A Race to (Be) The Top

Friendly reminder: In the next game, you only have one hour of life, please cherish every minute.

Ling Xiaolu: "An hour?"

>>Randomly assigning place of birth...

The bodies of the two gradually became transparent, Ji Meng looked down and hurriedly confessed: "Live well, I will go find you!"

Ling Xiaolu:? ?

When the eyes go out and then light up, it is already a different world.The surrounding atmosphere is not so comfortable, the tone is depressing and the music is muffled.

An "adult" appeared in his field of vision in a blood-stained and shabby combat uniform, with a submachine gun behind his head in one hand and a bag wrapped in dirty cloth in the other, as if he had just picked up waste from outside return.

"That..." Ling Xiaolu opened his mouth tentatively.

The adult was taken aback, turned his head, and realized the existence of Ling Xiaolu.

"I thought no children would be born in this shelter."

"child?"

The adult came over, looked at Ling Xiaolu from head to toe, and stretched out a hand from a high place: "Hi, Luby."

Ling Xiaolu looked at the big hand in front of him, hesitantly raised his own hand, and only halfway through it, he realized something was wrong.

"How did my hand become a child's hand?" He stared at his immature little hand in surprise, touched his face in disbelief, and finally looked down, "I have become smaller!"

The adult put his hand away: "Is this your first time playing this game?"

Ling Xiaolu replied desperately: "Yes." With this name, who can be fooled twice?

"Don't be nervous, you were born as a child, but you will grow up in no time."

Ling Xiaolu looked at him uncertainly: "Are you... a player?"

"Of course, like you, you will soon be like me."

He picked up Ling Xiaolu lightly, only then did Ling Xiaolu realize that the place he was just now was a dilapidated and mottled trash can.

... What kind of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds is this? This is simply picking up children from the trash can! !

"What should I call you?" Ling Xiaolu hadn't been hugged like this in more than ten years, and he was a little embarrassed.

"Theoretically, call Dad."

Ling Xiaolu:? ? ?

"Haha, but if you're embarrassed, you can call me uncle."

"Uncle!" Ling Xiaolu said without hesitation.

The uncle opened a strong security door, carried Ling Xiaolu inside, and put him on the ground.

"Uncle will give you a brief introduction to the background of this game."

"Good uncle!"

"Human beings are infected by the zombie virus, and the outside is full of zombies. We are the surviving humans, and this is the refuge."

Ling Xiaolu waited for a long time: "It's over?"

"Ok!"

"There are too few surviving humans!"

"No, no, there are many shelters like this one, and only you and me are left in this shelter."

"What about the others?"

"Just before you came, this place was attacked by zombies, and everyone died except me."

"..." Cruel world!

The uncle patted him on the head: "Don't worry, although our shelter is short of resources, uncle must find a way to raise you."

"Thank you uncle!"

The uncle gave him the emergency canned food he picked up today: "Eat more, you will grow faster."

The cans look dirty, and the expiration date is unknown. If Ling Xiaolu didn't know that it was a game prop, he wouldn't dare to eat it lightly.

"Uncle, can you tell me more about how to play this game?" He asked while eating.

"It's actually very simple. It's to ensure that you don't die, don't starve to death, don't freeze to death, and don't get bitten to death by zombies."

“So easy?”

"It's not easy to do this. If you stay in the shelter all the time, you will starve to death. If you go out to find food, you may be eaten. In shelters with a large number of people, there is usually a division of labor and cooperation. Some people leave processed food. Equipped people go out to open up wasteland, killing monsters and picking up garbage."

"Oh," Ling Xiaolu nodded half-understanding, "Uncle, why don't you eat?"

The uncle was happy: "Let's order food like this. Uncle has eaten. What do you eat?"

Ling Xiaolu stopped embarrassingly: "Doesn't that mean I took uncle's ration?"

"You can eat with confidence, adults are more tolerant of hunger, uncle is not so easy to starve to death."

"Huh?" Ling Xiaolu looked at his hands, "I seem to have grown up a bit."

"The newcomer was six years old when he first arrived, and then grew one year every minute. At the age of 14, he can help with work and go out."

"Quite fast!"

"Of course, if you live up to 66 years old, you will die. After all, it is the era of zombies. The conditions are difficult, and the life expectancy is not that long."

"How old is uncle now?"

"44, if there is no accident, uncle can bring you up."

He stood up: "Come on, uncle will teach you a simple workflow first, so that you can get started directly later. We have fewer people, so we have to work harder."

"No problem uncle!"

……

Ji Meng was born in a prosperous sanctuary, the first adult who found him was stunned for a moment, then ran into the room at the speed of light and shouted: "Prince Ji was born to us!"

"what? What?"

