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Chapter 148 [Chinese Integrity] The Shocking Blue Star, Alien Experience Card (6.8k Two-in-One)

On the game interface.

It also features the same immersive story mode as World War II: Rise of Empires.

And there's only this one button right now.

As Duan Yu clicked, a list popped up, labeled with various identities, but for a moment he was overwhelmed by the sheer number of choices and didn't know which one to select.

Duan Yu clicked on the [Scholar] option.

Then thirty or forty choices pop up, including [Xiucai], [Juren], [Jinshi], [Bangyan], [Tanhua], [Zhuangyuan], all the way up to [Shanzhai Strategist] and [Rebel Leader].

Duan Yu understood, looking at those identities:

"So, after choosing an identity, you can also choose the detailed category of that identity."

"Then there are more than a thousand identities."

"Just the category of scholars alone has thirty or forty different professions. With just this one category, it would take several years to figure it out!"

Viewers in the live stream were amazed, commenting on the sheer number of identities and professions represented, suggesting that the game was going to be very interesting.

Looking at so many identities, Duan Yu noticed the top right corner.

I clicked it, and a search box popped up.

Duan Yu typed in the word 'beggar' and the option for beggar popped up.

Click in.

Upon discovering that the 'beggar' option was actually a subordinate option for commoners, the options for commoner subordinates were densely packed, even more so than those for scholars.

Next to the 'Beggar' option are options such as 'Refugee', 'Labourer', and even 'Slave'.

Duan Yu clicked his tongue as he looked at the options:

"Brothers, how about we try something else?"

"These options on the side seem quite challenging, don't they?"

"And there were slaves?"

"Is this game really that open?!"

After listening, the viewers in the live stream thought about it and agreed; the other option seemed more challenging.

Upon seeing this, Duan Yu immediately initiated a poll in the live stream.

soon.

The 'refugee' identity was selected. Although many people voted for 'slave', Duan Yu knew that the broadcast was currently live. If there was something wrong with the 'slave' option, it wouldn't be worth banning it.

So, based on the votes from viewers in the live stream...

Duan Yu selected the 'Refugee' option, and then the screen flashed, and the game began.

Meanwhile, Duan Yu was still saying in the live stream:

"It's not a big problem."

"With my survival skills in Leningrad, even in ancient times without guns, I could make traps and hunt, and I definitely wouldn't starve."

Just saying.

The screen lights up.

A wave of intense heat swept over Duan Yu's body, filling the air with heat and a foul, putrid odor.

The sky was cloudless, and the huge sun shone down, so bright that Duan Yu could hardly open his eyes. Looking down at his surroundings, Duan Yu's heart suddenly turned cold.

As far as the eye can see, there is only endless yellow earth and flying sand.

The entire world was devoid of any other color, completely dominated by yellow sand. Cracks in the earth stretched out in all directions, seemingly without end.

Severe drought!

This was the first word that popped into Duan Yu's and the Blue Star viewers' minds.

What chilled Duan Yu even more was...

On this dry, cracked land, there were no plants. A few withered trees stood alone by the roadside not far away, and upon closer inspection...

The bark on those dead trees had been completely stripped off from top to bottom.

more than this.

Several refugees leaning against the dead tree couldn't resist any longer and started gnawing on it.

And this road, whose destination is unknown.

There were countless people, or rather, corpses, lying in twos and threes.

As for those who were able to stand up, they walked forward like zombies, not knowing where they were going.

Duan Yu looked down at himself. His coarse linen clothes could only cover his vital parts, and his shoes seemed to be made of straw and were tattered beyond recognition.

Duan Yu was completely numb.

I can't help but want to slap myself. A beggar is a beggar, why choose the term "vagrant"?

Is there any way out for us?
As far as the eye can see, the land is barren and the tree bark has been completely gnawed away.

hunt?

Where the hell is the prey?

The bark of the tree has been completely eaten away.

How bad must the famine be?
Duan Yu took a deep breath and said to the live stream:

"Um... I might have to take back what I just said."

Was ancient China really that difficult?

"Or is the identity I chose too difficult? I'll follow them for a while and see if I can find something to eat."

As he spoke, Duan Yu lacked confidence.

Looking at the corpses of refugees lying everywhere, and the other refugees walking forward like zombies, if there were food, it would probably be even more tragic than Leningrad.

Fortunately, the identity assigned to him by the system kept him energized for the time being.

However, if he doesn't find food, he'll probably soon end up like those other refugees.

He was starving in Leningrad for so long, so he has a lot to say about it.

It looks like we won't be getting any plot developments anytime soon.

I should have chosen the beggar; beggars live in places where there are people. Choosing the refugee is just pure fleeing.

