Virtual World: Close Combat Mage

Forced offline dreams die, there is actually a little hope in the heart.

While officially emphasizing the potential loss of forcible offline, there are claims that this loss is mainly due to backlog, similar to forgetting to save when a single-player game exits, so the game reads again and naturally returns to its previous state.

Charming is a reasonable argument, but if it's that simple, it's a big game bug. If the disabling dream dies at this time, and it is not saved after being forcibly offline, then reading the data from the last offline, then the equipment and level will return as they were? Doesn't transferring the equipment to someone else, forcing it down again, and then going online to read the file, become a way to duplicate the equipment?

There are a lot of people who can think of that, but this has never happened. Parallel worlds have so far had some unexpected flaws arising from the first use of holographic simulation technology, such as very few loopholes that could occur in such normal games.

That said, this is the last glimmer of hope in a dreamless dream. After a long time off the line, in a nervous mood, I dreamed of dying to get back into the game...

Forcing offline is certainly not a simple SL Grand Law kind of backgammon.

Simply put, because servers in parallel worlds have too many users to handle, unified planning and management is not only more effective, but must be implemented. The system also stores data for such forcibly offline users, but, as the official statement states, there will be inappropriate care.

Poor care means incomplete recording of your data.

And the meaning of incompleteness is not much, nor is it wrong, but incomplete. So, players will only have less stuff, less experience, less everything that can be less, and there can never be more unknown equipment, maybe 30 levels wrongly recorded as level 40.

So what the dreams of dying want is never going to happen. When he later re-entered the game for a moment, the rank, the equipment, were all his downline appearances. Returning to gear is just a little bit of a hope, it didn't happen and it wasn't too disappointing, but it was surprising that the rank didn't drop anymore to let the dreams die. Because, as he thought, even if he forcibly went down very RP this time without causing any losses to the system, Gu Fei, Sword Ghost and others were right beside him and killed him, there should be at least two levels of loss!

Dream death is the experience of previous games, such as forcibly off-line, lost line, power outage, etc., when the person in the game stays in the game to slaughter a moment. I didn't expect parallel worlds to be quick in this regard, force down the line and say it. It turns out that "no card” is a game that has never been caught.

The disabled dream death inspection level, experience, equipment, skill proficiency, found no loss, a little peace of mind, after another pocket, suddenly a change of face, pulled out the money bag to open a number...

“Fuck you!” The data was still missing, the wallet of the dreams was directly missing the digits, he kicked out angrily, and the result was a "bang” and his feet were clamped tight again.

“These bitches!!” Dream dead roar: “The fucking people are gone and still have the trap!! Fuck you all!! ”

Actually, this is a misunderstanding. Trap skills in parallel worlds are indeed effective time after start-up and can stay in place until start-up. In the meantime, trap owners can remove their traps at will, and others must have the appropriate skills. And the trap owner, if the set trap has not been stepped on, has to dismantle it himself, otherwise the next trap will not be used, at present everyone can only set one trap.

This one of the dreams of dying is just one left by the other party's carelessness.

Before he went online, White Leaf Ruuyu had been bored for half a day because he couldn't use the trap, and his friends were just laughing around. At that time, one person set a trap, dreamed of dying and stepped on one, and naturally one person did not have to disarm it. So the friends Kuroyu Bai said that he had won. Lurkers love to deceive each other so much that their greatest pleasure is to see one of their companions throw a trap eight kilometers away without breaking it, and then go back and dismantle it. White leaves are the most cola of them. If not reminded, they are often unresponsive for half a day. Little white is actually called the name.

This will almost be when BUG reports to the online GM, this side of the dreams suddenly go online to kick the trap, Bai Ye Ru Yu suddenly discovers that the trap is working again, naturally it is Qian Eun Wanxie, the opposite of the other side of the dreams death curse the other family.

Dreaming of dying from his wanted mission, Gu Fei is offline. Dream of death is no longer a fantasy of retrieving a long, short sigh, but a thought of how to avoid each other. Seeing that Gu Fei was away, he quickly contacted the brothers in his studio to wash the PK value for the wanted mission. At this time, dreams die naked, level 36, and there is really no more fighting power. A bunch of brothers saw him like this, but also a face of shushing, comforting him.

