Chapter 891: Chapter 855: Sorry, No Results Found for Your Query
Gu Mian figured Fatty and the others should have already returned to the real world.
He wanted to open the [Ten-Person Group Chat] to confirm, but found that the group chat couldn’t be opened anymore.
Not only was the group chat unavailable, even the game interface had disappeared. He lowered his head to look at the leaf brooch that had always been pinned to his chest; this brooch on his chest was a special item that could hide his in-game nickname.
Right now, Gu Mian discovered that the description panel for this brooch couldn’t be opened either; it was as if it had turned into the most ordinary, everyday brooch.
No weird game interface, no strange items he could pull up explanations for anytime, anywhere—Gu Mian felt like he’d gone back to the time before the global game started.
He didn’t know whether the Evil God had cut off the connection between this place and the global game, or if the time in this world had been rewound to before the game started, making the interface and special items unusable.
But the most important thing right now wasn’t figuring out why special items couldn’t be used, but to seize the time to defeat the evil Upper Class People.
It looked like the Evil God had thrown him here just to make him play a role-playing game; once he led the people under him to defeat the evil Upper Class People, he’d probably be able to leave this place... right?
Gu Mian actually wasn’t sure, but he had to at least try. He couldn’t just do nothing and stay here to enjoy his twilight years.
With that in mind, Gu Mian looked at the Upper Class People surrounding him in a tight circle. "I’ve decided we’ll launch a surprise attack tonight on the Upper Class residential district closest to us. What was that district called again?"
"Jile Island." A lower-class person with a terrified expression answered.
"We’ll raid Jile Island tonight."
Everyone here was being forced to move against their will; strictly speaking, Gu Mian didn’t need to act that convincing, but he still conscientiously plastered a look of hot-blooded passion and hope on his face, conscientiously playing the role of a Hero.
He actually wanted to phone it in a bit, but he was worried there might be some kind of post-game settlement that graded his role-playing performance.
Know yourself and know your enemy, and you’ll never lose a battle. Gu Mian wanted to first get a clear picture of both sides’ situation, so he casually asked a nearby lower-class person, "How many people do we have here?"
"Including you, there are fifty-one people in the village in total, all of whom can follow you, Hero, to raid the Upper Class residential district," that person replied.
Fifty-one people? Gu Mian felt that number was a bit too small, and judging from the number of people around, it seemed like most of those fifty-something folks were already gathered here.
And all of them were sallow and skinny, the look of long-term malnutrition; Gu Mian felt like he could knock three of them down with a single hammer swing.
How were they supposed to raid an Upper Class residential district like this?
"How many Upper Class People are in Jile Island?" Gu Mian asked again.
"One thousand eight hundred and sixty-nine." It was still that same person answering.
Gu Mian: "..."
It was even precise down to the ones place. Clearly, when the Evil God loaded data into these people, he hadn’t considered their standpoint; in order for them to be able to precisely answer any question Gu Mian might ask, he’d dumped all the information into them in one go, turning everyone into a walking encyclopedia.
But whether the data was precise or not wasn’t the most important thing right now.
"Fifty-one people versus one thousand eight hundred and sixty-nine people." This night-and-day difference in numbers almost made Gu Mian laugh.
He finally understood why that evaluator at the Fierce Ghost Exhibition was always giving knowing smiles—when people are embarrassed, they just can’t help laughing.
"Haha, that’s really easy. Fifty people fighting one thousand eight hundred and sixty-nine people—so long as each of you can kill 37.38 people, we’ll win." Gu Mian tried to boost morale.
"Hero, we have fifty-one people. Actually, as long as each person kills 36.647 people, we’ll win." The lower-class person who spoke looked utterly confused, as if he didn’t know how he’d worked out that number, nor why he could confidently say something like each person killing 36.647 people.
Hearing that, Gu Mian’s vision went dark.
Most lower-class people couldn’t even recognize characters, let alone solve arithmetic problems with decimals.
Looked like the Evil God had thoughtfully built in a calculator for each of them.
"As the Hero, my life is of course especially important. I’ll stay in the back and be in charge of commanding you. You fifty will go and take down the Upper Class People; I’m sure you’ll succeed." Yeah right—fifty-some people fighting nearly two thousand. Gu Mian would have to be out of his mind to actually join the battle.
"What Hero Gu Mian says is right! Didn’t we just fight a battle where sixty-eight of us went up against three thousand nine hundred and fifty-five of them? And didn’t we still beat the Upper Class People into a panicked retreat?"
