This is the third year that all human beings have moved into underground shelters.

The nuclear war three years ago almost flattened the entire surface of the earth, and less than one-third of the people successfully entered the shelter and survived under the protection of heavy reinforced concrete.

However, the materials stored in the underground shelter were only ten years old, but the number of people pouring into it far exceeded the number limit at the original design. Therefore, according to the calculations of scientists and the intelligent brain of the shelter, all the resources of the underground shelter will be consumed in five years at the latest.

Although every shelter has an ecological circulation system, it is just a drop in the bucket for the huge daily consumption of people in the shelter.

...

Qi Lin looked at the game cabin in front of him, which looked like a coffin, and couldn't help but fall into deep pain.

"It is said that the game cabins of those rich people are not like this. They are so advanced, and they have more than three chances of resurrection." On another game cabin placed side by side, a boy wearing a dirty down jacket was sitting. On his left chest, he could barely see a logo of Bosi Deng. Qi Lin vaguely remembered that this seemed to be a very famous brand before the war.

"The master said that the materials are short, so the slums can only make it this way. Moreover, if you make enough wealth in the game, you can exchange them with the materials in reality."

Qi Lin said while looking at a book similar to the instruction manual issued with the game cabin.

"Hey, do you believe this? The previous promotional video also said that it is not a dream for poor people to live in shelters and rich areas, but in fact? Maybe the rich man will have a gift pack for novices as soon as he enters the game, and what about us-" the down jacket boy said indignantly.

The slums in the shelter are very different from the rich. To be honest, one is probably the dark tunnel similar to the one in the movie tunnel wars, while the other is a luxurious underground villa full of technology, with its own swimming pool, beach and artificial sun.

Qi Lin: "Xiao Lei, do you still remember the vulgar advertisements of a web game before the end of the world?"

Xiao Lei: "Ha?"

Qi Lin slowly tore open a bag of artificial synthetic food, poured the white paste like melted soap into his bowl, and then said: "It's the one who starts with a dog, a knife, and equipment depends on picking up..."

"I'll go? Did you eat too much synthetic food and your brain is assimilated? Also, where did the dog come from?"

Qi Lin pointed to the boy who was still sitting on the "coffin" with the spoon in his hand.

"Look for you to beat me!"

...

Even the fight was playing, before the time specified by the master's mind came, the two of them obediently lay in the "coffin".

"Wasteland Survival Code" is a completely immersive game developed to train excellent humans who can survive on the wasteland. It is said that this game is made completely simulated on the ground environment, in order to allow these people living underground to adapt to life on the ground through the game and prepare for humans to return to the ground in the future.

However, the game designer set an almost cruel rule. After each player enters the game, he only has three free resurrection opportunities. Once the resurrection opportunities are used up and then die, it means that the player is an unqualified "eliminator".

The outcome that the elimination person faces will be completely cut off from the supply of food, water, daily necessities, electricity and even oxygen by the main brain of the shelter.

In other words, complete death in the game is equivalent to death in reality.

If someone refuses to enter the game, he will be exiled by the master's brain. The so-called exile means being thrown directly on the ground and playing the live version of the "Wasteland Survival Code".

In the underground world where the boundaries of the state have been completely blurred, the intelligent master brain that controls all shelters is a symbol of supreme power.

To define a person's degree of honor in the end times is the authority and wealth he has on the Lord's mind.

Social classes exist at any time, even in the end of the world.

...

On April 1, 2041, at 12:00 noon, the "Wasteland Survival Code" was officially opened on this day called "Aprils' Day" before the end of the world.

"The player's biological information has been identified, and the identity has been confirmed. Are you entering the game now?" In the darkness, Qi Lin only heard a cold and synthetic female voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"yes."

The darkness slowly faded, and Qi Lin found himself in a closed rectangular room with only one table in the room, and three boxes made of metal were placed on it.

"Hello, you are the 9527th player who is connected to the game world. Should you re-choose a name for yourself?" The synthetic female voice echoed in the room.

"9527? Such a coincidence?" Qi Lin was a little surprised. As an old movie lover, he clearly understood the particularity of this serial number. Perhaps no one in the wasteland would care about such a series of ordinary numbers, but at least it could be kept as a memory for the life that had gone far away in the past.

"No, just this one."

"Player 9527, as the reward for the top 10,000 players who access the game, will have the right to choose one of the three treasure chests as the starting prop."

"There are such benefits?" Qi Lin was stunned. His main brain limited everyone to enter the game within twenty-four hours after the start of the game. He suddenly felt a little glad that he chose to log in to the game as soon as possible.

Three metal boxes lay quietly on the table. From the outside, there was no difference at all. Qi Lin casually pointed to the one in the middle and said, "I'll choose this."

The other two boxes immediately disappeared out of thin air, and the remaining box slowly opened the lid with a sob of precise gear sound.

"Congratulations, you'll get the prop [Swiss Army Knife]."

Qi Lin took this gadget more than ten centimeters long and inlaid with red and white trademarks from the box. As soon as he focused his attention on it, a line of dense small words appeared in his mind.

"【Swiss Army Knife】, a green quality item, with dozens of functions such as daggers, knifes, scissors, flat-mouth knife, can opener, screwdriver, tweezers, saws, pliers, grinding stones, awls, hooks, ballpoint pens, compass and other functions. It is a must-have product for home travel and killing people and robbing goods."

The Swiss Army Knife that Qi Lin got was obviously the largest among various models, and the most functional one, and it was heavy in his hand.

Swiss army knife cost several hundred yuan before the war, and in underground shelters, even if it is a copycat, the price of such multi-purpose knife was hyped on the black market. Generally, people living in slums cannot afford it.

"The luck is pretty good." Qi Lin didn't know what was in the other two treasure chests, but as of now, the Swiss Army Knife is obviously a good choice.

When living in wasteland, adaptability is the most important thing. The help that Swiss Army Knife with dozens of functions can bring is definitely much greater than that of those with single functions.

"In sixty seconds, you will be teleported to a random and safe place in the game. At that time, your Wasteland Survival Code will be officially opened. I wish you a happy game!"

"sixty……"

“Fifty-nine…”

“Fifty-eight…”

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Chapter completed!