nucmednet Chapter 10 Civil Engineering Guy Shows Off His Skills
Chapter 10 Civil Engineering Guy Shows Off His Skills
Edge of the boardwalk in the northern part of Rainbow Village.
The sunlight, which should have been bright, was shrouded in shadow by the green poisonous fog.
The air was no longer filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees; instead, it was filled with an extremely pungent, nauseating, sour odor.
Carpenter Pio slumped in the mud, weeping desperately at the slowly writhing green mist.
His son, Pete, had slipped and fallen into that green tide just minutes earlier. In the indigenous people's understanding, it was a poison that devoured people without spitting out the bones, the end of all life.
Lynn rushed over after hearing the news from the villagers, but he stopped abruptly just a few meters from the edge of the green fog.
His physiological response was extremely poor at this moment.
Although it was this green mist that awakened his system and gave him a place to stay in this world.
However, the excruciating pain of the green mist penetrating his body left a significant shadow on Lynn.
Physiological fear.
"GM, this fog... looks pretty sticky."
The sound of someone carrying a bucket and running away came from the side.
This guy, who spends most of his time dealing with blueprints and concrete in real life, is now wearing that brand-new beginner's white T-shirt and swaggering to the very edge of the fog.
That distance, which the indigenous people would consider certain death, he treated as casually as if he were inspecting a construction site.
He ran off with the bucket, looked around, and pulled a mushroom stem with its cap removed from a nearby villager's basket.
To be precise, it wasn't a single handle; it was more like a body part cut into strips.
This most basic monster material in MapleStory is full of extremely tough biological fibers, which is exactly what he needs right now.
He gripped the mushroom stem, swung his arm, and lashed it hard at the seemingly soft green mist in front of him.
A dull, unusual sound rang out.
The mushroom stem, having cut less than half a palm's width into the mist, was violently thrown back by a tremendous reaction force, instantly numbing his tiger's mouth.
"Damn it, it gets stronger when faced with a stronger opponent?"
He ran off carrying the bucket, rubbing his wrist, but his eyes couldn't hide his excitement. "This is a typical characteristic of a non-Newtonian fluid."
The poor kid only survived this long because he was knocked unconscious upon falling, his breathing became weak, and he thus avoided the deadly attack of the poisonous fog.
Standing at the back, Lynn's gaze beneath his hat brim was as cold as a knife. He endured his physical discomfort as he watched the five players, dressed in white T-shirts and shorts, who even reached for their fog-filled weapons, swagger across the line between life and death.
At that moment, two turbulent waves surged within him, enough to overturn his understanding.
First, why?
Why did his energy body react so violently to the green mist, while the pure Earth consciousnesses in front of him remained as stable as Mount Tai?
Perhaps the only explanation is purity?
These Earth players' consciousness transcends dimensions; their soul foundation, based on the present world, is something that the pollution laws of this planet simply cannot analyze or touch.
In this world, they may be a high-dimensional virus that has been forcibly implanted.
Compared to having "died once" before, this logic makes sense.
Secondly, if this absolute immunity is effective globally... Lynn's gaze pierced through the poisonous fog, looking towards the distant dock.
The green fog blockade that blocked all hope of survival in Rainbow Village and was insurmountable for all the natives was nothing more than a backdrop with a slowing effect for these players.
The possibility of reaching Pearl Harbor is right before our eyes!
Since he arrived, the poisonous fog has begun to spread and has sealed off the entire island.
He really didn't want to be trapped in this village for the rest of his life.
"Snail, you lead the team in." Lynn suppressed the burning sensation in his lungs. "Don't rush, move at a steady pace, and slowly bring them out."
The five players entered the restricted area one by one.
George's pointed head, like a car seat, moved with ease in the fog, quickly tearing away most of the pale green substance surrounding Pete.
That was the self-protective gel secreted by the green succulent beside Pete after being stimulated by the dense fog.
