.

"Um... where can we go? What are the ticket prices?"

The conductor was tapping something, and Han Zu was curious, so he leaned over to take a look and saw a very old-fashioned manual ticket machine, the kind that required manual cutting of tickets and did not require passenger information, a manual ticket machine from the early 20th century.

The other end of the ticket machine was connected to a button typewriter without an ink cartridge. It should be used to print tickets, but Han Zu couldn't figure out how a typewriter without an ink cartridge could be used.

"One silver coin for Kaisei-cho, four silver coins for Hinoki-cho, seventeen silver coins for Chidori-cho, one hundred silver coins or half a gold coin for Chiaki-jima, four gold coins for Hoshimi-jinja Shrine, there are currently no tickets for Kawau-kento, but the full-trip ticket is free."

"I'll take a full ticket."

Han Zu, who was penniless, chose a free full-trip ticket. The conductor quickly gave him a ticket with no words on it, only a vague stamp.

"Wait a minute, town? Shrine? Is this Fuso?"

"Yes."

Han Zu frowned. In the real world, the country of Fuso was hit by a special cobalt bomb thrown into Mount Fuji by the Dragon Country 20 years ago. The explosion triggered a volcanic eruption, causing a chain of natural disasters that affected the entire Fuso. The super-strong radiation produced by the detonation of the cobalt bomb spread rapidly. After just days, the entire territory of Fuso was no longer suitable for any life to survive and turned into a wasteland.

At that time, the Dragon Kingdom already possessed a super-powerful strategic weapon that could completely destroy the human race and drag all humans down with it. Therefore, the international impact of Fuso's demise was less than the sound of a fart.