"How many against how many?"
Gu Mian suspected he’d misheard.
"Sixty-eight people against three thousand nine hundred and fifty-five people," the speaker repeated.
Sixty-eight people against three thousand nine hundred and fifty-five, and they’d even beaten the other side into a rout?
Gu Mian pinched his thigh hard. It hurt. This wasn’t a dream.
Could it be that the Evil God had also taken control of the Upper Class People in this world, forcing them to follow the plot he’d set?
If that was the case, then the next steps were much simpler.
Even so, Gu Mian didn’t act rashly and decided they’d wait until the Upper Class People had fallen asleep at night before launching the raid.
With that in mind, he had the lower-class people around him disperse, telling them to eat more and prepare for tonight’s surprise attack.
The lower-class people scattered to the different tables with panic-stricken faces. Just from their terrified expressions, it was clear they really didn’t want to face those over a thousand Upper Class People and only wanted to run away.
Once the people around him had dispersed, Gu Mian finally took a serious look at his surroundings.
The buildings here, while old, were still acceptable; it wasn’t filthy and messy like the lower-class residential districts Gu Mian had seen before.
Near the village square there was a row of old houses, with some wooden sticks and rakes neatly stacked in the corners of the walls—these looked like the weapons the lower-class people used when fighting against the Upper Class People.
It was hard to imagine they’d repelled over three thousand Upper Class People using these shabby sticks.
"Xu Xingcheng? Xu Xingcheng?" He tried calling the Evil God by name, but it was useless.
Gu Mian called for a long time, but he didn’t receive even the tiniest hint from the Evil God, nor did he catch so much as a glimpse of him.
That damned Xu Xingchen had brought him to this place without leaving any information at all.
Gu Mian felt a bit of a headache coming on.
He tried again to open the game interface and the [Ten-Person Group Chat], but the game system didn’t respond in the slightest.
Looked like this place had completely blocked out the system installed by the global game.
He had no idea when he’d be able to leave.
"Speaking of which..." Gu Mian thought of Slaughter. "The people here might be forced to move, but they seem to still have their own consciousness. Maybe Slaughter will know something."
But finding him right now was a problem.
Gu Mian knew that after the Upper Class People completely ruled the world and discovered the Evil God statue, Slaughter would go to the cave in the Secret Forest where the statue was found to guard it. It was just that at this point in time, the statue hadn’t appeared yet, and Slaughter wasn’t in the Secret Forest.
Right, Slaughter was one of the founders of the Upper Class People. Lu Yi had once told Gu Mian that the first place the two founders of the Upper Class People lived was Pleasure Heavenly City, and they’d even built a dungeon underground there as their base.
Right now, Slaughter was most likely in Pleasure Heavenly City.
However, Gu Mian didn’t know how far Pleasure Heavenly City was from here.
During the first phase of the variety show, Gu Mian had been directly hauled to the outskirts of Pleasure Heavenly City in a sealed truck, so he didn’t know its exact location.
Fortunately, the lower-class people in the village were all databases with comprehensive information stored inside them; for anything he didn’t understand, he just had to ask.
Thinking that, Gu Mian casually grabbed a lower-class person sitting by a table. "Do you know where Pleasure Heavenly City is?"
"Pleasure Heavenly City is the first Upper Class residential district established by the two founders of the Upper Class People, and it is also the most important city of the Upper Class People. Only by capturing Pleasure Heavenly City can the Upper Class People be successfully overthrown. Using Pleasure Heavenly City as their center, the Upper Class People launch campaigns in all directions to attack and capture lower-class people, and establish new Upper Class residential districts on the lands they conquer.
"Pleasure Heavenly City is located 56.78 kilometers directly east of this village, along the way passing three lower-class self-built villages and six Upper Class residential districts;
"To reach Pleasure Heavenly City, you must capture all six Upper Class residential districts along the way. If everything goes smoothly, it will take only about twenty days to successfully capture Pleasure Heavenly City and overthrow the Upper Class People." The search engine spoke.
Gu Mian: "..."
He felt like he was reading an official-sounding report online; this tone almost made him think that the person in front of him was a search engine that had cultivated into a human.
This thing seemed even more useful than Xiao Qiao’s [Big Data Search].
Thinking that, Gu Mian tried asking, "What’s the main quest?"
The engine in front of him said, "Sorry, the content you are searching for cannot be found."