Duan Yu felt a pang of regret, but there was nothing he could do.

They could only follow the refugees ahead and head north.

On the Polaris side.

Zhao Ming watched Duan Yu's live stream and zoomed out from the backstage. At this moment, half of China was covered in a yellowish-brown color. He wondered if Duan Yu's side could hold out until they reached the capital.

Exit from the background data.

Zhao Ming glanced at the other live streams, where people were starting their games based on their chosen identities.

Some chose to become generals, some chose to become members of a foreign tribe, and some chose to become coachmen.

Shen Qinghan was also in his office watching the various live streams. After a while, he said:

"Isn't this a bit slow?"

"I've seen many live streams where the storyline wasn't triggered."

"That's not attractive enough."

Just as Shen Qinghan said, those who choose to be generals are commanding troops and preparing for a great battle, while those who choose to be refugees are wandering aimlessly. How can this attract people?

Zhao Ming smiled and said:

"Not urgent."

"The main purpose is to let them get familiar with the gameplay, and once they are familiar with it, there will be an option to skip the story."

"These streamers randomly select different dynasties and different instances."

"These were all carefully selected by the Photon supercomputer, and not all of the storylines are slow-paced."

"The story will begin immediately in Fang Ming and Yu Feng's live stream room."

"It will definitely bring a shock that Earth has never felt before."

Shen Qinghan was somewhat surprised:
"So confident?"

Shen Qinghan searched and opened Yu Feng's live stream.

Zhao Ming smiled but didn't say anything.

Just like a planet lacking war, a planet lacking history, if it were to leave behind the ancient history of China, the integrity and character of those ancient figures who have gone down in history would definitely bring a different kind of shock.

at this time.

In Yu Feng’s live broadcast room.

He and Fang Ming started the game as a team. He chose the role of a guard, while Fang Ming, encouraged by the viewers in the live stream, chose the role of a stable boy. They then separated after the game started.

They can only communicate within rooms on the Tiansha live streaming platform.

Fang Ming was still feeding the horses, while Yu Feng, with a serious expression, rested his hand on the sword at his waist and looked around.

He was guarding a house.

The other three corners were also guarded.

There were faint sounds of fighting coming from all directions, creating a somewhat chaotic atmosphere.

Yu Feng tried his best to appear serious.

After all, there were no firearms in ancient times, so if a real fight broke out, his melee combat skills would only be passable.

Just thinking about it.

Suddenly, a loud shout came from the room behind him:
"You dare!"

"Change it!!!"

An enraged man's voice came from inside the house, startling Yu Feng. The viewers in the live stream were also startled, and then they jokingly urged Yu Feng to peek.

Yu Feng wasn't afraid of death either; it was just a game, after all.

It seems like the plot has been triggered.

Seeing that the guards on the other two corners were not paying attention, he secretly approached the window and peered through the crack to see what was happening inside.

Through Yu Feng's perspective, viewers in the live stream room can also see this.

inside the house.

A man dressed in black robes, his face grim, held a bronze sword to the kneeling white-bearded elder, and said in a harsh voice:
"Write! Die of disease!"

An elderly man with white hair sat upright on the mat, reached out and picked up the broken bamboo slip, placing it aside.

Then, under the man's cold gaze, the white-haired old man picked up an unwritten bamboo slip, wrote a few words, and put it down.

The cold-blooded man snorted, then bent down to pick it up and read:

"On the day of Yihai in the fifth month of summer, Cui Zhu murdered his lord."

Upon reading it, he flew into a rage, snapped the bamboo slips in half, and threw them to the ground.

"Didn't you hear me tell you to change?!"

The sword's edge drew near the old man's neck, leaving a deep gash.

The white-haired old man glanced at Cui Zhu, his expression unchanged, his voice firm:
"Historians record events truthfully, without altering a single word."

Bang!
Cui Zhu kicked the white-haired old man to the ground, roaring furiously:
"Write! Die of disease!"

The white-haired old man glanced at Cui Zhu, then turned his head away. Cui Zhu's chest heaved, and he was furious.
"I'll make you write it!!!"

Phew——

The sword in his hand pierced the white-haired old man's chest, again and again, until the old man fell into a pool of blood, the blood staining the scattered bamboo slips around him.

"Let's see who dares to write this again!!!"

Cui Zhu was panting heavily, his voice frantic.

At this time.

A middle-aged man's voice suddenly came from the doorway:

"I!"

The guards on the other side tried to stop them, but Cui Zhu inside the room raised his hand to stop them and looked at the newcomer, asking coldly:
"who are you?"

The middle-aged man showed no fear:

"Third brother, Uncle Taishi."

