The first day of the closed beta test, 8pm Earth time.
Three hundred players, all online in an orderly manner.
Sitting in the town hall, Yang Qiu felt the 300 light points representing the spiritual connection of the earthlings. He felt that his sanity limit had been raised a lot, and he felt relieved...
"I am in my current state when resisting the invasion of the ancient god's tentacles. I definitely can't be as embarrassed as I was back then."
Yang Qiu contentedly made himself a cup of milk tea and sat comfortably in the armchair to enjoy the rare peace of mind.
Although he narrowly escaped at that time, it does not mean that the tentacles of the ancient god are so easy to deal with - these tentacles that carry part of the will of the ancient god of the void are also called "seeds of the ancient god"; if they fail to resist the pollution from the will of the ancient god, they will be assimilated and turned into the messengers of the ancient god, spreading fear and disaster for the ancient god in an out-of-control state, and becoming a walking corpse without self-will.
The wise men of this world refuse to acknowledge that the Old Ones whose twisted wills are lost in the void and isolated from other dimensions are equal to the gods. They are unwilling to use positive terms such as "seed of God" and "messenger of God" to refer to the ancient gods, so they call the "seed of the ancient gods" the tentacles of the ancient gods.
Anyway, no matter what this thing is called, Yang Qiu will not be interested. He doesn't even have any feelings for the gods that are recognized as righteous gods, let alone the ancient gods...
"Unfortunately, there is no way to stop players from committing suicide, and it is impossible to keep players online 24/7... Even the 'Ouyang' with the highest mental strength can only play for about twelve hours before logging off to rest."
Yang Qiu sighed softly.
As for expanding the number of players...it's not possible at the moment.
The brand matrix added too many messy functions. Linking the spirits of 300 players and 19 indigenous people into it was already the limit. If the brands were added, Yang Qiu’s mental strength would not be able to support the matrix.
Even the chat channel, private chat, and friend list functions that are essential to the game, Yang Qiu can only open them after a large number of players have reached level one and can exploit the players' mental power to support the operation of the matrix...
"Ancient God Tentacles are not common goods. They can't appear at any time. At present... there are at least 50 people online, which is enough to serve as a stable anchor."
After observing the spiritual connection light spots belonging to Charlie Rex, Yang Qiu confirmed that this brother, who was originally on the verge of collapse and was frantically testing, became more and more stable after the large-scale entry of players. The light spots were much brighter than before, so he felt relieved.
Even those who have reached the inhuman stage can be saved, the anchoring effect of the imprint matrix is ​​beyond doubt.
"Next, I need to verify the effect of the matrix on me."
Putting down the milk tea, Yang Qiu calmed his mind and entered a state of meditation.
The magic trick of meditation is a universal trick that concentrates the mind, opens all senses, and quickly absorbs magical factors. The threshold for use is very low, and ordinary people can also activate it normally with the help of runes.
Precisely because of its extremely low threshold for use, the "Meditation" rune is the most strictly banned technique, whether in human territory or in the kingdoms of orcs and elves.
The reason is very simple. Even if one does not call upon the name of the evil god, or is deceived by some evil ancient books to perform evil rituals, and just normally activates meditation runes to come into contact with magic power, the mental strength of ordinary people is not enough to resist the "madness" in magic power.
When they use runes to help them open the door to perceive magic, they gain not only a powerful force, but also a terrible mental storm that can make their fragile minds instantly lost...
Serious spellcasters are very cautious when using meditation to absorb magic power. Many spellcasters even have to rely on potions to maintain their sanity. What about ordinary people whose mental strength is far inferior to that of spellcasters?
Yang Qiu didn't know much about the territories of foreign races, but in the continent of Navalon where humans were the main race, every year one could hear rumors of some idiot in some place who was obsessed with mysticism and misused runes, and ended up killing himself, his entire family, and even his next-door neighbor...
In short…in this world where gods roam everywhere and extraordinary people are worse than dogs, power comes at a price.
Moreover, the price is often too heavy to bear.
Ten minutes later, Yang Qiu opened his eyes and a look of joy appeared on his face.
"My hard work paid off. The matrix anchor point is really powerful!"
