The moonlight from the edge of the rainforest shone on my hands through the shadows of the trees, making me suddenly realize that this was the first night since I came here.Ww    W. ΩBiQuGe. CN

But, how did I come to this place?

When I opened my backpack, I looked at the copper coins lying in my bag, and then touched the novice cloth man.

Id: Default 121

(You have not created your own ID yet, and you will use the serial number instead. You have another chance to modify your ID)

Level: 1

Occupation: Not obtained

(Main occupational vacancies: 2)

Health: 15/15

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I was not interested in reading the following content, so I closed my personal status.

This is a game, an online game.

This is the only thing I learned about this day, except this, I don’t even know who I am and how I appeared in this edge of the rainforest.

Despite this, I still remember a lot of common sense things, such as the term ‘online game’ and its representative meaning.

This is unreasonable.

The Fringe Rainforest is the name of this area, and there is a village in the place where the player is born. This setting seems to be a convention in almost all games.

But there was no one in this small village that was set as my birth point.

Not just players, bsp;                                                                                                                           �

In fact, when I found this place empty, I also went to explore the surrounding area. Unfortunately, since the environment here is woodland and swamp, the refresh rate and refresh density of the surrounding monsters are amazing, and the level question mark and the name is bright red.

etc.

The rainforest environment affects monster refresh, why do I know these things? I don’t remember that I have seen the game settings.

And when it comes to what the game is called, I clearly don’t know anything about the name and source, but why do I know some other strange things, just like these are innate common sense.

But shouldn't the name be more common sense?

I thought too much and my thinking was a little confused, so I decided to get off this huge rock first.

I climbed down the edge and hit an object.

"Young man, slow down... You look really strange, you are a foreigner." An old voice said slowly.

Someone?

I quickly turned around and saw a... I don't know if I could say it was an old man's creature.

The slippery face, the tentacles drooped like beards and heads, and some were even squirming. The simple cloth robe covered the torso that looked like a human, and the feet turned into webs to cover the soft land. There seemed to be a shiny and slippery mark left behind.

I looked at the old man in front of me (tentatively), and many nouns kept popping up in my heart.

Sea monster, octopus man, alien, rushing tyrant...

pc. The common sense in my mind tells me this.

"Young man, is there anything wrong? You... look different from us." The old man asked.

"Who are you?" I asked a simple and effective question directly.

"Me? I am the chief of this tribe, who are you?" The old man answered my question briefly and threw it back to me.

"Then... why is there no one here during the day?" I ignored his question and asked.

"Haha, then you probably haven't explored this area during the day, because our swamp people are active in the swamp during the day." The chief laughed.

The Sumu Guren... chewed on this term and roughly understood the basic habits of this race.

So that's it, so there is no one during the day, and at night... I thought about it and watched around.

I looked at the stars before and kept thinking, but I didn't notice the incident of the student in this small village.

A warm bonfire was lit, and the people in the swamp lived around the fire, doing their favorite things, children listened to stories, and adults told stories, but I would be more curious about what stories they would tell.

"Okay, I've answered you a question, it's time for you to answer my question, where did you come from?" The chief's eyes locked me tightly.

This question...I want to know too.

"I...I don't know, I seemed to be here when I was conscious." I couldn't find any good statement, so I told him this, hoping that he would believe it.

"Your ID is still the default number. Didn't you name yourself when you entered the game?" he suddenly asked such a question.

"I...I don't know what I've experienced...but I have only the memory of today except for some common sense." I can only tell him this.

"You should give me a name first, otherwise I can't have any further conversations with you according to the settings." After saying that, the chief stopped talking and just looked at me quietly.

"It's so troublesome... give me a name." I said to myself.

Although it is indeed a necessary thing.

I didn’t have any good ideas for the moment, otherwise I would just give the surrounding environment a name.

I looked at the map and found that except for this settlement, there was a blank space, and the name of this settlement was not displayed.

It seems that all the information in this game needs to be explored by yourself...

"Chief, what's the name of this tribe?" I asked tentatively, hoping that this question would not be within the scope of 'further conversation'.

"Long Night Tribe." The chief answered me simply, and at the same time turned his eyes to the huge rock we had just sat on.

I know what he wants to say, but that probably falls within the scope of "further".

I quickly named it with the region as the prefix and the tribe as the suffix.

The edge of the night.

When I confirmed the Id, the Chief's eyes immediately brightened.

"This huge stone is called the Long Night Monument, which is a relic left behind several generations ago... This is also the source of our tribe's name."

Just when I thought he was going to continue talking, he shut up.

"The long night on the edge, come and talk with me to my hut." He turned around and walked towards a simple house next to the boulder.

Although I was full of doubts, I had almost no choice but to keep up.

"Do you know, I've seen you..." The chief walked into the house and arranged his chair.

"The first one like this..." Seeing that I also entered the house, the chief closed the door while saying.

The moment the door was closed, the walls of the whole room became a void formed by interweaving lines. Countless data flows passed by our heads and feet. The chief's sea monster-like body turned into a chaotic collection of o and 1. Looking at myself, I don't know when it turned into this.

"aI." The chief stopped his movements and spit out the last two syllables.

"The first aI that has not been injected into memory." He said again, completing this incomplete sentence.

My eyes were staring at the void, and my body and mind were floating in the void.

"This is a game called 'undefined undefined'. Players entering the game will not learn any novice tutorials, nor will they automatically obtain any information. All unknowns are obtained through communication and exploration. If there is no communication with NPC or their own exploration, players will not even know the name of their place. All the interactive communication between players in the game comes from conversations and an official forum that refreshes regularly." The messy collection fluctuates.

"A semi-closed game is worried that there will be insufficient number of players in the early stage of the game and that it will be difficult to explore, so a small number of aI players are added to the game based on regions."

"These aIs are no different from ordinary players. In fact, they were born as players' guides. After entering the game, they will get a large number of built-in game settings in advance, such as the refresh rate of monsters in a certain area, the exact level of monsters, etc."

"The matter of inserting aI is of course confidential. No player knows that basically all players only think that those aI are internal test players. It is not difficult for artificial intelligence to pretend to be humans."

"But." The chief fluctuated again, "A very small number of aIs will have some unpredictable accidents after being injected with information and memories. When they establish a character, they will lose memory and disconnect the host's control. If these aIs enter the game, the consequences may become very serious."

"They only know the specific common sense about this, but they don't know what they are. If they break away from the direct control of the host and lose basic guidance, they may gradually lose the identity of the game character and become another level of unconscious things. If these unconscious aIs are revealed by the inspector, they will definitely be reported and dealt with urgently."

"So, fortunately you met me today." He seemed to sigh.

I stared at the object, thinking about every word it said.

I am an aI... or a faulty aI, although this failure may not be a bad thing for me.

Then everything that was born in the past and what I was thinking about could make sense.

In other words... Compared with other aIs, I have more sense of autonomy than them.

"What are you?" I asked subconsciously after suddenly thinking about something.

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"Information encloses the space, close it." The gathering of turbulent flows gradually returned to the form of a marsh people, and the whole room also returned to its original state.

All the data space was closed at the chief's fingertips, and he once again showed his expression when he first met.

"Well, did you say something just now? A foreigner."
Chapter completed!