Cui Zhu's eyes twitched.

Seeing Taishi Shu walking slowly towards him, he knelt down beside the old man lying in a pool of blood, then picked up a pen and wrote something on a bamboo slip.

Cui Zhu walked over, his face ashen, and with a swift stroke of his sword, he severed the bamboo slip from Taishi Shu's hand.

"Your brother is out of touch with reality? Are you looking for death too?!"

Taishi Shu raised his head and glanced at Cui Zhu, then slowly took out another bamboo slip, picked up his brush and began to write.

Until it's finished writing.

Pick up the jade seal left by the white-haired old man beside him and press it onto the bamboo slip:

"The duty of historians is to record facts and distinguish right from wrong. It is known throughout the land that Prime Minister Cui murdered the emperor."

Done.

He placed the bamboo slips on the table, closed his eyes, and awaited death.

Enraged by this, Cui Zhu raised his sword and swung it. With a flash of light, blood splattered from Taishi Shu's neck onto the bamboo slips, and he slowly fell to the ground.

Blood splattered all over Cui Zhu, his blood-covered face contorted into a grotesque, demonic shape.
"I'd like to see whether your pens are more powerful, or my sword is!"

at this time.

Yu Feng and the netizens on Blue Star, who were hiding in a corner outside and witnessed all of this, were completely dumbfounded.

No?

Why is that?

Why not just write it as he says?
Just a few words, and two lives were lost. Is this insane?

Did these ancient Chinese people not know how to adapt?

The integrity of the ancient Chinese people was presented directly on Earth for the first time, impacting every Earth resident watching the video.

The history of the rebuilt planet is limited, and they do not know what integrity is, nor do they know why the Taishi brothers did this, but they are inexplicably shocked.

What are they persisting in?
Could a few words really be more important than life itself?
Netizens on Earth were somewhat bewildered.

however.

The live stream wasn't over yet.

Inside the room, Cui Zhu's eyes were bloodshot and he was in a frenzy. Before he could finish venting his anger, a figure appeared at the doorway. Cui Zhu looked up abruptly:

"who?!"

A refined-looking middle-aged man in a long robe walked over.

"Second brother, Taishi Zhong."

Cui Zhu slowly stepped forward, his cold gaze fixed on Taishi Zhong:
"You want to write history?" Taishi Zhong asked.

"good."

Upon hearing this, Cui Zhu's eyes shone brightly:
"Rewritten?"

Taishi Zhong nodded:

"nature."

Seeing this, Cui Zhu's expression softened, and he stepped aside.

Taishi Zhong stepped forward and walked to the table.

Looking at the corpses of his two brothers, a look of pain flashed in his eyes. Then, with a resolute expression, he picked up a blank bamboo slip and a brush, slowly wrote a few words, and read them aloud as he looked at the bamboo slip:

"On the day of Yihai in the fifth month of summer, Cui Zhu murdered his lord."

After saying this, he casually tossed the bamboo slip in his hand toward Cui Zhu, then closed his eyes without fear and awaited his death.

Cui Zhu, who was hit by bamboo slips, became so enraged that he lost his mind:

"Your entire Taishi family has gone mad!"

"You're all crazy! I'm crazy too—!!!"

The sword in his hand pierced Taishi Zhong's body repeatedly, and the splattering blood stained Cui Zhu's entire body, soaking his clothes in blood.

thump!
Taishi Zhong's body lay on the ground.

Three people died one after another, all for the sake of not changing a single word.

Blue Star's live stream room has fallen silent.

Many netizens were utterly shocked, while many historians were even more excited watching this scene. One elderly professor, watching the live stream on his student's phone, was so moved that he trembled.

"That's right!"

"That's it!"

"This is what a nation with a history should be like!"

"This is the kind of perseverance that a nation with a rich cultural heritage should have! This is something that countries with short histories lack!"

"What's the name of this game?!"

"quick!"

"tell me!"

This old professor from Earth seems to have found what Earth has always lacked by observing the charisma displayed by the Taishi brothers in the live broadcast.

Or rather, something that peoples with short histories lack.

Despite the advanced technology of Earth today, its history is very short, so short that it has little concept of home, country, or nation.

Meanwhile, in the live stream room...

The scene continues.

Yu Feng, a top-notch sniper, had been holding his breath for who knows how long, staring at the scene inside the house.

At this moment, Cui Zhu was almost insane, roaring:

"Let's see who dares to write this again!!!"

His frenzied appearance, covered in blood, was quite terrifying.

however.

A fearless voice came from the doorway:

"I!"