The magic power absorbed quickly during meditation is a burden for Yang Qiu. Although he is not as worried about losing control as other spellcasters, he still has to spend his mind to resist the pollution in the magic power.
To put it simply, it's like... a normal spellcaster absorbing magic power, like a dehydrated person drinking water while enduring the continuous punches from a strong man.
Yang Qiu's words were like being beaten wildly with pillows by a group of naughty kids while enduring the nausea of ​​drinking water... Although it was much easier than being a normal spellcaster, it was definitely uncomfortable and he might choke if he was not careful.
While meditating under the blessing of the matrix anchor point, it was as if there was a layer of glass between him and the group of crazy naughty children; not only could he drink water in peace, but he could also watch the crazy and ugly appearance of those naughty children...
"The Great Mage Sprint that has been delayed for sixty years can now begin!"
Yang Qiu clenched his fist excitedly and meditated again...
Another one...
Another one...
After four consecutive meditations, Yang Qiu's magic power was so abundant that it overflowed, covering his entire body in a layer of faint blue light that seemed to be about to ascend to heaven...
"Stop, it's not good to go too far."
Yang Qiu shook his head, suppressing the urge to meditate again and again, and took out a fingernail-sized, finely polished bone fragment from the space ring, immersed himself in the carving of runes diligently...
These bone fragments are any of the three basic runes, "Elementary Meditation", "Elementary Battle Roar", and "Elementary Wind Control", which are engraved on the "game character" when the player reaches level one and unlocks it. After completing the job transfer task and becoming eligible to learn "skills", the new skills are physically loaded into the player's "game character"...
That's right, although a so-called "job transfer instructor" was arranged, Yang Qiu did not expect these players to have the patience to learn serious combat professional skills through the guidance of the job transfer instructor - if it was really hardcore enough to require players to spend years to learn a certain skill, these guys would definitely scold the dog planners and quit the game.
Therefore, Yang Qiu could only resort to cheating, by physically adding hardware to the "player character" so that these guys could easily "one-click" the top...
Runes were the simplest, crudest, and most wasteful way to use power. Players who "grew up" with this idea of ​​refining alchemical puppets would probably only be defeated by one out of ten genuine professional-level masters...
But this doesn’t mean that players can’t fight - there is an army that is not afraid of pain or death, and has an infinite resurrection rate with a one-hour CD. Who else can do that?
More than an hour later, Yang Qiu finished carving the bone fragments he had grabbed, and the magic power that had overflowed was almost consumed.
Yang Qiu took a breath and stopped working, then made another cup of milk tea. He vaguely felt that something was not quite right.
He quickly immersed his mind into the branding matrix...
"In almost two hours of game time, not a single player has tried to commit suicide? Have these guys changed their ways?"
Yang Qiu was surprised to spy on this group of the Fourth Disaster through the branding light spots...
Then he discovered that, except for a very small number of eccentric players who pursued excellence, 90% of the Fourth Calamity were actively working at various large construction sites.
Although this was originally driven by Yang Qiu, seeing such a spectacular brick-moving craze, Yang Qiu still felt a sense of accomplishment...
"It takes 5,000 reputation to get friendly with a high-level NPC, which is a lot of hard work. Even if you are a hard-working person who spends 12 or 24 hours online every day to gain reputation, the first batch of players who meet the bidding requirements will still need to work hard for at least three days."
The maximum usage time of twelve hours per Earth Day is clearly marked on the helmet. If the total online time in a single day exceeds this limit, you will be kicked out of the game and unable to log in.
The main reason for adding such a restriction is that Yang Qiu is afraid of encountering those players who are obviously extremely exhausted but just refuse to log off to rest... His game was originally opened to players in a borderline way, and if someone died, he would definitely be investigated and forcibly banned.
You can't twist your arms against your thighs, or you'll break bones easily...
"Within three days, those who can afford to spend money will find ways to snatch the copper coins produced by players, which will in turn motivate those who have nothing to do to move bricks... By the end of the National Day holiday, there is no need to worry about the online rate."
"After this wave of brick-moving craze is over... we have to open up the hidden tasks in a timely manner."
