"Buzz...... Buzz ......"

The mobile phone on the table rang softly, and Nakamoto immediately looked at the phone reflexively.

The long-awaited blood-red eye icon lit up again, making his breathing instantly short, and his whole person became excited.

It's been more than a week since the last time he was prompted with a "real apocalyptic game" and asked him to buy virtual reality equipment.

Just this morning, he just snapped up a "other side" virtual reality equipment produced by Hua Guoju Factory at a higher price and installed it in his villa.

Then I immediately got the information that the "real apocalyptic game" Gray Tide Apocalypse was opened.

This made him feel the power of the commander again.

The commander-in-chief seems to be omnipresent and can always know what they are doing.

It also gave him a lot of peace of mind.

It's just that even such a powerful being is still afraid of the whisperer who is ready to drag the entire human civilization into the abyss.

How powerful is that whisperer, and how mysterious is it?

Speaking of which, he was also once a member of the mysterious existence in this world.

When he created Bitcoin, he completely hid his existence, reduced his contact with the network to a minimum, and even completely withdrew from all online social networking for two years.

The whole world is speculating about who Satoshi Nakamoto is, and there are many imposters, and some people even believe those impersonators at one point.

As the real Satoshi Nakamoto, the creator of Bitcoin, he also used to be interesting behind the scenes, looking down on the vast number of beings who are obsessed with blockchain with a god-like gaze, enjoying the pride of belonging to the creator.

Until he was chosen by the commander in chief and became a member of the Salvation Army.

When the "real doomsday game" accurately says his real name and surname, and reveals the identity he thought he was perfectly hidden, Satoshi Nakamoto is angry and angry, and then slowly relieved.

After two apocalyptic missions and seeing the crises in the real world through various information, he began to feel proud of being chosen.

He is an extremely proud person himself, and the purpose of creating Bitcoin is more from the perspective of promoting the development of human society, and now he can do something for the entire human civilization, which is quite a sense of responsibility.

With that in mind, Nakamoto walked briskly over to the virtual reality device, picked up what looked like a motorcycle helmet, put it on his head, and lay down on the couch.

The cranial nerve connection technology used in Juchang's "other side" virtual reality equipment seems to be more advanced, and there is no need for that kind of large virtual cabin.

Turning on the virtual reality device, a soft light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and a round blood-red eye icon appeared in front of him.

Obviously, this device is also controlled by the developer.

Same with his phone.

He looked up, and he could see his own hands as well.

This device is driven by cranial nerve signal perception and stimulation.

Without the slightest hesitation, Nakamoto immediately walked towards the eye icon in the virtual world and stepped inside.

Another white light flickered, and there was a faint sense of vertigo, which seemed to be some bug in the machine itself.

In the next moment, a gray metal building appeared in front of him, what seemed to be a metal factory, and a gray dome overhead.

There are still a lot of people around, but everyone's appearance is a little blurry, obscured by mosaics, and it is difficult to see their faces.

This time, unlike the nuclear war wasteland apocalypse, they are no longer ugly-looking radiation mutant deformants.

A hint pops up in front of you:

"Please select Characterization."

Nakamoto thought about it for a moment and casually chose the appearance of an Asian man.

At this time, the surrounding players also chose their appearances and began to look at their places curiously.

New players are still entering, and the factory-like area is about the size of a football field, enough to accommodate nearly 10,000 people without being crowded.

Around this area, there are many metal corridors leading to other areas, tortuous and deep, and no one has left for a while.

"This is supposed to be the inside of the structure formed after the gray tide swallows it, and judging from the surface finish of the metal, some monomers of the nanorobotic worm have even broken through the limit of 1 nanometer...... Tsk, it's terrible......"

"Yes, judging from the appearance of this place, we may be in the belly of what was once a mountain. The interior of the structure is limestone, and you can still see the impact marks of flowing water - of course, the traces simulated after being swallowed by the nanomechanical cluster. ”

"I wonder what kind of world has become outside when we get out of here? It's hard to imagine what kind of people could survive such a catastrophe......"

"The idea of a cluster of nanomachines going out of control to create a gray tide that swallows the world has been in science fiction for decades, but I never thought it would be so real."

"The commander is really powerful, how powerful is he or she that he or she has mastered to be able to transform the existing virtual reality equipment to such an extent?"

"yes...... The touch, the temperature, and the texture made me think I had traveled to another world...... With the current virtual reality technology and cranial nerve connection technology, it is not possible to reach this level......"

A group of players talked a lot, and when they heard the last sentence, they couldn't help but fall into silence again.

Not human technology...... Could it be technology beyond Earth?

The kind of third-rate sci-fi puzzle solving routine that will inevitably appear aliens at the end?

The crowd then shook their heads slightly, refuting the hypothesis in their own minds.