Cui Zhu raised his blood-covered, ferocious face and looked up to see a young man walking towards him without fear:

"Fourth brother, Taishi Ji!"

The moment the sound rang out.

Just like Cui Zhu's stunned and incredulous state, Yu Feng and the netizens on Blue Star also felt their brains buzz and almost explode.

They?!
What's the point of all this?!
The people of Earth naturally do not understand the integrity that the Chinese people have upheld throughout history.

Under the shocked gazes of Yu Feng and netizens on Blue Star.

Taishi Ji walked to the table, took out a blank bamboo slip, picked up a brush and wrote, then looked at the bamboo slip and slowly read aloud:

"On the day of Yihai in the fifth month of summer, Cui Zhu murdered his lord."

He put down the bamboo slips filled with writing, his face showing no fear.

Close your eyes and wait to die!
Cui Zhu's chest heaved continuously:

"You! You!"

“Ahhhhhh——!!!”

bass!
The sword gleamed with a cold light.

Yu Feng and the netizens on Blue Star couldn't bear to watch as the sound of a sword striking the table came.

the other side.

Fang Ming chose the driver option due to encouragement from viewers in the live stream.

So after entering the game, I immediately started feeding the horse.

I chatted with the NPC next to me, but didn't learn anything.

All they knew was that their master's surname was Chen and his name was Chen Buzhan.

They're feeding them.

Suddenly, shouts came from outside, and an NPC with the same servant ran in, yelling loudly:

"Not good! Not good!"

"Cui Zhu has rebelled! The king is in danger!!!"

"Cui Zhu has rebelled!!!"

This shout startled Fang Ming and the viewers in the live stream.

Cui Zhu?

Isn't this the plot from Yu Feng's side?
So it really is one piece?

He hadn't triggered any plot events, so he was feeding his horse while watching Yu Feng's live stream. His viewers were also watching Cui Zhu kill the Taishi brothers.

I was equally shocked.

I just didn't expect them to be linked together?

But Cui Zhu has been murdering the emperor for several days now, so why is it taking so long for this news to arrive? Isn't the distance a bit too far?
Hearing the servant's shout, the master of the house came out.

A middle-aged man with a terrified expression rushed out, his hands trembling as he held a bowl and chopsticks. He was none other than Chen Buzhan, the owner of the house.

"what?"

When the servants saw Chen Buzhan come out, they quickly called out:

"Cui Zhu has rebelled, and the king is in danger!"

Bang!

Chen Buzhan was so startled that he dropped the bowl and chopsticks in his hands.
"How could this happen?!"

His legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground, somewhat dazed. People around him tried to help him up, but Chen Buzhan waved his hand absentmindedly. He reached out to pick up the bowls and chopsticks on the ground but dropped them several times.

Seeing that he couldn't pick it up, Chen Buzhan stopped trying and instead called out absentmindedly:

"Quick! Get the car ready! Get the car ready!"

"I must go to the rescue!!"

Fang Ming was watching the commotion, observing how Chen Buzhan had been so frightened by just a piece of news, and discussing it with the viewers in the live stream.

Suddenly, he was nudged by the servant next to him, and Fang Ming then remembered that he was the coachman.

They quickly tidied up the carriages and horses, and drove to the entrance.

When Chen Buzhan saw the carriage arrive, he rushed over in a panic, wanting to get on, but he was so frightened that his hands and feet went weak and he couldn't get on several times.

Fang Ming's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but lend a hand, muttering to himself:

"Why don't you... maybe you shouldn't go?"

He doesn't look like he has any fighting ability. He probably can't even fight as well as him. What kind of person can one person and one horse save?

Besides, they've been dead for several days already, so going there would be pointless.

Fang Ming wasn't the only one who thought this way; the viewers in the live stream also laughed.

[Is this guy trying to prove his loyalty? Hilarious, the person he's professing his loyalty to has been dead for days.]

What do you think his expression will be when he finds out the king is dead?

[That takes some courage, considering no one else went.]

[Just finished watching Yu Feng's live stream. His physique wouldn't even be enough for Cui Zhu to cut him down with one sword strike, would it?]

[Exactly! My legs were so weak, how could I possibly save the day?]

However, regardless of the speculation and ridicule from netizens on Earth, Chen Buzhan, who had boarded the carriage and whose hand was trembling as he gripped his longsword, said firmly with a slight tremor in his voice:

"Fear is my personal concern, but death for my lord is my public duty! A gentleman does not let personal matters interfere with the public good!"

(Fear is my personal feeling, but dying for my lord is my noble duty. A gentleman will not let personal feelings interfere with public justice.)
"Drive quickly! Otherwise it will be too late!"

They clearly didn't know the king was dead; they were probably too late.

