freenovelworld #286 - The live broadcast of the strange small country simulator begins (2 in 1 order required)
#286 - The live broadcast of the strange small country simulator begins (2 in 1 order required)
Immediately following, the screen continued to transmit real-time gameplay footage:
The young mage abruptly found himself in a foreign land, standing on the barren African soil. Dust swirled around him, as if time had reversed, transporting him back to a time of historical warfare.
On the distant horizon, war fires burned, and smoke filled the air. He felt completely immersed, the tense atmosphere of war causing his heart to race.
Suddenly, a Toyota pickup truck appeared in view, its body bouncing along the rough dirt road. The roof was adorned with military flags, indicating it was speeding along.
In the back seat of the truck sat a figure, clearly identifiable through the headset as someone resembling a president.
The president looked stern, the wind blowing his robes, his gaze resolute. The pickup accelerated, the dust kicked up accentuating the intense atmosphere of war.
"The enemy is likely lurking around, be careful," his adjutant warned, vigilant.
As the president's convoy approached a small village, a sudden burst of intense gunfire erupted, red flames tearing through the night. The enemy, ambushed in the shadows of the village, launched a surprise attack under the cover of darkness.
The president's vehicle was caught off guard, the exploding flames illuminating the entire scene. Amidst the devastating fire, the president's vehicle turned into an inferno, resulting in death and destruction.
The young mage felt as if he were truly there, as the VR display began to transmit the heat and explosive sounds in real-time.
His body stiffened involuntarily, turning him into a firsthand participant in this perilous battlefield.
He couldn't help but exclaim:
"Wow, the realism of this virtual reality is intense! It feels less like a simple game and more like an immersive war experience."
The comments section also buzzed with discussion:
"Is this for real? Can current VR devices achieve such good results?"
"Honestly though, even without having the device, just watching the live stream gives off an incredibly immersive atmosphere!"
The game prompted:
[Please put on the operation-sensing gloves and move the virtual joystick in the game to move your character]
The mage put on the randomly included hand controls.
After connecting to the host, a row of fluorescent lights quickly lit up on the back of the gloves, giving them a futuristic feel.
Having streamed games before, the mage quickly familiarized himself with the hand gestures.
"It's hard to describe to you guys how playing a game in a first-person panoramic view feels, it's incomparable to any third-person perspective..."
The mage's tone was quite excited.
Following the game's guidance, he approached the president's convoy that had just been destroyed and rummaged through the wreckage several times with his hands.
He then bent down and found a staff ID, which likely belonged to someone in the president's convoy.
Game prompt: [Perhaps you can use this ID to find a job in the capital, N'Djamena.]
Players can write any name on this blank ID.
The mage directly waved his glove and wrote the three characters "Mage".
...
Afterward, the mage used his ID with the fabricated identity to successfully hitch a ride to Chad's capital.
During the short car ride, the game began to display information about the country the player randomly received using holographic virtual images:
[Chad, a landlocked country in Africa]
Time: 1963
Area: 21T (T refers to Tongliao) = 1.28 million square kilometers.
Population: 6T = 18 million.
[Please click to view the country's geographical location]
A holographic image of the Earth that could be rotated at any time popped up in front of the streamer, allowing him to adjust the orientation at any time.
The viewers exclaimed in amazement:
"Wow, this holographic Earth is so realistic."
"It has the feel of a navigation map from a starship movie."
On the map, Chad is located at the crossroads between Central and North Africa.
Chad is surrounded by Tongliao powerhouses.
To the north is Gaddafi, cautious, low-key, and single-handedly opening the Five-Permanent-Members副本.
To the south is Central Africa, ruled by the well-known Tongliao benevolent ruler, the kind and soft-hearted Bokassa.
Next to Central Africa is Congo, ruled by the incorruptible Mobutu.
To the southwest is Equatorial Guinea, ruled by the well-read Macías Nguema.
Niger to the west is currently in the midst of civil war, and the pickup truck that was destroyed earlier was probably the vehicle of some temporary president.
The game displayed subtitles:
[Because of its extremely advantageous geographical location, various African forces have gathered in Chad since ancient times.]
[This has also created the spectacle of more than two hundred ethnic groups within Chad.]
[Chad has therefore earned the nickname "The Death Heart of Africa."]
Subsequently, the game displayed the victory conditions for this game:
[Conquest Victory: Chad unifies all of sub-Saharan Africa]
[Cultural Victory: Chad creates wonders with global influence and leads the world in cultural strength]
[Technological Victory: Chad is the first in Africa to launch a manned spacecraft]
Mage: "My dear subjects, what do you think is the best way to play?"
The viewers expressed their opinions one after another:
"With this excellent matchmaking mechanism in the African region, dreaming of unifying Africa is not as good as hoping that the national football team can qualify for the World Cup."
