Twenty people were swallowed by a strange solar eclipse into Terraria, the pixel world they had played countless times throughout the night. There is no chance to load the game again, and there is no resurrection point. There is only a copper three-piece suit on each person's waist, twenty storage spaces, and one hundred blood points.
Li Tianyi is calm and rational, able to "see through" all structures; Ma Buque is enthusiastic and reckless, able to "predict" all movement trajectories; Jia Zhengjing is timid and cautious, and can "dialogue" with vegetation. The three of them are familiar with the entire process of the game. They know what mines are underground, what skills the boss has, and what the world will look like after Roshan. But between "knowing" and "surviving the level", there are a hundred real deaths.
The world is sick. The three forces of corruption, scarlet, and sacred bite each other within its body, while the fragments of truth left by ancient humans are buried in dungeons, empty islands, jungles, and the depths of hell. The guide said: Find the truth, and then decide whether to save or destroy.
Twenty people struggled to survive in three bonfires scattered in the forest, snowy mountains, and desert. And deep underground, a cracked six-sided crystal is waiting for the last group of visitors. A window of twenty years, a wait of ten million years. If they fail, the world will be formatted and rebooted, and everyone will be wiped out as "external viruses."
But they held copper pickaxes in their hands, moss lamps hung above their heads, they recited the strategy process, and three copper utensils hung on their waists.
A very poor start. But it can be played.
Why do I feel like someone is watching me?