Chen Buzhan's words were like a resounding slap in the face to Fang Ming and the Blue Star netizens who had just mocked him in the live broadcast room, and Fang Ming's face turned red.

Compared to Chen Buzhan, I feel like a petty person.

He didn't dare look at Chen Buzhan, and hurriedly asked the servant beside him for directions. Then he drove Chen Buzhan to the capital.

At this moment, the netizens in the live broadcast room also fell silent.

That was a really loud slap in the face.

How could they have the nerve to mock someone for being timid? Some netizens on Earth couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Fang Ming didn't actually drive for very long.

It wasn't too far from the capital, but the reason it took several days to arrive was due to the ancient system of information control, and the city had already been sealed off.

When Fang Ming drove to the capital, a large number of bewildered people had already gathered outside.

Meanwhile, the booming of war drums and shouts of battle could still be heard from inside the city.

Seeing this, Fang Ming could only drive to a less crowded place and turn around to call Chen Buzhan in the car. However, he was startled as soon as he turned around.

At this moment, Chen Buzhan behind him was gripping his long sword tightly with both hands, his veins bulging, his fingernails, face, and lips were bluish-purple, and there was blood and foam from his mouth and nose.

"What the hell?! What's going on?"

"How did he die?!"

Fang Ming was startled. Had he been dragging a corpse all the way here?
And how did he die?

That death was so bizarre!
This scene also startled the viewers in the live stream.

However, soon a medical student among the viewers asked Fang Ming to check the position of his pupils and chest.

The answer was quickly provided by the medical student's online friend.

[The face and fingernails were bluish-purple, there was bloody foam from the mouth and nose, and blood was pooled in the chest; this condition likely indicates death from a ruptured heart.]

This typically happens to people with heart conditions when they experience extreme stress or fear.

In other words, this NPC named Chen Buzhan knew that rescuing the king meant certain death, but he still came to the rescue, and ultimately died of fright.

As the comments scrolled by.

The live stream room was completely silent. In less than half an hour, the ancient Chinese storylines in the two live stream rooms brought an unprecedented impact to the hearts of the people of Earth.

There isn't even a suitable adjective to describe the behavior of the Taishi brothers and Chen Buzhan.

There is no record of such a thing in the current history of Earth. Why is that?

The events unfolding in Yu Feng and Fang Ming's live stream quickly became a trending topic on the Federation's social media, sparking widespread discussion among netizens on Earth.

Many netizens even went to the Polar Star official website and the Federal Headline account to flood the screen with questions about why Zhao Ming was doing this.
On the Polaris side.

Inside the office.

[Emotional Value +18411]

[Emotional Value +28441]

[Emotional Value +241]

Watching the emotions constantly popping up, Zhao Ming's lips curled up slightly. It seemed to be working well; this storyline alone had already locked in a large number of players.

Even Shen Qinghan in the office was shocked and looked up to ask:

Why are they doing this?

Zhao Ming smiled, opened his Federal Headlines account, edited the post, and then published two words. He looked at Shen Qinghan and said:
"This is the spirit of integrity that the Chinese nation has possessed since ancient times."

"Integrity is beyond words."

"You can experience it gradually in the game later."

Shen Qinghan seemed to be deep in thought, but he was certain that this game would sweep across the entire planet.

The impact of this so-called "integrity" is far more shocking than the cruelty of war; it is the impact brought about by the profound historical heritage of China.

As fermentation progresses.

Many players who weren't interested in history were so impressed after watching the story videos that they rushed over to see what was going on with the game.

What the Blue Star players don't know is...

Zhao Ming's "Chinese History Series" not only features authentic history but also fictionalized and embellished historical events, making the historical narrative even more captivating.

Such as the adapted storylines of the Three Kingdoms period.

Therefore, the shock that follows will definitely far exceed their understanding.

the other side.

On the TianSha live streaming platform.

As other streamers also complete their daily tasks, the storyline is triggered.

Currently, the most popular streamer is Cheng Yu, who experiences being with a different race.

Because Cheng Yu chose to be an alien race and become the commander-in-chief, the plot was triggered immediately after he became familiar with it, and he is now leading his army south.

Cheng Yu chose to immerse himself in the body, so he is now controlling the body of the Commander-in-Chief.

At this moment, Cheng Yu was riding on his steed, which was glossy black and without a single stray hair, standing on the mountaintop looking down at the plains below and watching his army attack the city.

At this time.

A scout galloped in:

"Report——"

The scout rode up close, dismounted, and knelt on the ground:
"Reporting to the Marshal, the Song army has abandoned the city and fled south. There are fewer than a thousand defenders left in the city!"

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