"real or fake?"

All the residents in the shelter ran out to watch:

"Really! My husband was so good when he was young!"

"Oh my god, the six-year-old prince is so cute!"

"Let me take a picture, please let me take a picture too!"

The six-year-old little Ji Meng frowned like an adult, struggling to find the person he was looking for among the tall crowd.

"Where's Bucky? Is Bucky here?" He asked crisply.

"Rerby? Which one is the Ruby?"

"Crown princess? I didn't see him coming."

"Have you been born in another shelter?"

When Ji Meng got the answer, he resolutely refused to speak again, neither talking nor eating.

A group of adults anxiously surrounded him with food in their hands: "Prince, take a bite, or you will starve to death if you don't."

"I beg you to eat, no matter how hard you are, you can't go on a hunger strike!"

"Husband, do you have the heart to watch me be a widow?"

After 3 minutes, Ji Meng died. Cause of death: hunger.

Reincarnated to another shelter, "Did Deerby come here?"

"Rubby? Didn't see it."

"Newcomers are born randomly. There are so many shelters here, it's hard to meet them together."

"...Hey prince, why don't you eat? Is the food here not delicious? Then you can't starve yourself to death."

Ji Meng died.

Ling Xiaolu, gobbled it up.

This is the last bit of food in the shelter. Fortunately, Ling Xiaolu is 14 years old and can help with some simple housework.

He has a strong memory. The uncle demonstrated the process once, and he did it right. He purified water, made bread, sewed clothes, cut bandages, and kept the shelter in order.

The uncle returned with new injuries and trophies, and he couldn't help but applaud his excellent learning ability.

"I didn't expect you to be able to do the work of several people by yourself. With you here, our shelter will not have to worry about making a comeback!"

"Uncle risked his life to go out to fight, what did I do?"

Speaking of this, the other party laughed loudly: "I gained a lot today. I got a piece of defense equipment that can be immune to zombie bites for a short time. After I die, I will leave these to you."

Ling Xiaolu was not happy: "It's just the two of us who depend on each other for life, what's the fun of me being alone after you die?"

"It's not a question of whether I want to die or not. You are 14 years old and I am 52. The last life is less than a quarter of an hour. When the time comes, no matter whether I want to part with it or not, I will be reincarnated automatically."

Ling Xiaolu showed sadness: "Since you are going to die anyway, why do you have to work hard to live now?"

"Because of you," the uncle said with piercing eyes, "I can meet you only when I live, and you can meet your descendants only when you live. If we pass it down from generation to generation, human beings will continue to live. Although the end is death, every day The personal effort to stay alive is what matters most in this world, and we are the spark of humanity."

"But, but I still miss you."

The uncle smiled and said, "Think about it better, what if I reincarnate into a shelter with better development?"

Thinking about it, Ling Xiaolu is right, there can be no more difficult conditions than here.

"Well then," he said regretfully, "Although I don't want you to go, I still hope that you will be born into a wealthy family in your next life."

There was a strange noise outside, the uncle listened carefully, his expression changed dramatically.

"What happened?" Ling Xiaolu was inexperienced, but it was inferred from his reaction that something was wrong.

"Hush—" the uncle reminded him, "It seems that there are zombies coming."

"Zombies?!" Although Ling Xiaolu knew that this was a zombie game, he had never formally faced the zombies face to face.

The uncle looked out through the gap of the closed window, feeling a chill in his heart.

"Rubby! . . . what are you doing?"

Ling Xiaolu put the submachine gun on his head with difficulty: "Strange, why can't I carry this on my back?"

The uncle snatched it away: "You are not yet an adult, you can't use a weapon."

"Without weapons, how can I fight zombies? Do I have to sit here and wait to die?"

It took only a few seconds for the uncle to make a decision in his heart. Ling Xiaolu watched him throw down his equipment one by one, leaving only a vest with two rows of explosives cross-tied on it.He was muscular, like a death squad member going on a demolition mission.

"Uncle, what are you doing!"

The other party pressed his shoulders and motioned him to calm down: "My child, after all, I brought you up. Can I call you a child?"

Ling Xiaolu nodded anxiously.

"Son, listen to me, there are a lot of zombies coming out, and the two of us together are not rivals. The only way is for me to lure them away, and then find a way to die together. You will become an adult soon, after I leave , you put on my equipment and go to find other human shelters nearby. It’s not here anymore, it’s hard for you to persevere alone.”

"No!" Ling Xiaolu resolutely objected, "I can't let Uncle die alone!"

"If I stay, both of us will die! I don't have much time left, but it's you who finally grew up. It would be a pity to die like this!"

"But uncle is my only relative in this game."

The other party bent down and looked at Ling Xiaolu.