Aliens don't care so much about the demise of human civilization.

At this moment, a player with the appearance of a blond man with different eyes suddenly asked:

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you have any news of the Purification Society? Although it was a bit abrupt to ask, I couldn't help it......"

They had all been prompted by the game system that the Whisperer was connected to the Purification Society of Kthul.

Although there is only this one sentence, it has set off waves in everyone's hearts.

During this time, the questioner has been secretly investigating the Purification Society of Kthul, but in the end he has not received many useful clues, just a few former peripheral members, or some clues from some former students who have gone crazy.

Nothing else.

It was as if the fire in the Sanssouci Town Purification Society Sanatorium had burned all traces of the Purification Society.

Hearing his question, most of the people present shook their heads, indicating that they had not received any news.

The remaining hundreds of people told the clues they had gotten, all of them in a few words, including a sentence from a brochure and a photo of Sanssouci twenty years ago.

Everyone selflessly shared all this information, and at this time they also discovered the uniqueness of this virtual reality device.

If they wish, they only need to dictate the message, and words and images will appear floating in the air next to them, seemingly able to directly call up their brain wave information.

With their acquiescence, of course.

The entire underground space now seemed to be an information marketplace, with hundreds of messages suspended in the air for all the players present to see.

Everyone around is quickly remembering this information and storing it in the device through the virtual reality device's automatic photo saving technology.

These clues are extremely useful in finding the Purification Society.

After the exchange of information, everyone began to discuss the way out.

At this moment, an exclamation came from a corner, and Nakamoto immediately looked over and saw dozens of players hugging several players walking out.

The first few players look very familiar, and they seem to have seen them on the Internet.

"Mr. Li Tongchen! Mr. Borat! Mr. Aldred! Mr. Crothilda ......"

Someone had already taken the lead in shouting the names of those people, and the surrounding players couldn't help but show a look of realization.

These thirteen people, all of whom are winners of the Lasker Medical Prize, doctors who "invented" potions for the treatment of gardiasis!

They have shown themselves as they really are!

"Mr. Li Tongchen, why are you ......?"

"That's ...... It's dangerous! ”

Several players said worriedly.

Li Tongchen smiled and said:

"The identities of several of us have already been revealed, and we have all experienced the apocalyptic mission of the stone statue, so we naturally understand that we did not research the healing potion by ourselves at all, but relied on the favor of the commander to give us a chance, and all players understand that we are the earliest disciples."

Borat on the side smiled:

"Yes, even if we hide our identities, we are just deceiving ourselves, it is better to simply make it public, and it is convenient for everyone to communicate."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present nodded silently.

They tell the truth.

As long as they are not stupid, players of real apocalyptic games will be able to understand how the healing potion of the stone statue apocalypse came from.

The true identities of these doctors have long been exposed.

And they show their true identities in the game, which is conducive to the Salvation Army players to enhance cohesion and centripetal force.

If they don't know each other's identities at all, long-term suspicion will naturally create estrangement.

As for the danger, it has apparently long been ignored by these doctors.

Maybe one day, under their leadership, all players will show their true colors after trusting each other.

This is an extremely important step.

At this time, everyone bowed to Li Tongchen and others and thanked them for their efforts.

After all, although these thirteen people said it lightly, they obviously went through a lot of twists and turns in the apocalyptic task of the stone statue, and this kind of courage to put life and death aside and dare to be the first in the world is also worthy of their admiration.

Nakamoto also bowed deeply.

At the same time, an old man with an Asian face said:

"Ladies and gentlemen, this time we are still exploring in batches in the form of a corps and a brigade, and now we can assemble according to the original number."

At the end, he added: "I am the commander of the legion." ”

The players' hearts sank, and they immediately remembered the powerful strategic and tactical ability of the Legion Commander in the nuclear bomb wasteland apocalyptic mission, and immediately began to assemble in formation.

At this moment, a dull sound of "knock knock knock" suddenly came from the hollow around this space, as if some huge animal was crawling over.

In the next instant, hundreds of gray humanoid machines poured into the space from the surrounding passages, their eyes releasing blood-red light and emitting cold electronic sounds:

"Discovery, Native Building Materials."

"Discovery, Native Building Materials."

"Discover ......"

Several players, who were obviously industry experts, couldn't help but exclaim:

"It's the defense mechanism of the Grey Tide!"

"Oh my God, this thing really exists!"

"EMP! We need an electromagnetic pulse! ”

"And sonic tremors of special frequencies! Damn, we don't have anything! ”

Before they could finish speaking, these humanoid machines were already rushing towards everyone present like monsters!

Nakamoto was shocked to find that he was now completely unarmed, and there was nothing he could do to face these monsters!

Just as he clenched his fists and was about to fight desperately, he only felt a chill in his chest, and a mechanical arm full of blood had pierced out of his chest!