"Don't pull it hard! Follow the texture of the rubbery edge and pull it out little by little."
This thing, like the green mist around it, gets stronger when faced with a strong opponent; you have to be gentle with it.
Carrying the bucket and running off, he directed the most sensitive raindrops to perform precise operations.
Taking advantage of a lull in the rescue, they grabbed a bucket and ran off, pulling out fragments of the blue snail's shell and frantically scraping off the green, slimy sap.
In his eyes, this wasn't poison; it was a top-notch reinforcing agent.
When the players dragged Pete out of the fog like a sack of potatoes, the natives outside erupted in an incredulous gasp, and then a large number of them knelt down in a rush.
Carpenter Pio scrambled over and hugged his son, who was covered in sticky fluid, tears streaming down his face.
Then, he suddenly turned around, grabbed Xiaoyu's leg tightly, and pressed his forehead against her muddy shoes: "Bravo, warrior! That's poisonous fog that even diviners can swallow, and you...you walked on it as if it were flat ground!"
Old village chief Lucas, his hands trembling, gripped the bucket and ran, leading the entire village in shouts: "Praise be to the saints' grace! Rainbow Village will forever remember the salvation of the heroes from afar!"
Seeing the NPCs weeping and worshipping so fervently, the five-person team in the first test looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Holy crap, this game's reputation system and NPC emotion module are amazing! I'm actually getting a little cocky, what's wrong with me?" the agent muttered to himself, his vanity greatly satisfied.
But in the eyes of those who run away with buckets, the distance between divinity and science is only a thin line:
"Uncle, let go first, I still need to go get some building materials..."
After finally managing to pull his muddy hands from the trembling old hands of the village chief Lucas, he also helped the embarrassed Xiaoyu pull her legs out of Pio's arms.
He pointed to the sacks of monster materials he had collected earlier on the ground.
"Alright, now that we've saved him, it's time to get down to business." Picking up the bucket and running away, he looked at Pio and Lucas, who were still very excited. "Uncle, just saying thank you isn't enough, let's get down to business."
"Call all the strong men in the village who can work, and have them help us carry these things back to the outpost."
Still reeling from the miracle, Pio wiped away a tear and nodded repeatedly.
He now looked at these players as if they were his saviors. He got up and called to a dozen strong villagers, who, trembling, carried the monster's corpses and followed the players back to their position.
Back at the outpost, looking at the half-collapsed, cracked, crumbling black mud wall, he picked up his bucket and ran off, kicking it over in disgust.
"Building walls with mud is a joke. What we want to build is an armored structure that can swallow physical impacts whole."
They ran around with buckets, shirtless and covered in sweat, and began assigning tasks.
The blue snail's shell was broken into specific fragments, which served as the hardest aggregate.
The cap of the flower mushroom was torn into filamentous fibers, which served as the reinforcing ribs.
Finally, the ground-up green water spirit pearl powder mixed with the collected viscous liquid, becoming a gel-like substance that emitted a faint glow.
The old village chief, Lucas, watched from the sidelines, swallowing hard.
But under Lynn's indifferent gaze, the natives had no choice but to bite the bullet and join the ranks of these lunatics.
Once the sizing template is in place, a bunch of dry, non-sticky colored crumbs are poured into it.
He was at the very front, carrying a bucket and a homemade pendulum metronome.
"Keep an eye on this frequency! Two and a half beats per second, get the rhythm right! You can't just rely on brute force; we need to evoke resonance in these materials, let them find their own niche and bite off more!"
"Smash it!"
A dull, uniform impact resounded. At first, the pile of colored debris did not react, but as the vibrations of this specific frequency continued to seep into the ground, the mixture, which was originally like dry sand, began to ooze a layer of glossy, pale green sheen.
"Good heavens...this...these things are sweating!" Pio screamed in terror.
"Don't stop! That's the power being reorganized! It's done when the recoil sound changes from muffled to crisp!"