"Your Majesty, wonders mislead the country, please think twice."
"Although, letting these agricultural civilizations that watch gorillas grin develop manned spaceflight is a bit difficult."
"So, every ending is hell difficulty. Your Majesty is confused and should have randomly chosen a better country to start with."
Amidst various discussions, the car finally drove into Chad's capital.
This extremely dry and barren country, even the ground in the capital, is like land ravaged by the sun.
Yellowish sand shimmered in the sunlight, drifting with a dry heatwave. The buildings on both sides of the street were low and simple, built with withered yellow adobe, revealing a simple atmosphere of life.
People wore light clothing to block the scorching sun while trying to maintain ventilation, and a faint smell of dust permeated the streets.
N'Djamena's market was bustling, with stalls of various colors filling the streets.
The stall owners were carrying pottery pots on their heads, and various spices, handicrafts, and local specialties were displayed on the stalls. The mage could feel the exotic atmosphere, and the city life here was full of vitality.
The mage often used VR gloves to interact with the goods on the stalls, and as a result, he could really pick up the goods and admire them.
"I have to say, the feeling of interacting with objects is very real, and there is no clipping, but unfortunately there is no weight on the hand. In addition, the inside of this helmet can actually simulate the heat of Africa. I have never played this kind of game that transmits sensory information in real time."
Comments:
"Wow? Is it really as fun as the streamer said?"
"I'm tempted to try it, is the so-called sensory experience really as amazing as they say."
In addition to Africans, the mage also saw many Europeans on the street, especially French people.
These French people wore neat white short-sleeved shirts, paired with light shorts or skirts, obviously to cope with Chad's high temperatures. They wore wide-brimmed hats to shield themselves from the scorching sun.
The French looked confident and walked easily through the crowded streets of the market. Some held maps, seemingly looking for something, while others were interacting with local residents or tasting the clean and hygienic food in the market.
Of course, these French royalists weren't very interested in the broken pottery pots sold by the indigenous Africans, they were most interested in and secretly buying - people.
Because Chad's natural conditions are very harsh, far from the ocean, resulting in hot and little rain throughout the year, and most of the country is desert, with only a small piece of grassland in the south.
The thin fields in the south can only barely grow cotton, but the people in the north have no choice but to eat sand.
Therefore, the Chadians in the north often captured their brothers in the south, packed them up and sold them to the lords in the Americas and Europe in exchange for money, euphemistically called "local tertiary industry".
This cycle of trade continued until the 1930s.
After World War II, although it gradually decreased, sporadic underground trade could still be seen.
The mage continued to walk forward, and there were some simple tents in the grassland area, and small thatched huts dotted the fields.
This is a natural oasis where people live and live by cotton.
In this slightly better place, the mage quickly found the Governor's Mansion.
The Governor's Mansion was no different from other low earthen buildings, and most of the people coming and going inside were locals, and few white people were seen.
Because after occupying Chad, France realized that the natural conditions in this place were too bad, and no one was willing to come all the way from Europe to suffer, and all the officials were sent here after committing crimes in France.
The mage found a newspaper stand at the entrance of the Governor's Mansion and found that there was no news about the attack on the neighboring country's president's convoy.
The mage explained:
"The news media's cold response is understandable, after all, in the excellent African region, this kind of thing is really not an accident."
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Subsequently, the mage walked into the Governor's Mansion.
A black man appeared in front of him, wearing a neat military uniform, his muscle lines were tight, showing his majesty as a leader.
His face had a cold expression, his eyes were deep and sharp, as if revealing the temperament of a ruthless ruler. The dark skin contrasted sharply with the military uniform, exuding an inviolable sense of authority.
In the corner of the office were some military maps and strategic layouts, and several French army medals hung on the wall, showing his achievements on the battlefield.
An old-fashioned telephone and a heavy document rack were neatly placed on the table.
The game prompted:
[A new Tongliao benevolent ruler has been discovered, and the information has been included in the benevolent ruler illustration book, please check]
The mage clicked to take a look:
[François Tombalbaye]
Identity: First Prime Minister of Chad
Status: Five-star Tongliao benevolent ruler, one of the African humanoids
Appearance: Ingenious
Knowledge: Excellent in character and learning
Anthropomorphic degree: 18%
Character resume:
In 1918, François was born in a rural area of Chad.
From the age of four, this future benevolent ruler showed the advantage of "strong hands-on ability", showing his skills to his family, and after going to school, he became one with teachers and students.
Subsequently, in friendly teacher-student exchanges, he successfully obtained a primary school degree and further studied in junior high school.
In 1935, Tombalbaye, who had learned something, returned to his hometown with honor.
He was immediately appointed as a primary school teacher by the French resident government and became an educator.
