Cthulhu Corrosion: Another World Rescue Plan

"Try this." The cat at the front desk of Wushanju put a plate of Mont Blanc chestnut cake in front of Scar Uncle.

In recent days, Scar Uncle has developed the habit of eating breakfast in her bakery - although her shop is not open every day, Scar Uncle seems to come to take a look every day.

The cat at the front desk of Wushanju is already considering hiring a small worker NPC in the town. The owner can have a relaxed and lazy personality, but this is obviously not so friendly to customers who want to eat delicious food.

The longer she enters this game, the more the cat at the front desk of Wushanju can't help but regard these NPCs as living people with flesh and blood.

She certainly knows that they are just a bunch of vivid data, just according to the system's preset personality to perform logical deductions, even if they don't eat or drink, there will be no problem. But in this kind of VR version of the game that you devote yourself to, sometimes believing that these NPCs really exist in a different world - even if they only exist in a game server - will make people feel a completely different, almost real game experience.

To put it bluntly, every fantasy game is just a game of playing house, so naturally, the ones that are more realistic and don't rely on imagination are more fun.

Scar Uncle lowered his eyes and glanced at the small cake. The twisted scar on his face bounced slightly: "I didn't order this. What I want to eat today is a ham and cheese croissant, with the newly released bitter...what is it?"

"Black coffee." The cat at the front desk of Wushanju turned around and brought out his breakfast. "All the dishes you ordered are here~ I gave you the chestnut cake for free. Just do me a favor and try it to see if it tastes right? I've been adjusting its sweetness recently."

"...Is it because I said it was too sweet before?" Scar Uncle took the plate and said, "You don't have to make any adjustments for me. I don't really like sweets. However, If the cake is too sweet, can't we just reduce the amount of sugar when making it? "

"Adjusting the recipe is not such a simple matter!" The cat at the front desk of Wushanju said righteously, "Sugar is not just a seasoning in cakes, but also an important participant in whipping egg whites and supporting the shape! Reducing sugar will affect many things related to it, including the taste of hardness and sponginess, which can be said to affect the whole body!

In short, try this one first to see if it suits your taste!"

The scar on Uncle Scar's face twitched a few more times, like a twisting earthworm. He picked up the spoon with a slight resistance, scraped a little cream, and put it in his mouth.

The cat at the front desk of Wushanju couldn't help but mutter: "... You weren't so reserved when you ate it for the first time."

Scar Uncle showed a surprised expression the moment the spoon entered his mouth: "It's delicious!"

The two voices sounded almost at the same time, and the cat at the front desk of Wushanju said "Huh", and said happily: "Is it really delicious? Are you lying to me?"

"It's really delicious!" Scar Uncle's expression was very sincere, and the sense of surprise could not be faked, "The sweetness has become lighter, but I can feel the aroma of chestnuts more clearly, and the cream taste has become stronger! I like this kind of heavy feeling of autumn and winter communication."

The cat at the front desk of Wushanju carefully looked at his expression, as if judging whether his words were true or false, and Scar Uncle tried to widen his eyes, which were not big, trying to make himself look more credible.

"It's still too sweet, right?" she asked.

It's not that she really saw the abnormality of Scar Uncle, but the system did not pop up any prompts to complete the task, which was very suspicious.

The requirement of that task was to make a small cake that Scar Uncle was completely satisfied with, and obviously she had not reached the standard for passing.

Uncle Scar coughed awkwardly: "It's true, but it's really better than last time... No, I can't say that, it was also delicious last time, it's the original flavor of this cake. I just like this version more... It would be better if it could be a little lighter."

"I understand." The cat at the front desk of Wushanju put away the plate and asked casually: "Uncle, you seem to have a lot of memories of this cake?"

Uncle Scar, who was just taking a sip of the coffee cup, choked suddenly.

"Maybe." He didn't want to continue talking, so the cat at the front desk of Wushanju had to give up and took the small plate back to the kitchen and put it in the sink.

——Sure enough, these tasks are not so easy to bypass. The NPCs are smart, but they are more strict than one.

After washing the dishes, she calmed down and laid out all the ingredients on the countertop again: "Well, if it's lighter, then let's start with the chestnut cream!"

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The players of [Qingsong Sanatorium] climbed over the magnificent snow-capped mountains, camped for a long time under the beautiful snow-capped lake, and then headed west, slowly moving towards the V-shaped opening of the Holy Mountain Range.

They are real casual players. Even though they are online for a long time every day, this kind of relaxing travel method of walking and watching the scenery, stopping for a few days every time they encounter a refreshing scenery, is really not efficient.

Of course, most of the recuperation players are patients with illnesses or disabilities. They do not pursue the efficiency of completing tasks when they enter the game, but can better enjoy this different world.

At first, Sunflower and White Crow, who were familiar with computer codes, would mutter a few words like "the modeling is so detailed, how many programmers have lost their livers and hair on these scenes". Later, they climbed to the top of the snowy mountain with "their own" legs for the first time in their lives. When they looked into the distance, there was no longer any "code" or "modeling" that was inappropriate in their hearts. There was only the touching and shocking feeling that made their hearts full and sour.

The shock to White Crow, who lost both legs in an accident when he was young, was even greater.

He thought that he would always be bound to his small room by this accidental defect. He never thought that through an online game, he could temporarily find the feeling of his legs and try to challenge achievements that were completely impossible in reality.

Whether in reality or in VR games, what you do is what you do, what you see is what you see, even if it is data, what does it matter? For him, this place is real enough and beautiful enough.

He deliberately raised his body sense to the highest level. With every step he took, he could feel the hardship of climbing the mountain, the soreness and tension in his calf muscles, and the chest tightness and wheezing caused by the lack of oxygen in high altitude areas...

These were all experiences he had long forgotten and could not imagine again.

In the dream given by this game, he could taste the beauty of these pains one by one.