“Find a chance to beat him up again!!” Everyone made statements. Studio people are different, they are more united and disciplined than walking parties, they are more skilled than the average player, online professional players, so to speak, these are them. Gu Fei's purpose was indeed strong, but it did not frighten them.

It was only when a group of people went to the wanted mission that they discovered that there was a wanted mission attached to the death of a dreamer, which could not be replaced at all. Dream of death is still a bit of a trance, I haven't thought about it for a while. He was wondering how the long and short sigh would end. Confess and seek leniency? Dream of death is also the Lord who does not see the coffin and does not weep. With the last hint of fantasy in his heart, he has yet to mention it. He went to the prison to wash his PK himself.

As a result, there was little wind in the forum this day.

Indeed, it's not Gu Fei's style to pop into gear and show off to familiar friends and go to the forum to show off to everyone.

Gu Fei's style is on the other side. Just as the swordsmen retrieved Frost's memories from Xiaotian in the day, Gu Fei thought about such an excellent item at this time, shouldn't he find the lost owner and return it?

At the Little Thunder Tavern, it was even surprising to hear that Gu Fei had so much to offer. This spirit of gold collection has always been equated with value. Da Yilin suddenly picked up ten yuan to return the guy, when he picked up a million yuan or not, he needed to think deeply about it.

Same thing in the game, pick up two belts of pants randomly, someone wants to pay them back, then pay them back! But when you find it, you can directly flip it with your friends, not to mention the fact that you can't fight each other with eight bars? The more important problem is that Gu Fei is no longer an ambiguous gold-picker. In the eyes of the masters, this is your PK exposure, obvious labor income! Even the most talented swordsmen believe that this is the case with the values of the big environment of online games. Gu Fei's thoughts, in their view, are quite outrageous.

“Who knows whose this is supposed to be? Ask the dreams of dying?” Yu said.

“That's a way…” Gu Fei nodded.

Young-go stuck it in his mouth and said, “What if it's really a dream to kill this guy? ”

Yu felt that this question could make Gu Fei tangle a little bit. As a result, Gu Fei's level of consciousness was clearly more mature than Yu thought, and he answered without thinking: "Then of course I confiscated it. ”

Everyone has no words. Although Gu Fei will feel corrupted as an online player, from a human perspective, it is very harmonious and correct to have to say that the other party did so, and a few people have no intention of persuading him.

“Then ask the dreams of death! See if he'll tell you.” Yu said.

“This is difficult, he has washed his PK value online today. If he could find anybody, he would have been chased to the corner of the world by players all over the city!” Gu Fei said.

As early as when he discovered the name of the dying dreams, it was promoted in the forum by Yugo, when the individual indignation of the top post indicated that he wanted to chase this man for life.

At one point, the activities of the dying and others had become somewhat stagnant, and it had to be said that there were reasons for that, but no one was able to hunt him down in the end. Although the main city of the game is not as large as the real city, there are still hundreds of thousands of people, it is extremely difficult to find a player from it. There was only one name that didn't help at all, no pictures, no home address, just like needle fishing in the ocean, so chasing after it was over. Dream death continues to nourish life. Just like Gu Fei's adversaries, he is also a Class 40 clan, just like the masses at the forefront.

“Let Yu send a post, the loser sees himself coming to contact you.” The royal gods sounded an idea.

“There must be a lot of loss.” Han said.

“Let them talk about equipment attributes! Except for the loser. Who said that?” The gods roar.

“The few of us, and the dreams of dying, can all say... the teenager is not deeply involved, it's not enough!” Son Han mocked the royal gods.

“Uh, or do you want to do this for a thousand miles, and then you find someone to play the loser and get the long, short sigh off?” Mr. Han asked.

“How despicable and shameless!” The crowd was amazed.

“That's what he said. I didn't think so!” The royal gods are pointing at Han's son.

“We know.” Gu Fei touched the head of the royal gods: “He's the only one who can think of such a solution so quickly. ”

“May God bless this sinful man not to go to hell after his death.” He prayed for Han's son like an unharmed dog.

“Cut, I'm just reminding him that it's hard to find a loser. Why don't you just swap it for a drink and drink it quickly.” Han's son doesn't give a shit.

“I'll figure it out myself!” Gu took off.

It's been a long time since I updated at noon. Wow!

Also: In considering how to deal with students who have long and short sighs, your mind is no longer honest enough. Hurry up and confess. The most effective way to do this is to throw votes at butterflies.