Ushering In The Internet Era In The Magical World

"Uh, what's the matter?"

Belloc looked at the several sheriffs outside the door in a daze, and his heart immediately hung up.

"Belloc? Citizen number ends in 7854?"

A rather chubby middle-aged man asked, saying that he turned on the Internet and scanned and verified Belloc's identity.

"Yes, yes." Belloc nodded nervously.

Although he immigrated to Kavier for less than three months, he also knew that Sheriff Kwihr must not be underestimated.

They may look like ordinary people in uniform, but if they disobey orders, they can call in terrible reinforcements at any time.

From the magic puppets that reach quickly and directly within five minutes, to the magic warriors equipped with the Hammer of Dawn, and even the high-level magicians who can't see the dragon... Only you can't think of it, there is no combat power that they can't mobilize.

It is rumored that triggering the highest level of alarm will even attract the attention of the gods.

All in all, in one sentence, no matter who is in Keweier, he has to obey the rules honestly.

If the magistrate violates the law, don’t panic, the Internet provides you with a variety of complaint channels, absolutely guaranteeing everyone’s legitimate rights and interests.

"Wow, you are the first runner-up of the Zerg Contest, Belloc the wretched hound?" the chunky sheriff confirmed with disbelief upon hearing this.

"Yes."

Belloc nodded with a stiff expression, and a look of pain flashed in his eyes.

This achievement once brought him endless glory and wealth, but this glory and wealth also brought him endless disaster.

The life of getting rich made him quickly fall into the world of luxury and wealth. When he suddenly recovered, the huge wealth had already been squandered.

If he hadn't remembered his runner-up status, he could have immigrated to Keweier through the special talent introduction plan.

At this time, he might have become a street bum.

Even so, after immigrating, his life was not easy. After experiencing sudden wealth, it was difficult for him to return to part-time work, so he could only rely on doing live broadcasts,

Consuming the gradually outdated runner-up title, barely making ends meet.

"Mr. Belloc, don't be nervous. You haven't violated any of Kevel's laws. We are here this time to seek cooperation."

A thin man walked past the chunky sheriff and said in a deep voice.

"Cooperation?" Belloc was stunned.

"Don't invite us in?" The thin man pointed to the tenement-like low-rent house behind Belloc.

"Okay, please come in, please come in."

Belloc moved away in a hurry.

Ten minutes later, the emaciated man left surrounded by a group of sheriffs, leaving Belloc with a dazed face and neighbors in the corridor pointing and vigilant.

Belloc didn't care about the eyes of the neighbors, closed the door with a bang, couldn't help rubbing his face, and felt dizzy for a while.

This group of people signed a very strict confidentiality contract with him.

The contract stipulates that after five days, Party B of the contract will forcibly summon his consciousness to participate in a large-scale game simulation. No matter what the result is, he will get 2 million Internet coins.

If he dominates the game and wins, the prize money is doubled.

Although he once owned a wealth of 24 million, that was the past tense after all. Even because he once owned wealth, the 2 million was even more attractive to him than the previous 24 million.

After an unknown amount of time, Belloc came back to his senses slowly. He took a deep breath and clenched his fists suddenly.

For a higher bonus, he fought!

...

Five days later, Bellok, who had finished recharging his batteries, checked the doors and windows, and sat in the recliner ahead of time according to the agreed time, closing his eyes.

At a certain moment, he only felt that his soul seemed to be withdrawn from his body. When he opened his eyes, the scene in front of him made his scalp tingle.

He appeared in a void.

Under the feet is a piece of land that looks like ice, and the land extends into endless nothingness and chaos.

Scenes of light and shadow emerged around him.

[Commander 563, you have ten hours to familiarize yourself with the command system. After ten hours, you will receive a war order. Please be prepared. 】

It was as if a voice came from the depths of his heart, causing Belloc to tremble all over.

"A brand new game? Or a rumored review?"

"No, no, aren't these Zerg units? Also, aren't these maps too realistic?"