Through the branding matrix, Yang Qiu leisurely scanned the online players one by one, giving priority to the twenty-six people whose potential values ​​(mental power) were above forty.
Most of the 26 people were working as laborers, including his elder sister Yang Ying...
Yang Ying seemed to have met two friends in the game, and had been acting with them during his time online. At this moment, the three of them were squatting at the No. 4 zombie NPC in the southeast of the town, working hard on their tasks.
"My sister has met a wise man type of player."
Seeing that Yang Ying and the other two chose this zombie NPC to earn copper coins, Yang Qiu came to this conclusion.
It’s not that Yang Qiu thinks his sister has no IQ, but his sister is the kind of person who doesn’t care about details unless it involves issues of principle...
The task assigned by zombie number four is to clean up the river, which seems to be similar to the tasks assigned by other zombie NPCs and is all hard work. However, Yang Qiu, who personally sets repetitive tasks for these zombie NPCs, knows the ins and outs of this very well - the gravel and silt produced when cleaning up the river can be used as task items for the "collect building materials" task and handed over to zombie number six, which is not far from zombie number four.
In other words, they can complete three tasks in the time it takes others to complete two tasks.
Seeing Yang Ying chatting happily with the two female players while working hard on the task, Yang Qiu felt relieved and turned his gaze elsewhere.
The three veterans of the closed beta test were also moving bricks, fighting hard on the construction site hosted by Tuttle. Vanilla Pudding, who was originally working on the warrior mentor reputation, ran to do the zombie NPC mission like Miao Bishenghua.
Vanilla Pudding is a good player. Not only did he find an NPC with a price-performance ratio no less than that of Zombie No. 4 to complete the task, he also called a group of players who were probably his casual fans to work with him...
As soon as Yang Qiu looked over, he heard a player expressing his loyalty to Vanilla Pudding: "Don't worry, Mr. Vanilla, we will only sell the copper coins we earn to your friends and never to anyone else."
Yang Qiu: “…”
All right... Although this young man named Qin Guan has a bit less potential, he does have the qualities to be a big boss among the players. Yang Qiu estimates that if the guild is opened, this guy will definitely be the first person to build a team.
"However, the organization formed by the professional masters in this world is not called a guild... After the conditions are met, the player team form that is open to us should still be called an alliance. When in Rome, do as the Romans do."
Those named with "group" are either mercenaries or thieves, and those named with "guild" are either organized crime or cults. Most serious and decent organizations (or those that appear to be decent) will avoid these two naming methods.
For example, the Alchemist Association of alchemists is a mafia organization...
The organization composed of upright spellcasters is called the "Mage Tower".
The organization composed of upright walkers is called "Shadow of the Wind".
The various legal armed forces established by official organizations in various places are called "armies" for large ones and "teams" for small ones; the officially recognized legal civilian armed forces are various "alliances".
Although it is a bit out of place to call a player leader in a fantasy-themed game the leader of an alliance, Yang Qiu has at least proclaimed himself the Lord of the Tarantan Wasteland. In name, the player group that belongs to the legal civilian armed forces in his territory is still more appropriately called an "alliance" - Tarantan is bordered by the Kingdom of the Rhine on the left and the Principality of Shiga on the right. In the "mid-game", players will inevitably run into these two countries. If they use the name of an "association" as an organization, it will be detrimental to diplomacy.
As for whether the two human country neighbors can accept these undead players, Yang Qiu is not worried.
As long as the Fourth Scourge can take turns to attack the Sun Church a few times, it won't be difficult to solve the problem of whether Lord Tarantan is legitimate or not. Whether the neighbor is an undead is not a problem at all...
After watching how Qin Guan generously lured players to follow him to make money, Yang Qiu turned his attention to the third person he was paying attention to.
The first player in the game with ID "欧鳇", whose initial potential value was 54 and increased to 56 after a day of gaming, is currently... active in a hidden basement somewhere in Exile Town.
"You actually managed to find this place. You deserve to be the best player in the game." Looking at the player who was patiently and meticulously picking through the sundries in the basement, Yang Qiu couldn't help but sigh.
This player logged in one and a half hours after the server was opened. Excluding the time spent offline to eat and rest, he only completed the task of obtaining novice equipment once during his nearly twenty hours of online gaming time.
