Star Civilization: I loaded the MOD

Chapter 82 New Player—Lactose

[Kexiicai: Woo woo woo... @古都, dad, save me, there are a group of grandsons scolding your son. 】

Frustrated and unable to sneeze at the other party, Ke Xicai decided to retreat instead of advancing and called for help from Big Daddy.

As for moral integrity?

Everyone in the group has been letting themselves go for so long, who wants anything more?

As long as I am shameless, no one will scold me. If I know a lot of dads based on my ability, I will be able to eat, drink and be happy all my life.

Can anyone else do it?

Ke Xicai’s shameless behavior really set a new limit for the group’s friends’ shamelessness.

[Housekeeper: Damn it, I can’t afford to play with a magician, but I won’t say who it is. 】

[Ma Dongmei: Don’t be embarrassed, what is the level of the magic stick now? A year ago, he recognized the official father, at the beginning of the year, he recognized the degenerate father, after the new year, Shui Qun recognized the group friends as his father, and now he has to recognize the Gudu boss, and he has such a face!

No more!!]

Seeing Ke Xicai moving reinforcements and Gu Du not yet finished, Ma Dongmei stepped up her scolding like a machine gun.

【Mysterious Meow: Indeed.】

[Bizarre: This chat group is also called "A Son and His Twenty Dads".]

Four messages in a row.

News of a certain 'frail' peace pigeon came belatedly.

[Gu Du: Ahem, okay, okay, Ke cuisine is quite difficult. 】

[Ke Xicai: That’s right! If you spray me away, who will be your mole! 】

[Gu Du: No, what I mean is that everyone should go to the little black box to scold him in front of his face and help him decompress Ke Xiicai. 】

【Kecai:???No...I'm not shaking!】

[Shutdown key: [Initiate invitation to small black box chat room]]

The power button on the side has a serious character. If he can't interrupt the banter, he will send out the room invitation that he has prepared long ago.

The appearance of the invitation link instantly cleared the popularity of the chat group.

Ke Xicai, who seemed to still want to argue with reason, had no news. It was obvious that he had entered the little black box chat room.

Wang Hao sighed, stepped into the spacious environment of the living room, and silently opened the second world.

You gave me some big news early in the morning.

Player dies...

Originally, the number of 100 million players was very large. According to the thinking of the previous life, there were not a few players who died naturally every day.

But now we are in the 23rd century, where medical and social welfare are extremely developed, people's safety is very seriously concerned, and most of the players are teenagers, and most of them are no more than middle-aged.

There are almost no elderly players. The dying old man... just happened to follow the [fast-paced] racial trait, leading to his death in the early ten days after the server was launched. It was like a scorpion - the only one.

Coupled with society's silent propaganda, people generally do not take the initiative to recognize the number of natural deaths.

Expect factions to actively publicize how many people die in society every day? Who is so unimaginable that they dare to actively instill these negative views?

To sum up, the direction of discussion among players can easily go astray.

Regardless of whether they were 'suicided' or not, the spirit of the player community is very tense at this stage, and the trust between both parties has been made even more fragile by several authoritarian operations by the Equality faction.

Some players may still want to maintain fragile trust, while others may not even consider trusting the official.

Thinking of this, Wang Hao felt a slight pain in his head.

Mud won't stick to the wall.

Really, I wanted to finish a painting today, but it seems I have to put it off again.

Gazing sideways at the paintings in the study room, what is on the table is his work.

If Tu Lan and the others could see it, they would definitely know that this is the scene of the leaders' tea party at the beginning of every month.

The details are slightly different, the background is changed to a garden style, and the simple lines on the faces of the girls outline smiles, making them happy.

"Hey, isn't this more fun than an official group?"

"Technology is developing, and social conflicts generally don't show up in Blue Star. Everyone has enough food and clothing. If you join the player group, can you get multiple meals a day? You can still see dreamy and beautiful scenes like girls' tea parties."

When he thought of equality and materialism in reality, his good mood disappeared without a trace.

Times have changed, and many people's spiritual pursuits are beyond the reach of the government, which makes it difficult to guide the people's hearts.

Just like him.

No matter in his past or present life, Wang Hao considers himself to be very concerned about self-restraint, more rational than emotional, and also has a slight moral obsession.

"Maslow's hierarchy of needs has the fourth level of 'respect' and the fifth level of 'self-actualization'. If you put the way to satisfy your needs on official fart-like 'bragging' and 'publicity', that would be pure stupidity.

Egg."

"Whether you are happy or not should not be manipulated by outsiders."

Although he is somewhat self-proclaimed, Wang Hao likes to describe himself as simple.

Innocence does not mean ignorance, nor childishness, but the fact that he has experienced the flood of black and white in the world and on the Internet and still remains independent. Although he is innocent at heart, he is not that kind.

He has only one ideal from beginning to end.

That is - joy!

For example... every time I see such a group of friends, I can't help but laugh.

"If you want to seduce players, you can't use female sex. You have to use male sex players of the same sex. It's best to be a shady netizen."

Wang Hao smiled subconsciously.

Entering the login interface, my eyes were blinded, and the scene in front of me soon changed.

The layout scene of the small black box has changed from the last coffee shop to the modern Internet cafe style.

The floor is covered by a thin layer of transparent glass, as are the dark blue walls. It is surrounded by a playback hall layout that can be used to display 3D videos, with a main screen placed at the front of the hall.

"Boss, boss, I'm going to show a movie!"

Ke Xicai, who was standing next to the table, was still wearing a white sacrificial robe.

Looking at his relaxed expression, you can tell that he doesn't take the teasing from his friends at all.

Wang Hao scanned the hall and counted only seven or eight people.

"Do you have information about new players, Ke Xicai."

"That's what I was about to say! Everyone must be familiar with that person. He is the male host of the Stars series!"

Stars series?

Wang Hao is indeed very familiar, or most players are familiar with him.

Since the beginning of the game, the videos in the Stellaris series have focused on sharing information and introducing the concept of the game. The first issue of "Stellar Stellaris: The Story of the Beginning" is his first work. It is certain that the video production team has an official background.

If you think about it, you can understand that only people with official backgrounds have the opportunity to get quotas and be promoted to players.

"If I remember correctly, the male host's network ID is [Lactose]?"

Wang Hao raised his eyebrows slightly and said this slightly obscene name.

"Yes, it's him!"

Ke Xicai snapped his fingers, and the front screen in the hall immediately displayed a mugshot, which was the information he had collected.

It is a host named Lactose. Most of the introduction below says that the confidentiality level is insufficient and cannot be viewed.

"Look! I worked so hard to get the information, but most of it was locked more than ten years ago."

"Finally, I found out after asking my cousin, the director of the Life Medical Foundation, that this second generation is really awesome."

Ke Xicai's mouth showed a hint of disdain to be associated with him.

"How stupid is it?"

Ma Dongmei poked her head cheerfully and asked nonchalantly.

No matter how awesome your status and background are, you don’t just have one heart and one head, everyone is the same.

Compared with ordinary people, the second generation only has one more benefit in exchange that is locked by blood.

Nowadays, only consortiums still play this trick.

"No, I'm not talking about the background, but what he did is outrageous! Of course, there is also a background, otherwise he wouldn't be alive today."

"How awesome is that?"

Hearing Ke Xicai's obviously disdainful but still praising tone, others were also curious.

Their knowledge of him is limited to the fact that this person has an official background and is a host motivated by interest.

(End of chapter)