In Chad, with a population of 3.5 million and an average prenatal education completion rate, Tombalbaye became a real talent.
During World War II, Tombalbaye participated in the Free French Army and made several contributions. Later, he was appointed by French President Charles de Gaulle as the first president of Chad after Chad broke away from France.
The mage handed over the certificate with his name on it.
Tombalbaye narrowed his eyes: "I'm not interested in the mess of the attack on the president of a neighboring country. Anyway, there are more African presidents than elephants. But, Bro, I know very well that you are someone who does great things, become my right-hand man."
[Tombalbaye has sent you an invitation, do you want to become his adjutant?]
The mage clicked agree.
Now that the player has become one of his own, Babaye has relaxed a lot.
He began to brag to the mage, boasting about his glorious years when he was young.
"You know, we used to be a French colony here.
Originally, after the Second World War, French Dad wanted to support me, Babaye, to take power, so I specially formed an organization called PPT to prepare for taking power.
Unexpectedly, a small episode occurred in my career.
Once, I was collecting debts from a businessman on behalf of my father in my hometown. As a result, the businessman was blind and refused to pay, and even said something like 'other people's debts are debts, and my debts are beautiful accidents'.
How can our family tolerate this? We immediately pulled two groups of people to start practicing. Of course, there was a little accident in the middle, and we burned a French businessman's industry to the ground.
Under pressure from Paris, I was forced to transfer the identity of the leader of the PPT organization to a person named Lisette.
As a result, this Lisette asked French Dad to pay compensation as soon as he came up!
Even started paying compensation from the triangular trade period of the Age of Discovery?!
Isn't this nonsense!"
Tombalbaye took a puff of his cigar:
"Not only did the people not understand French Dad's difficulties, but how could they collude with him?
He Lisette is just a Marxist, is he as loyal to our father as I am?
So, after Lisette jumped up and down, Dad de Gaulle specially called me to Paris.
Dad said earnestly: Although you have made mistakes before, as long as you talk about principles and understand things, then the country of Chad can still be handed over to you."
Speaking of excitement, Tombalbaye patted his chest:
"I told Dad de Gaulle on the spot that Chad and France are like father and son. There is no dark age and triangular trade. The loss is not worth mentioning. As for national construction, that is our own business. We will never sit back and wait for the currency!"
The mage sighed: "It is said that the most important skill to survive in the star-studded African region is to recognize your father. This is indeed true."
Babaye patted him on the shoulder: "So, Bro, I can see that you are a talent for governing the country, you must help me."
After this passage, the game prompted:
【You can directly use the microphone to answer the NPC's questions, you can answer anything you want, the NPC's AI will respond intelligently】
Chat: "Wow, this feature is great, isn't this much more interesting than us passively choosing pre-written options?"
"Why do you think I'm a talent?" the magician directly questioned using the microphone.
"Because you can not only read, but also write, which is one in ten thousand in this country."
"..."
The chat went crazy: "Hahahaha, wouldn't university graduates become supreme prophets if they went there?"
Baba Yaga continued to squint and took a puff of his cigar, the gold ring on his finger shimmering in the sunlight.
"You know, I have so many wives that I can't count them all on two hands. I spend a lot of time taking care of them every day, so I'll leave the national governance to you."
Tom Baba Yaga patted the magician's shoulder and left the Governor's Mansion.
The magician came to the desk, and the game popped up a governance menu with densely packed options:
【Taxation】【Population】【Trade】【Agricultural Development】【Industrial Planning】【Infrastructure Construction】【Education Investment】【Medical Development】【Resource Exploration】【Diplomatic Strategy】【Military Sandbox】……
"I'm good at playing simulation management games..."
However, just as the magician was rubbing his hands, ready to show off his skills, he found that most of the buttons could not be clicked. Every time he clicked, a prompt would appear:
【Insufficient funds, unable to execute this command】
Finally, he clicked on the 【Population】 button to view the city's basic information, but found that
the 【Public Sentiment】 attribute was only 20 points! Directly marked in red!
Just then, a large number of excited citizens began to pour into the open space outside the Governor's Mansion,
They shouted slogans:
"We want French Daddy, we don't want to be a country!"
"We Chad, shouldn't have agreed to independence at all. Following France, we had meat to eat, but now we are so poor that we can't even afford clear soup."
"Protest! Protest! We want to go back to France!"
Some literate citizens wrote on signs
"Open for business and immediately go bankrupt, list and immediately go bankrupt, establish a country and immediately perish."
The magician checked the game interface and found that the country's fiscal budget was indeed infinitely close to zero, so poor it was heartbreaking.
He began to rub his hands and smiled sinisterly.
There's no other way, the urgent task is to implement some "benevolent governance" and start making money.