Someone who is qualified to climb Mount Everest at the age of 18 must be an extraordinary person. It is understandable that Yang Qiu despises the extra income from moving bricks, but he actually doesn't even want to gain the reputation of a job transfer instructor. This operation is a bit cowardly...
Although he didn't do any quests, the player was not idle. He ran all over the less than 1.5 square kilometers of Exile Town. He also went to see the giant rat in the south that was used to prevent players from running out of the valley. Well, he also contributed blood to the giant rat...
So far, the number of players who have died at the hands of the big rat is just as many as the number of players killed by the NPCs.
When Yang Qiu used the special offer of 9.9 yuan frozen chicken breast to lure this big rat from outside the valley and trapped it in the south of the town to guard the gate with black magic, he didn't expect that this demonized rat could be so deadly...
In short... Ouyang is a player with a completely different style from others and who is ambitious. He doesn't seem to be more interested in increasing his stats by brushing them than in exploring the game background. He is very persistent in hoping to discover things that other players have not discovered. He is indeed a suitable person to trigger hidden tasks and slowly bring out the "deep game background" that Yang Qiu wants to show off.
But Yang Qiu had no intention of letting the European sturgeon be the trigger for this hidden task.
Because this guy is too un-gamer-like - you don't do the mindless brick-moving tasks but you can trigger the hidden. What if other players think that this is the metaphysics that triggers the hidden? Who can Yang Qiu rely on for the reconstruction of Exile Town? !
We must not allow this kind of trend to develop!
We can only get along in harmony if we are willing to do the hard work!
Yang Qiu shifted his gaze expressionlessly and looked at the most active brick-moving king in the entire game.
There is no doubt that the player who is most active in completing tasks in the entire game is the studio owner with the ID "Eight in One Mouth".
This choice of person is also very... unscientific.
It is true that Yang Qiu likes the hard-working studio, but letting the studio dominate the market will also have a bad impact on the gaming culture.
Yang Qiu silently shifted his gaze again and looked at the non-studio player who was the most active in the task.
One of the three veterans of the closed beta test, who is working hard on the construction site led by Tuttle, gave me medicine.
Vanilla Pudding has to shoot video materials, run around to act as a guide and organizer for his passers-by fans, and Miaobishenghua has to travel around to complete tasks. Neither of them is as active as me in taking medicine.
"Okay...it's you." Yang Qiu narrowed his eyes. "If you can maintain this enthusiasm for the task after this auction, you will be the first person to trigger the hidden task."
Yang Qiu, who didn't feel at all that he was engaging in shameless behind-the-scenes manipulation, calmly stood up, walked out of the town hall, and summoned the undead horse to be released as an auction item.
And then... this guy rode his undead horse, leisurely and unhurriedly, and went around the large construction sites in a leisurely and unhurried manner.
Wherever he passed, no matter if it was players busy moving bricks or busy chatting and hanging out, the sound of "Wow" was heard everywhere.
To be able to stand out from the thousands of skeleton creatures in the dimensional demon world and be chosen by Yang Qiu, a high-level black magician, as a mount, this undead horse wearing black iron armor, with zombie-like skin and flesh, and eyes with cold purple light, must be very handsome, very handsome, super handsome...
When Yang Qiu rode his undead horse to the large construction site run by the Knight Instructor, a dozen players who were working hard to gain reputation with the Knight Instructor seemed to have stretched out their eager hands...
If the undead could make saliva, players who wanted to play the Death Knight would drown themselves in saliva alone.
Knight mentor Jerome was a handsome man with a full beard, but he still looked handsome. He was not only handsome, but also very humble and polite. When he saw the black magician Yang who provided them with food, he immediately stood up, took off his straw hat and bowed: "Good day, Mr. Yang."
"Good day, Jerome." Yang Qiu smiled and nodded in return. He got off the horse, led the undead horse to Jerome, and handed him the reins. "I'll hand the undead horse over to you. I hope you can find a good new owner for it."
After handing over the reins, Yang Qiu took off the crystal bead tied with animal tendons on his wrist and handed it to Jerome: "This is the crystal for summoning the undead horse. With it, even people who don't know the summoning spell can summon this horse easily."
