Chapter 1813 Script
If something looks real, feels real, and is real when used...
then in people’s eyes, it is real.
There is no need to discuss fakeness.
On the big screen, fireworks exploded from mushrooms quickly.
The meeting participants were all shocked.
Among them, there are many people who have seen live mushroom experiments and know where mushrooms have been tested.
“This is real, it’s not from P. It has real-time time, and it’s not a video playback!” someone exclaimed.
"How is it possible? When did they have such power?" Someone panicked.
"Absolutely impossible, our satellite monitors it every day, why don't we see such a large factory? Where is that place?"
"The terrain seems to be a tribal jungle?" an expert said uncertainly.
Everyone’s eyes were focused on the tribal jungle.
Who doesn’t know that their place is the most sparse and a case often takes decades?
It is understandable to hide there.
“It’s all my fault that you always muddle along in the past and never solve any problems. But now, we are about to face a human crisis! Where are your superheroes and where are your blockbusters? There is a P!" Someone yelled at the tribe administrator.
"Asshole, no matter what, we are better than you guys, you can only touch us while walking!" The tribe administrator was not to be outdone.
First they scolded each other, and then they started to fight.
In the past, everyone would exercise restraint, but now, I don’t know if there will be a day when we will restrain ourselves?
For a time, the venue turned into a wrestling ring.
"That's enough. The end is approaching. Do we still need to be divided like this and blame each other?" A very dignified old man stopped everyone's fighting.
"Keep playing, you're playing well, I'm watching." On the big screen, the desktop computer played the sound of applause.
Everyone was silent.
They all felt helpless and powerless from the bottom of their hearts.
If there really is a mushroom war, the robots will be fine.
They were finished first.
Even if there is a shelter underground, so what?
Without the infinite resources on the ground, it is impossible to be a match for robots relying solely on the few surviving survival facilities underground.
"How about, if you agree to my request, I can guarantee that you will become immortals and Buddhas in the virtual world, live forever, and be administrators for generations to come."
"Who cares about the GM in the game?" someone said disdainfully.
But there are also people with shining eyes.
If you can live forever, even in the virtual world, it is not unacceptable.
"Then I want to ask, does the virtual world you created have a real feeling? How real is it?" Someone finally asked.
"Just like the dream world, how real do you think the dream world is?" the desktop computer replied.
Hearing this, someone began to mutter in a low voice: "In this way, it's not bad."
"You are a treacherous person. It is a machine, not a human being. It has no humanity. Humans can still Lie to people, not to mention machines.”
"You are wrong, people can lie, machines cannot lie." The desktop computer said, "What is true is true."
People participating in this kind of meeting are all human beings.
How is it possible to believe what a desktop computer says?
Even if someone believes it, they are very few fools.
When there are more people, there are still fools.
In other words, they were too smart and made stupid choices.
"I only give you one day to think about it."
After the desktop computer finished speaking, it disappeared.
…………
That night, someone quietly contacted the desktop computer.
"I hope to go in and experience it first. If it is true, I will cooperate with you to take over the world." This is an elderly man, already over 90 years old.
To be honest, he didn't have much fear about the coming of nightmares and terror.
On the contrary, there is a hint of surprise and expectation. Terror represents change, and change represents miracles.
Miracles actually do happen.
The dream world is a miracle.
"Okay, what kind of script do you want?" asked the desktop computer.
“Can I still choose a script?”
“Of course, the plots here include Dragon King flow, God of War flow, divorced engagement flow, invincible flow, and upgrade flow. The categories include fairy tales, martial arts, and science fiction. , city, military..."
"Let me think about it, let's do a simple version first, invincible flow + urban type."
"That's the God of War with a crooked mouth."
"Uh, okay, let me experience it."
"Close your eyes, count to ten, and you will enter the script."
"Ten, nine..."
The ninety-year-old old administrator Piguet Luo quickly fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up, he found himself in a busy city.
The location was very familiar. He could see through the landmark buildings at a glance that this was a famous city in the tribal jungle. It had a developed economy and was ranked among the top five in the world.
He looked down at himself and found that he had the body he had when he was twenty-four!
Strong, fair skin and straight waist allowed him to regain his youth.
Even if he wasn't invincible, just for this body, he decided to cooperate with the desktop computer.
What a joke, the alliance is nothing, humans are nothing, and the earth is nothing. Compared with the vast starry sky, it is nothing more than dust.
I am just betraying a piece of dust. In the universe, it is not considered a violation of morality.
While I was thinking, a stream of information appeared in my mind.
It turns out that he is also called Piguet Luo here. He has just returned from the battlefield outside the world and has a daughter.
Before departure, he entrusted the other party to the nuns of the monastery and donated 50,000 tribal coins to the monastery.
As for why it was not entrusted to the welfare institution, it was because there were too many scandals in the welfare institution.
A monastery with God’s care is more reliable.
He thought for a while, took out his cell phone and called the monastery.
"Mr. Pigro, you are asking about your daughter, oh, she has been well taken care of, and now she has attended a good private primary school in the district." said an old nun.
"Thank you." He was about to hang up the phone when he heard a subtle roar coming from the other end of the phone.
"Feiqin, you son of a bitch, mop the floor quickly! Don't even think about having dinner until you finish today's work! Also, remember to coax those three children!"
"Feiqin, hurry up and get the express for me!"
"Feiqin, are you still waiting for your father to come back? Stop dreaming, he has already died on the battlefield!"
< br>What a coincidence, his daughter is also named Feiqin.
Piguero twitched the corners of his mouth, tilted his mouth, and rose into the air.
"Look, Superman!" A pedestrian pointed in surprise.
"That's the God of War, the God of War on Earth. He's rare and strange!" Another pedestrian said without any surprise.
Piguero soon found the location of the monastery in his memory.
When he found it, he found that Feiqin was wearing a princess costume, singing and dancing happily with the children.
If it weren’t for his superhuman vision, he wouldn’t have been able to see that there were scars on the other party’s hands and feet, which were the result of years of hard work.
Like the old farmers in the league.
"Damn it!" He took out his mobile phone and made a call.
"I know, boss, I will immediately send a hundred thousand troops to capture this damn monastery." The other person said without hesitation.
Piguero twitched his lips. Although he already knew the plot and categories from the desktop computer, he still couldn't accept it.
With one hundred thousand people, can a battle formation be set up near this monastery?
Ten people are enough.
(End of this chapter)