"Listen well, emotion is the biggest burden of human beings, the law of the end of the world, only survival is the first. In the refuge where resources are scarce, human beings can kill each other, and they can throw their newborn children outside to fend for themselves Mie, if when I meet you, if I am not absolutely sure that the two of us can live at the same time, I will give up on you without hesitation, you know?"

Ling Xiaolu gritted his teeth and nodded. The other party showed him the warmth of human beings, and now also taught him the cruelty of the last days.

"Remember what I said, bring all valuable things, give up here, and find other survivors. Don't forget, we are the kindling of human beings. Only when the kindling exists, can human beings last forever."

Ling Xiaolu stared at him reluctantly, he was a mature man when we met, now his eyes are wrinkled, his temples are gray, his face is vicissitudes, in a short time, Ling Xiaolu seems to have followed him for half his life.

But the uncle's expression was as bright as ever, and he paused at the security gate: "Rubby, it's a pleasure to meet you, and I hope we will have a chance to meet again after reincarnation."

The howling of the zombies followed him away, and a moment later there was a deafening explosion outside the house.

Ling Xiaolu's only relative in this last world is gone.

With this loud noise, Ling Xiaolu became an adult.

He recovered his original appearance, resisted the pain, put on the armor left by the opponent one by one, and was ready to go.

There was a sound outside the door, and Ling Xiaolu opened the security door in surprise: "Uncle, are you still alive?"

The child outside frowned uncomfortably: "Who is uncle?"

"..." Ling Xiaolu's eyes widened in disbelief, "Friend? Why are you here!"

Six-year-old Ji Meng was not very angry: "Do you know how hard I have worked and how many times I have died to be reincarnated here? Why was it so noisy outside just now!"

Ling Xiaolu thought that there might be zombies outside, so he quickly let little Ji Meng in sideways and closed the door tightly.

Even if Ji Meng turned six years old, he would still be a bad-faced child.

"I'm starving, is there anything to eat?" He scanned the shelter in displeasure, "Where are the others?"

"Everyone here is dead, only me is left, and now there is another you."

Ji Meng looked at him unreasonably: "Then what are you doing here alone, why don't you..."

He suddenly stopped, remembering the words he said before the game started - live well, I will find you.

Unexpectedly, Ling Xiaolu persisted for so long for him alone.Ji Meng's attitude softened instantly, and he was a little embarrassed and his eyes flickered.

"Is it because...waiting for me?"

"Because I promised Uncle, I will be the kindling of human beings!" Ling Xiaolu said seriously.

"..." Ji Meng wanted to pour a pot of cold water to extinguish the fire, "I'm hungry!"

Ling Xiaolu hurriedly brought bread for him to eat: "The family is relatively poor, and this is all they have."

He was embarrassed to say that he had eaten all the canned food.

Ji Meng took a bite: "Hard, unpalatable."

"I made it."

"Really?" Ji Meng gnawed it all expressionlessly, "Barely enough to eat."

Ling Xiaolu didn't mind his pickiness, he squatted on the ground, resting his chin on his hands, staring at the kid opposite with staring eyes.

Ji Meng felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him: "What's there to see? Don't you need to work?"

Ling Xiaolu smiled: "I didn't expect to see the six-year-old little prince, so cute."

The six-year-old little prince put on a straight face: "How cute is it? Not cute at all!"

The pretentiously fierce expression made him look even cuter, and Ling Xiaolu couldn't help pinching him.

"What are you doing! Don't pinch my face! Let go!"

Ling Xiaolu reluctantly let go of his hand: "Speaking of which, you should call me Dad."

Ji Meng's face darkened: "Dream!"

"Oh no, you are the prince, you should call me emperor father!" Ling Xiaolu smiled, "Unexpectedly, one day I can also be emperor, I want to ascend the throne!"

Ji Meng's face turned darker: "You are going to die."

"Obviously he looks so cute, so don't be cute when you talk." Ling Xiaolu pinched his face again and rubbed it back and forth.

Ji Meng was pinched by him so that his words leaked out: "You give me the squirrel (hand). You give me Shi (death)."

Ling Xiaolu took the opportunity to take a picture of Ji Meng's childhood, and patted his chest to assure him: "Don't worry, my son, although our treasury is empty, but the emperor will raise you up and become an adult no matter what you say."

He boldly gestured at the impoverished shelter: "Did you see it? These are the lands and mountains that will be left to you in the future!"

The ferocious Ji Meng kicked him from below, without any respect for his father.

"Stop rambling, go to work!"

Ling Xiaolu shrank his head and ran to make bread to make a living in aggrieved manner.

Woohoo, this emperor has no status...

The author has something to say: *The game prototype of "PUBG Mobile" "One Hour Life"