Jerome swallowed his saliva, and said yes while taking the reins and summoning crystal...
It is not uncommon for summoned creatures to appear in the trading market. The demonic creatures that are rarely seen by ordinary people are not rare for high-level black magicians who can freely travel through the dimensional demonic world.
But Jerome still didn't understand why Yang asked him to be responsible for the distribution of the horse... He could see that Yang was an ambitious man who wanted to take over the Tarantan Wasteland. He intended to train (?) these unruly but unexpectedly spiritual undead into a more reliable and combat-capable undead army. But this should be a matter of demonstrating strength and winning the hearts of the undead. Why didn't Yang do it himself?
Even though he didn't understand, Jerome, who knew how to guess the mentality of those in power, still had the foresight to... tie the reins of the undead horse to the bulletin board.
Yang Qiu looked at the handsome bearded man with admiration. Yes, no special explanation was needed to know that he rode his horse through the city specifically to let these undead appreciate the heroic appearance of the undead horse. He was not stupid enough to use the summoning crystal to send the undead horse back to the dimensional demon world on his own initiative.
"You will have a hard time these days. Work hard. I have confidence in you." Yang Qiu patted Jerome's shoulder with satisfaction. "Come to the town hall to find me later. I need your opinion on some things."
Jerome automatically translated Yang Qiu's words into "Come to the town hall after get off work to collect your benefits" in his mind, and responded with a shy smile.
As soon as Yang Qiu left, the players who were trying to gain Knight Instructor reputation rushed over and took screenshots of this handsome black horse from all angles...
There are not so many players who want to play a knight. Most of these players who work hard to gain reputation come here to gain the qualification to bid and then resell the auction rights. The more attractive the undead horse is and the more bosses want it, the more they can use this opportunity to earn hard work fees!
Time passed slowly, and soon it was eleven o'clock in the evening Earth time. Some hardcore players who had been online for nearly twelve hours a day (Earth time) were driven by the constant disconnection notifications on their screens and hurriedly ran back to the resurrection point to log off.
As the game time had come to the time when high-level NPCs were off work, the Knight Mentor and Ranger Mentor no longer issued tasks. Players who were eager to gain reputation and bid for the right to bid but had not reached the limit of online time also returned to the resurrection point and logged off, preparing to recuperate and rest before fighting again.
Hal settled the mission rewards for the last two players, put all the mission items back into the tent, took some food, and went to find his most trusted Tattle.
All the players in Tuttle's place had left long ago. Seeing Hal coming over, he waved and said, "Is your place quiet?"
"It's quiet. Compared to the nightmare experience yesterday, today is much more relaxing." Hal said relaxedly.
The two men exchanged greetings as they sat down in the open space in front of Tuttle's tent, lit a fire, set up a pot, and threw instant noodles, dried vegetables, starch, ham and other ingredients into the pot.
Not long after, Pansy, the treasure expert who was also in charge of the construction work at the planned site of the Travelers' Guild, came with a bag of food to have a "dinner" with the two.
After the usual pleasantries, Hal lowered his voice and said, "Did you know that Yang gave the undead horse to Jerome?"
"I know. Those noisy undead have mentioned the undead horse so many times in the past two hours. I really want to smash their trembling jaws." Treasure expert Pansy said angrily.
Hal and Tuttle were both quite free during the half day, but he was the only one who was still annoyed by those undead who kept chattering even though they had no tongues.
Tuttle did not respond, seeming to be hesitant to speak.
"Don't get me wrong, old brother. I don't think Jerome will betray us. He is our brother and I trust him." Hal immediately defended himself.
"Of course, Hal." Tuttle nodded quickly.
Pansy was stunned, her eyes shifting back and forth between her two companions, but she didn't complain anymore.
Pansy, who has a somewhat irritable personality, is not stupid. A fool cannot become a treasure expert. It only took him a few short sentences to realize what was going on - their leader Hal was anxious because his position as leader was replaced by the black magician Yang.
The three people sitting around the campfire fell silent.