"I'm going, there are rumors on the Internet that the god of the Internet will use the hands of players to direct real battles by confusing the truth, can't it be true?"

Belloc looked at the maps and units floating around him, and his face changed again and again.

But in the end, he gritted his teeth and fumbled for this command system. At the same time, he was familiar with the arms and the map, and simulated it in his heart.

He didn't know that there were many "commanders" in his situation.

In the ten hours that he was familiar with the system, there was a large virtual command center, which had already erupted into an uproar.

The atmosphere at the scene was so boiling that those who didn't know it thought it was a war.

Of course, they were talking about war.

This is a virtual command center that is not in any real dimension. There are floating virtual screens everywhere in the room, and countless strategic goals of the multiverse are displayed on the screen.

The elite consciousness from all major, middle and high levels of the Internet god system gathered here to have heated discussions and formulate strategic plans.

"My lord said that war is about productivity, and it is meaningless to seize cities. They can't provide us with soldiers, let alone provide productivity. Instead, they will share our defense forces. Therefore, our first strategic goal should be to destroy the other side. Factory, let them have no guns and no bullets to fight!"

"The gods are not fools. Most of their factories are under the protection of churches and magic towers. It is simply unrealistic to completely destroy them."

"Industrial production is a system. We don't need to destroy all their factories. We only need to destroy their core factories to paralyze their entire production chain."

"We can think of this, and the enemy must also think of it. Quickly, fully coordinate our production materials and carry out key protection."

"..."

In the command center, the elites from all walks of life of the Internet god system, each doing their own work, racked their brains and participated in it with all their strength.

Crazy formulation of various information tactics from the mysterious public opinion observation group;

Engineers from the industrial sector are staring at their own important factories while staring at enemy factories;

The Zerg cerebrums revolved around the resource output map of the multiverse, discussing where to develop and where it is easier to explode;

The high-level magicians were troubled by their own defense, fighting and robbing each other for the actually very abundant magic power quota and the command of the magic airship.

The major presidents of the fourth natural disaster, with bloodshot eyes, made various death squad plans and self-destruct plans.

Give full play to the advantages of your own army!

For a moment, the command center looked like a mob of demons.

But if you observe carefully in practice, you will find that the scene is chaotic and orderly, and the internal competition process is actually the process of selecting the best individuals and solutions.

Therefore, a series of combat plans flowed out quickly, waiting for the decision-maker's choice.

Although Bingtui participants all know that this is virtual and fake.

But everyone is going all out, because no one can be sure whether this military push is preparing for war.

Most importantly, this is the closest they will get to God.

The great Internet God is watching them, and this is a god-sent opportunity for them to jump into the dragon's gate and soar to 90,000 miles.

...

...

"What is the predicted winning rate now?"

In the interconnected high-level conference room of the core building, Yu Shengan sat on the main seat and looked at Phoebus, the god of prophecy.

At this time, above the conference table, a bubble was suddenly suspended, and the virtual command center appeared in the bubble.

"Five, fifty percent!"

Phoebus turned pale, as if he had been mortally struck.

It turned out that with the outflow of various combat plans, the prophecy authority supplemented by information gave higher and higher winning rates.

This directly stimulated Phoebus.

He has always felt that the power of prophecy is very powerful, and the inaccurate prophecy is due to insufficient source quality, but the facts have impacted his three views.

"There is a saying in my hometown that a wise man will lose a thousand things, and a fool will gain something. Don't underestimate the wisdom of mortals. If you give the war to them, they may do better than us."

Yu Sheng'an smiled, staring at the virtual command center with wonderful eyes.

Phoebus opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"The winning rate is more than 50%. It seems that there is still room for improvement. Your Highness, this battle of unification seems to have to be fought?" Avenola asked in a very formal tone.

Her words made Internet executives nervous.

"Don't jump to conclusions. The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the predictions are prophecies. The final result is to wait for the soldiers to push." ​​Yu Shengan said slowly.

...

As everyone knows, the gods of the multiverse are about to go crazy at the moment when he holds the military push.

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