Chapter 5: Chapter 5. The Fourth Natural Disaster

Cowboys Management Discussion Group. It was a small group of just four people.

The owner of the group is Light, and the group members are the four members of Cowboy Club next door—in other words, all four management dogs, 'Badass Bunny, Get Up Ten Times A Night, Tomorrow Seeker, and 8th Level Gale.'

Get Up Ten Times A Night: [ Have you all received the helmets??? ]

Badass Bunny: [ I received it... The delivery man was quite evil, he threw it directly at my door. ]

Tomorrow Seeker: [ I found it at the garage door...]

8th Level Gale: [ I'm on the desk... I thought it belonged to some colleague. ]

Get Up Ten Times A Night: [ This is nothing compared to my case, the package was delivered directly to my dormitory! All three of my roommates were there, but none of them saw how this thing was brought in! And the scariest thing is that I don’t know if you have noticed that you can see a countdown timer when you put on the helmet, but other people can’t see it. ]

The group was eerily quiet for a while.

The first person to break the silence was the group leader Badass Bunny.

Badass Bunny: [...It's really a bit weird for you to say that. ]

Tomorrow Seeker: [ What kind of game company are you talking about? It not only knows our address but also delivers packages to us without anyone noticing? ]

8th Level Gale: [ Well, this is what I care about the most. The address is okay. If we use the IP address of the click link, we can analyze our location in reality, which is not impossible in theory. But the logistics... I can't figure it out. I was in Hawaii, and you guys are in another state. There was a difference of 1000 kilometers between us, but we all received the helmets almost at the same time. ]

Get Up Ten Times A Night: [ Yes... and not long after we click the link. ]

Badass Bunny: [ Guys, do you want to call the police? ]

Tomorrow Seeker: [ If there is no property loss, the police will probably be very difficult to deal with, and the question is what do you say to the police? Wrong delivery? Have a problem with your helmet? No one can see anything when wearing it except for us. ]

8th Level Gale: [ Well, this is the biggest problem. It is difficult to explain to others what this thing is. I tried it before, putting on the helmet and stuffing the phone in, but the phone couldn't capture anything I could see. ]

In reality, '8th Level Gale' is a science teacher, and his speech is relatively orderly, which was also agreed upon by Tomorrow Seeker and Badass Bunny.

Get Up Ten Times A Night: [ How about... let's take the helmet off and have a look inside it? ]

8th Level Gale: [ It’s not impossible to do this, but it’s risky. At least I haven't found a place where it can be disassembled. If it is violently disassembled, it is difficult to guarantee that the helmet can be put back. ]

Tomorrow Seeker: [ Indeed, we can't trick Light either. ]

Being able to put this helmet at the door of his garage with supernatural powers, he already kind of believed what the old brother whose ID was called Light said. Maybe this company is a mysterious research institution supported by state agencies? Whatever it is, at present, they have not suffered any losses. And he himself is very interested in fully immersive VR games. The countdown successfully aroused his interest.

8th Level Gale: [ I chatted with Brother Light privately on Penguin, but he hasn't replied to my message yet. The URL of the official website doesn't look like a domestic website, and it doesn't even look like the domain name of a normal website, and its registration information can't be found. ]

Get Up Ten Times A Night: [ Darknet?! ]

8th Level Gale: [ Unclear. ]

Badass Bunny: [ Let’s leave this matter as it is, there’s no point in discussing it. After all, after three days, we will be able to confirm what is going on with this helmet! 】

...

While the players were discussing, Lucius in the wasteland was still busy making final preparations.

5 kg of green wheat and some iron tools.

It took Lucius a lot of effort to move these things from Beit Street to Wetland Park three kilometers away without attracting attention. Shelter No.404 is hidden underground in this park, and the entrance is in an unremarkable nursing home. There is a lot of vegetation here, and it is also close to the lake. In theory, there should be many wild animals living in this area.

After approaching here, Lucius was very careful, guarding against possible dangers around him. But fortunately, the accident did not happen.

After checking the marks made at the entrance of the nursing home to make sure that no alien species or predators slipped in while he was away, Lucius stretched out the pointed water pipe in his hand to open the door and walked in carefully.

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The entrance to Shelter No.404 is the elevator on the innermost side of the nursing home hall, and only the dial of that elevator has the logo of the B1 floor written on it.

Lucius went down first and threw the food in the corridor between the elevator base and the airlock door outside the buffer room. This is an open space, about forty or fifty meters above the surface. To be honest, it's not very suitable for storing food here, but it's better than putting it in a nursing home and being targeted by passing mice or mutant cockroaches.

Go through the two airlock doors in the buffer room. Lucius who walked into the hall looked at Popo who was squatting in the corner and said.

"Has the forum function of the official website been developed?"

"It's done."

"Where are the players? Have they received their helmets?"

"They have received it."

So fast? Lucius was slightly surprised.

He remembered that he left the shelter at six o'clock in the morning, and it was only around one o'clock in the afternoon, and there were only seven hours in between.

"Is the time in the wasteland and the time in modern society really flow 1:1?" Lucius asked confusedly.

"Of course, but the time here is equivalent to the Western Fourth Time Zone on Earth, and the time difference is twelve hours, which means now here time is one o'clock in the afternoon, then on earth, time will be one o'clock in the morning."

Lucius sat in front of the computer and logged into the background of the official website. According to his instructions, Popo added a forum function to the official website, but there is currently no traffic, so naturally, there is not a single post. The same goes for databases and illustrated books.

"How can I upload the photos here?" Lucius asked, pointing to the gallery on the screen.

"Just upload it directly," Popo replied without a little bit of delay.

"...I mean, how do I take a picture. Do you have a camera or something?"

For such a large shelter, it is outrageous that the entire B1 layer is clean as a crystal, even a hair does not exist. Not to mention keeping some weapons, there weren't even some basic survival tools.

"Uh, I don't have a camera, but my camera can take pictures for you... What kind of pic do you want to take?" Popo asked while zooming his camera at Lucius.

Looking at the wastebasket-like robot in the corner, Lucius sighed and said, "There's isn't even a ghost here...forget it, I'll figure it out myself."

You can't catch the alien species here. In such a situation, how will he take their photo? However, taking Popo outside can be considered. Most of the alien species are not very interested in the inedible iron bumps, so a little camouflage and sticking them on the roof of the building is simply a housekeeping artifact! The more Lucius thought about it, the more reliable he felt.

Board the Penguin via the computer in the Residents Lobby.

Lucius found that all four players had sent him private chat messages, asking him which company he worked for, what a fully immersive game meant, and what the game helmet was all about. To be honest, Lucius didn't know how to answer their questions, and it was impossible to tell them the real situation of the world.

Only let them believe that this is the game world. They can come as the 'Fourth Natural Disaster', fearless and hardworking, and become his strongest tool.

"Master."

"What's wrong."

Looking at Lucius who turned off the computer and stood up from the chair, Popo, who was squatting in the corner, asked curiously.

"Don't you need to reply to their messages?"

"That's not necessary."

The more explanations, the more loopholes. It is better to confuse the past with a sentence of corporate secrets and state secrets.

As for the others? Let them guess for themselves. Otherwise, what is the use of the head? Isn't it just for brainstorming?

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