This strange atmosphere made Hal very uncomfortable... When the "Holy Crow" was about to lose its last territory, he really wanted to find a big tree to shelter from the wind and rain, and was ready to submit to someone - but what he could accept was that the "Holy Crow" depended on a reliable big tree, and he could not accept this big tree reaching out to the inside of the "Holy Crow"!
After a moment, Tuttle took the initiative to break the silence and said dimly: "I think... I think the black magician Yang is much more interested in those undead than in us."
Hal was stunned.
Then, the former thief leader, who had a neatly trimmed beard, couldn't hide the embarrassment on his face even if he bit his chin tightly...
Isn't it true - arranging them to perform inexplicable duties to find things for the undead, giving the undead coins, releasing the "Orb of Fraud" through Pansy, or releasing the undead horses through Jerome, in fact, Yang is trying his best to find ways to win over and subdue those dirty skeletons that emerged from the underground!
In contrast, they were only given accommodation, food, and tasks that even a child wouldn't easily make mistakes doing - each step was clearly arranged in the imprint matrix, without even having to use their brains!
"Ah, it's ready, let's eat it quickly." Pansy picked up the plate.
"Hmm, it smells so good." After poking Hal's self-esteem, Tattle tried to change the subject and actively picked up the fork to pick up instant noodles for his two companions.
Hal managed to suppress his embarrassment and forced a smile, "It smells really good, really good..."
Several players who were logging off to the resurrection point passed by from a nearby path and smelled a familiar scent. They looked at the NPCs who were sitting around having a meal with great surprise.
"Hey, is there something wrong with my sense of smell? Why does it smell like the NPC is eating instant noodles?"
"You smell instant noodles too? Holy shit, it really smells like instant noodles?!"
"Is it true that NPC eats instant noodles??"
These players turned in a different direction out of curiosity and moved closer to the NPCs having dinner together.
Three NPCs who seemed to be sitting leisurely eating, drinking and chatting turned their heads at the same time, and six bloodshot eyes looked at the group of players murderously and cruelly.
Players: “…”
"It feels like I'll get chopped if I get too close..." Player A asked in confusion, "What's going on? Why do these NPCs have such a strong desire to kill?"
Player B had an idea: "Could it be that what they are cooking in that pot is something that cannot be seen by others? I think it is definitely not instant noodles."
"Let's go and have a look, let's go and have a look, we are going to log off anyway, so if we die, we die!" Player C said nonchalantly.
A few seconds later.
“Die, you filthy undead——!”
"The NPC is really eating instant noodles! Is there something wrong with this game?!"
A few players who had just logged off from the resurrection point passed by nearby. When they saw the three NPCs howling and chasing them, they quickly moved away from them...
October 6, 2019, Earth time, the second to last day of the National Day holiday.
At six o'clock in the morning, many people struggled to get out of bed, unlocked their phones, turned on their computers, and logged into the same web page.
"Fuck, the pictures and videos I took yesterday can finally be downloaded!"
Players from all over the country cheered in unison.
Then… within just two hours, all kinds of screenshots/short videos of the game “Alien World” were uploaded to the well-known social networking sites on the Chinese Internet by these players who had been playing like crazy for a day and holding back for a day…
A few days ago, Vanilla Pudding’s video went viral and was criticized until it went viral, and it made its presence felt twice, attracting the attention of many passers-by. This time, when these screenshots/short videos were released, some netizens who were not originally game players took a closer look out of curiosity...so the popularity soared.
The initial popularity was somewhat ridiculous, because VR games are so niche, and it is difficult for ordinary people to connect these explosive screenshots/videos with games. The first question that climbed onto Zhihu's hot list was "What kind of movie is "Alien World"? Is it a Chinese film? The CG is awesome."
I don’t know how many “Otherworld” players burst into tears after seeing this most popular question…
Obviously, the players did not have enough patience to explain to netizens what "Another World" was. Many people just went to work on the game after posting, not knowing that passers-by netizens misunderstood their retaliatory posting as a promotion for the movie.
It was not until noon that a web writer with the pen name Miaobishenghua posted a short essay with pictures and text on Weibo. Thanks to his popularity in the web writer circle, it was quickly forwarded to the entire network, and the misunderstanding was finally resolved...
"Hello everyone, I am Miaobishenghua.