As evening fell, the first half-meter-thick blue-green wall was demolded.
If you look closely at the dark green patterns on the surface, you can even see the spiral veins of the blue snail shell, which are tightly sealed in the interwoven web of mushroom fibers.
Lynn grabbed an alloy crowbar, swung it with both hands, and brought it down hard.
"when!"
A sharp, metallic clang shattered the tranquility of the outpost.
The crowbar struck the spot, leaving only a barely noticeable white mark.
Immediately afterwards, the entire wall emitted a very low hum, as countless microscopic structures instantly tore apart the kinetic energy and discharged it into the ground.
"What kind of garbage is a mud wall?" He picked up the bucket and ran off, patting the cold wall. "This is called composite material."
Lynn looked at the impregnable defensive line, then at the indigenous villagers who had begun to worship the wall as a miracle.
He realized that this technology might allow them to leave Rainbow Village and establish themselves on Treasure Island.
While the natives were still worshipping the wall of miracles, several players from the first test had already collapsed on a nearby haystack, panting heavily.
"Phew... You know what, it's actually quite fulfilling, but I still feel like something's not quite right."
The climbing snail wiped the mud and sweat from its face, and its brows gradually furrowed.
He turned to look at his teammates beside him and lowered his voice.
"Brothers, have you noticed a serious problem?"
"What?"
Ah-Hmm, rubbing his sore shoulders, said, "Didn't you enjoy carrying bricks enough?"
"Level up!" The little snail tapped on the empty void, its tone revealing the anxiety of a veteran player.
"We've been in the game for a while now. Apart from killing a few mutated snails and green succulents while rescuing people earlier, and the Floating Pig from yesterday, we've spent the rest of our time working on the construction site."
The key issue is that this game is too hardcore; it doesn't even have a UI!
"No golden light appears when we fight monsters, and there's no experience bar at all! How are we supposed to level up?"
The Czech public security agent sat up straight and stroked his chin: "Indeed. According to the usual logic of online games, how can you improve your attributes without grinding monsters?"
You can't possibly level up your physique to the maximum by building walls and applying mortar, can you?
If that's really the case, wouldn't running away with the bucket make him the number one tank in the entire server?
The man carrying the bucket, who was scraping wood fibers nearby, rolled his eyes but didn't argue.
The little snail grew increasingly eager, his gaze sweeping past the outpost and landing on the still-churning green poisonous fog in the distance:
"There's also the matter of the new map."
Although Rainbow Village is incredibly realistic and the NPCs are quite intelligent, it's such a small place that it'll definitely get overgrown with weeds if you stay there too long.
Linzi mentioned before that there would be Treasure Island and Sky City in the game, but when exactly will this new map be released? We need to get some definite information, right?
"You mean, wait for the official version update?" Xiaoyu interjected.
"No, the underlying logic of this game is so hardcore, it's definitely not a traditional loading bar update." The little snail's eyes lit up, as if it had caught some crucial clue.
He stared intently at the newly built composite armored wall, then glanced at Lynn, the "NPC" who was standing not far away with his back to them and his hands in his pockets.
"Do you think... is it possible that the new maps in this game aren't unlocked by time progression, but rather by a progress mechanism?"
For example... will the system only officially unlock the Treasure Island expansion pack for us once we've completely transformed this outpost into a fortress, or rather, built a vehicle capable of withstanding that poisonous fog?
The snail's analysis instantly invigorated the others.
That makes a lot of sense!
This is what hardcore games should be like.
Lynn felt a secret thrill as he overheard every whisper among the players a few meters away.
The imaginations of these gullible investors are the perfect stepping stone for this "dog planner".
Now that the players have themselves committed to this system, it's indeed time to address the issues of skill improvement and game feedback.
With the current technology of carrying buckets and the ability of players to dispel poisonous fog, there is still a chance to venture into Treasure Island.