Chapter 131 There is no utopia in the end of the world

When the news of the fall of the Winter House was heard back to the shelter, everyone fell into extreme panic and helplessness.

For these latecomers, the Winter House is the hope to support them in the vast snow and is the only pillar.

For those who arrived here first, the importance of a winter home may not be that important, but in panic, no one can escape.

The conflicts accumulated before were detonated at this moment, and countless usually inconspicuous conflicts were taken to the table. People gathered in the square and used these contradictions to prove that the shelter would fail, and they would also encounter the ending like a winter home.

They don't want to eat people, nor do they want to be eaten.

The hope value dropped by nine out of ten at an astonishing speed, leaving only a pitiful little bit. The dissatisfaction value increased rapidly.

"We're the only one left."

The words popped up in the middle of the screen woke He Hua up in a daze. He quickly clicked to confirm, trying to pull back the hope value, but found that things had begun to develop in a direction that was not under his control.

Under extreme despair, countless rumors began to spread in the streets and alleys.

"This is a scam!"

"We should have stayed in the big city at the beginning!"

"They are all dead!"

“…”

People yelled and wanted to escape.

The authorities are confused. He Hua, who is standing in the perspective of God, knows that a new large-scale cooling is coming, and going out is a dead end. Only here can they survive.

But residents don't think so.

Just when He Hua was at a loss, a huge pop-up window occupied the entire screen.

“Please choose our path.”

"People are shaken by fear, they have lost hope... You have to find a way to unite them again, or we will be buried in the snow like the Winter House."

Two options are given below, representing two different routes: order and faith.

"The crisis of division is right in front of you. Should we place the future to the illusory gods, or should we use power to lead everyone out of the desperate situation?"

He Hua closed his eyes. At this moment, he forgot his identity as the main commentator and made this choice that decided the fate of people in the game as a player.

"I don't believe in God, I only believe in myself."

He Hua slowly opened his eyes, and a rare flash of light flashed through his slightly cloudy eyeballs.

He felt that he seemed to be back when he was young and saw himself who was full of energy and dared to speak and do.

He clicked "order and discipline" without hesitation.

New options emerged in the Codex, and the construction of order began.

On the one hand, he upgraded technology, arranged for workers to produce, made robots with found steam cores, and replaced humans with them.

On the other hand, he built the city hall, established guards, built watchtowers and prisons, and captured all those who dared to bewitch people; built propaganda radio stations, and played recordings every day to boost residents' hopes.

In order to reduce the dissatisfaction of the residents, he did not hesitate to build a arena and a tavern, and even allowed the latter to recruit prostitutes to indulge in pleasure; but he also built a cemetery to prevent the bodies from being exposed to the snow and allow the deceased to rest in peace.

Under his leadership, the shelter persuaded the "city gang" that incited residents to return to the big cities. The food was gradually sufficient, and the energy tower had been upgraded to the highest level, with abundant resources, and even the capacity to burn for twenty-four hours without interruption.

Everything is moving in a good direction until refugees fleeing far away bring bad news: a blizzard is approaching quickly, and the temperature will become extremely low.

People began to panic again, but with the guards, there was no major riot this time, and residents began to hoard supplies more hard, hoping to get a little more hope after this cold wave came.

A few days later, the cold current arrived as scheduled, and the temperature plummeted to minus ninety degrees in just a few seconds, followed by minus one hundred degrees, minus one hundred and twenty degrees, and until extremely low temperatures of minus one hundred and fifty degrees.

Beautiful but deadly ice crystals formed next to the screen, and the sour "creaking" sound kept ringing, making He Hua unable to help but hold his breath.

Residents' hopes are also decreasing rapidly.

It was clearly three times the speed, but I felt that time passed so slowly.

"laugh--"

Similar to the sound of steam coming out of the pressure cooker, a sentence popped up in the middle of the screen.

“The snowstorm has stopped.”

"We've gotten through it."

"Win!" He Hua actually danced happily like a child.

Immediately afterwards, a flash from the game begins to be screened like a movie.

"We were originally a group of mobs without rules, going through a lot of hardships, eighty people, homeless..."

“Every day is a new struggle…”

"People monitor each other, propaganda, prisons, guards, all fight for survival..."

"We have crossed the bottom line and the city has not died..."

“But is it all worth it?”

......

There are six major chapters in the game, but the combined game time is not long, so one night is enough for some hardcore players to experience most of the content.

Therefore, early the next morning, discussions about "Ice Air Age" sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

"It feels like playing the end of the world version of "This is My War."

"I really didn't expect that Chen Xing would give players a big gift after the New Year."

"It's still Chenxing's gameplay that makes sense. Other game companies feel that they have just learned some of the fur."

"@Longcheng Entertainment, come and learn how to make stand-alone games!"

"I understand the truth. Why do the two troublemakers I raise duels at minus 120 degrees? That's an open-air arena!"

"Understairs, you're fine. I have a bad guy here who wants to go to the tavern for fun when it's minus 150 degrees Celsius. I'm so drunk..."

"I only think that the Ice Air Age has not surpassed its big brother? But this is understandable. It is really difficult to surpass the classics."

"I agree with the statement above. This is a game with novel themes and exquisite production, but it does not have the deep sense of immersion as "This is My War". After all, you control a bunch of people here, and these people have strange thinking. They are all doomsday and still require an eight-hour work system. Playing the [New Home] script and yelling to go back to the city. I should throw them out."

“…”

It is hard to match everyone's words. For games like "Ice Age", everyone has their own set of balances in their hearts, and it is indeed difficult to form a unified standard.

For example, some people think that child labor is nothing in the end of the world. After all, everyone is almost out of the blue and still cares about what they do. If you can have more labor, you will have more hope of survival; but some people think that children should not participate in dangerous work...

But at least one thing that everyone recognizes: "Ice Air Age" is indeed the best game to describe the contradiction between human nature, morality and survival in desperate situations, and is thought-provoking after "This is My War".

At least it is much better than the four-dimensional characters produced by other companies according to their own interpretation.

Just as players were arguing, a long review published by a main review on China Game Network attracted countless people's attention.

"Main comment: He Hua; Rating: 9.5 points."

“There is no utopia in the doomsday.”
Chapter completed!