A few days ago, a financial tycoon's "fake black technology game to deceive Chinese people's feelings and cut foreign stock investors' leeks" became popular, attracting many onlookers who did not know the truth to criticize the black-hearted production team and portray my friend Vanilla Pudding as a pioneer of fraudsters. At that time, I had no strong evidence to defend my friend, so I could only remain silent.
Today, I can finally prove to all netizens with strong evidence: my friend Vanilla Pudding is definitely not an unscrupulous anchor who takes any money he wants, and has never dealt with scammers or economic criminals.
The game "Alien World" is a real, ultra-modern VR online game developed by a Chinese production team. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a black technology. The following are screenshots of the player's game character and the human NPC in the game that I personally took in the game. The pictures have not been processed in any post-production and challenged any detection tools. The actual video is attached at the end of the article. "
Below this passage are several photos taken from a first-person perspective.
The first one is naturally a "group photo" of more than 200 players crowded at the birth point during the internal test of the server. Although the skeletons with full sense of reality and unique patina of the times cannot show any expression, their movements are very vivid, and it can be seen that the screenshots are by no means static.
Next... are the photos of players who were experiencing the holographic real-life game for the first time, running around like crazy on the streets of Exile Town... Miao Penshenghua also took a super weird photo of a player who was thrown into the air and was awkwardly picking up his own bones.
Finally, there are a series of screenshots of the front faces of high-level NPCs - in order to capture the clear front faces of these NPCs, I spent half the day yesterday and didn’t have time to complete the task properly.
“Players can only create undead characters. This setting may be a kind of insistence of the production team. I believe that after the main quest is released, the production team should give us a reasonable explanation in the game background. From the super detailed high-level NPC models released so far, the production team is fully capable of making character models that absolutely meet the requirements of players.
The production team has put a lot of effort not only into character modeling, but also scene details, day and night changes, and even NPC life details. If the player does not clearly know that he is playing a game, he might think that he has traveled to a real alien world and turned into a real undead.
I can be considered an old gamer who has been playing games for more than ten years. I have played a lot of PC and console games both at home and abroad. "Alien World" is the most attentive, immersive, and self-developed game with the strongest engine I have ever seen. The reason why I think the game engine is self-developed by the production team is because there is no other game in the world that has even a little trace of "Alien World".
Facts speak louder than words. I believe that now that the content of "Another World" is becoming more and more open and transparent, no one will insist that it is a scam. I also believe that no one will throw unfounded dirty water on my friend anymore.
Unless... this person has ulterior motives."
As for this short essay by Miao Bi Sheng Hua, it seems that it doesn’t say anything at first glance. You have to think carefully to understand how much implicit meaning this online writer has hidden between the lines...
Why is this purely domestically produced black-tech VR game, which was produced with great care by a domestic production team, being attacked by the entire network?
The true taste comes out when you taste it carefully.
I took five minutes to write this brilliant essay while I was offline for lunch, and then I opened Weibo to read the replies before going online.
Countless people helped @that financial tycoon in the comments, but that financial tycoon did not respond.
Miaobishenghua smiled proudly, closed Weibo, put on his helmet and entered the game.
Two hours later, Ke Jingguo, an academician of the Institute of Brain Science of the Huazhong University of Science and Technology, who was busy in the laboratory, received a call from his leader.
"Lao Ke... Has brain science advanced to the point where we can use brain waves to play games?" On the other end of the phone, the leader's own tone was uncertain.
"What a joke!" Academician Ke was not polite at all just because the other party was a leader.
The leader was silent for a while, then said quietly, "Please check your mailbox."
"I looked back."
"You watch it now."
Academician Ke has a straightforward temper, but it is not right for him to go against his leader over such a small matter. After hanging up the phone, he did not rush back to the laboratory. Instead, he turned on his computer and checked his emails with an impatient look on his face.
The leader asked his secretary to send him a collection of real-life videos of the so-called "brainwave control game" from different perspectives, edited from videos uploaded by multiple players.
Academician Ke: “???”
Academician Ke quickly took out his cell phone and called his leader back. As soon as the call was connected, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Who came up with this?! Which country's scientist?"
On the other end of the phone, the leader was silent for a long, long time...