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MidReal Story
The Last Man Standing
Scenario:我和我的敌人被困在热带雨林里，我拥有极强的大脑，任何事情都可以冷静的应对和分析。它拥有强大的战力，是人类战力的天花板。在这个奇妙的森林里开始冒险旅程，发现惊人的真相，原来人类家园是一个被精确控制的温室，更高等的文明的实验床。经过不断地抵抗，我们终于接触到了高等文明的代言人，争取到了最大的利益，让地球拥有无尽的能源，加快了人类进化的进程
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He is a man with a strong analytical mind. He is resourceful,determined,and intelligent. Stranded in a tropical rainforest with his adversary,he uses his wit and knowledge to survive. He grapples with the mysteries of the forest,including a remarkable encounter with a giant snake. Later,he reflects on his life,realizing the influence of his parents and siblings. He forms an unexpected alliance with his adversary to survive against nature's hazards and eventually discovers the true nature of their isolated location.
Adversary
He is a physically formidable opponent with combat skills rivaling the most skilled warriors. He is strong,resourceful,and strategic. Stranded in the rainforest alongside the protagonist,he initially competes for survival but later becomes an ally. His presence proves invaluable as they navigate through the forest together. Though initially at odds,he develops a begrudging respect for the protagonist's intellect and contributes significantly to their survival. His presence is essential in battling against dangers like wild animals and harsh weather conditions.
Emissary of the Advanced Civilization
He is the representative of an advanced civilization that created a simulated environment mimicking a realworld setting. He is enigmatic,intelligent,and commanding. Found in the greenhouse built within the simulated forest,he explains the world beyond their current confines to the protagonist and his adversary. With advanced technology at his fingertips,he offers them access to vast resources and knowledge. His presence signifies a turning point in their survival story,linking them to a realm beyond their current isolation.
The first thing I noticed was the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the wind.
My eyes slowly opened, and I found myself in a dense tropical rainforest.
I wasn't surprised, as I had somewhat expected this.
Before losing consciousness, I had seen the trees surrounding me.
I knew exactly where I was, and I wasn't the slightest bit concerned about surviving in this environment.
In fact, I was more excited about exploring this place than being worried about my safety.
The next thing I noticed was the presence of someone else in front of me.
My gaze gradually focused on this person, and I came to realize that he was the eldest son of the Rock family, a rival in commerce to my own Dick family. As the eldest son of the Dick family, it was only natural that I held an aversion towards him.
He was standing about ten feet away from me, looking at something on the ground.
I immediately sat up, trying to figure out what he was looking at and where exactly we were.
As I took in my surroundings, I realized that we were at the edge of a small cliff overlooking a valley below us.
I pushed myself up from the ground, my muscles stiff from lying unconscious for a while.
The wet soil stuck to my clothes as I stood up.
Rock didn't seem to notice my movement, too engrossed in whatever he was looking at.
I took a few deliberate steps towards the cliff edge, keeping a safe distance from him.
As I moved closer, I scanned the area for any potential weapons or escape routes.
The ground beneath my feet felt increasingly unstable - loose dirt and small rocks shifted with each step.
When I was about five feet away from the edge, I crouched down to distribute my weight more evenly.
I edge closer to where Rock stands, my shoes sinking into the damp earth with each step.
The ground becomes increasingly unstable near the cliff, forcing me to crouch and distribute my weight carefully.
Rock finally acknowledges my presence with a slight head turn, but his gaze remains focused downward.
As I reach his position, I see what has captured his attention - there's an unusual pattern in the soil.
I brush away some wet leaves with a stick, revealing more of what appears to be an artificial marking.
The carved lines are too precise to be natural, forming geometric shapes that seem to continue under more debris.
Kneeling beside Rock, I run my fingers along the grooves in the mud, feeling their unnaturally straight edges.
The markings form an intricate grid of intersecting lines and circles, each precisely carved to a uniform depth.
Rock shifts his weight, causing loose soil to crumble away and reveal more of the pattern extending beneath the leaves.
I carefully scrape away more debris with my stick, exposing what appears to be a larger circular design.
The wet dirt clings to my hands as I work, but I notice the carved lines remain crisp and unworn despite the moisture.
I brush more mud away from the circular pattern, revealing a slight depression in the center.
Rock shifts his weight again, and we both hear a hollow sound beneath our feet.
Using the stick, I probe the depression gently, feeling it catch on something solid.
Rock notices my reaction and grabs a fallen branch to help clear away the remaining debris.
As we work together, the metal ring embedded in the ground becomes visible.
Despite being corroded, it still maintains its shape - clearly manufactured rather than naturally occurring.
I grip the ring and pull, feeling mechanisms grind beneath us.
The ground shudders slightly, and a section of earth drops an inch or two, revealing the edge of a dark opening.
"Do you think this leads to some kind of underground chamber?" Rock asks, his voice tinged with excitement.
I nod, trying to suppress the unease creeping into my mind.
"If it does, we might finally find out what happened to the others," I reply, glancing at him with a mix of hope and apprehension.
I test the edge of the opening with my foot, feeling the solid metal beneath the soil and vegetation.
The beam of my flashlight reveals metal stairs descending into darkness, their surfaces dulled by age but still intact.
Rock shifts impatiently behind me, but I take a moment to examine the entrance's structure - the hinges, the weathered edges, the thickness of the metal door that had been hidden beneath the soil.
The air flowing up from below carries a metallic scent and feels artificially cool.
I grip my flashlight tighter, its familiar weight reassuring as I place my right foot on the first step.
The metal creaks slightly beneath my weight, but it holds.
I take each step with measured care, the beam of my flashlight casting flickering shadows on the walls.
Rock follows closely behind me, his breathing audible in the confined space.
The stairwell spirals down for about thirty feet before opening into a corridor.
The air here is stale and carries a faint hint of rust.
I can see patches of luminescent moss growing in corners, casting a pale green glow across the walls.
The floor is covered in a fine layer of dust, disturbed only by our footsteps.
As I run my fingers along the wall, I notice that the metal panels are etched with intricate patterns, similar to the ones we found above ground.
The symbols seem to dance under the light of my flashlight, their meanings lost to me. We move cautiously down the corridor, our footsteps echoing off the metal walls.
The air grows colder and thicker as we progress, and I can feel a slight change in pressure in my ears.
Ahead of us, three passages intersect, each one identical to the others.
We pause at the crossroads, looking at each other uncertainly.
A low mechanical hum comes from one of the passages to our right, drawing our attention.
I scrutinize the walls, tracing the patterns with my fingers.
Each passageway has its own distinct design - circles, squares, and spirals etched into the metal.
Rock stands beside me, his eyes scanning the patterns with a mix of curiosity and impatience.
I pull out my flashlight and shine it on the etchings, noticing how the light makes them seem more pronounced.
The luminescent moss growing in patches along the walls enhances the visibility of the carvings.
We decide to explore the right passage first, drawn by the mechanical hum.
"Do you think this hum is some kind of machinery still running after all these years?" Rock asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
"It has to be," I reply, my mind racing with possibilities. "Maybe it's powering whatever's left of this place, or it could be a signal—something trying to communicate."
Rock nods, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement.