Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 203 Games
Zuo Wu felt that Gou Yizhan, who had just recovered his human form from a mess of black lines, was in good spirits in what he saw as a boundless pure white high-dimensional space.

At least he was no longer as decadent as he was in the auction, and he was in high spirits, as if he had just met a rare confidant and spent another pleasant afternoon tea time together.

The ancient painting Qingkong pulled him back into human form from a tangle of high-dimensional threads, which is probably equivalent to pulling him up from the tea table. No wonder he feels aggrieved here.

The whole person has become much more lifelike, and the fact that he can still have such vitality after receiving a call to create a god is a proof of his status as a "god".

It's a pity that Gou Yisheng only dispelled a little confusion, and his inner madness due to the loss of the "Tao Worm" staff has not been fundamentally improved.

A madman with a lot of spirit is certainly not as useful as a scientist.

Zuo Wu moved his legs holding Ai Shan on the mountainside, and the sea monster gave him the microphone permission of the ancient painting Qingkong with a tacit understanding, and the mecha also grabbed Gou Yizhan and handed it to him:

"Gou Yisheng, can you get in touch with Professor Marika?"

Gou Yisheng probably already recognized Zuo Wu and his party sitting in the clear sky in the ancient painting, and waved his hands with increasing disgust when he heard this:
"I'm having a drink with the professor. How can I have a good time if I can't communicate? Let go quickly. The game between me and the professor has just entered a critical stage. It would be a pity to be interrupted by you."

Guhua Qingkong, who was addicted to playing cards and board games, suddenly became interested, and asked Zuo Wu first: "Game? What game?"

Gou Yisheng snorted a few times, he seemed to have great patience with all creatures except normal people:

"I think this is a 'running game' with the theme of creation. Marika is discussing with me whether the golden land of her dream can last for a long time."

Running group is a role-playing board game. Listening to Guhua Qingkong, I became more and more interested.

The hands are getting tighter and tighter.

Zuo Wu raised his eyebrows: "You said you created a civilization, and that's how you shared your experience with Marika... Gu Huaqingtian, relax a little; he shouldn't be crushed to death, but he might not be able to speak."

Ai Shanshan looked back at Zuo Wu helplessly, he could not rely on the vibration of the air to speak in the void; when Gou Yimo conveyed his thoughts, there was no need to pretend to open his mouth.

Perhaps this is also a sign that he has not fully recovered his sanity.

Gou Yisheng nodded and shook his head, not caring at all that his waist was being pinched down by the excited Qingkong, and the internal organs were being squeezed to the upper and lower ends of his body,

And his voice transmitted to the inside of the ancient painting Clear Sky has not changed at all, it seems that he is indeed not speaking with his lungs:
"Unfortunately, I seem to have some experience in creating civilizations, that's all. You know, my brain is not very bright recently, and I recovered a little after being blown into the void, only a little bit."

"So, I was pleasantly surprised to see Marika, a talking flame; and we said that we were playing games, but in fact, the professor was sorting out the mind map for me, so that I could recall more things."

As he said that, Gou Yisheng tapped Guhua Qingkong's finger: "So, please let me go if there is nothing else. I just recovered a little bit of memory in the running game, and I don't want to just forget it like this."

Guhua Qingkong said in a deep voice: "Why don't you tell me some of your game content, and I can also help you save files here, your brain and my hard disk, both of which are saved correctly - I must be more reliable than you .”

Shen Sheng to Shen Sheng, the fingers of this beautiful creation were gradually loosened under the control of Ai Shanshan; the strong wind of the void swept through, and gradually blew Gou Yishan's body back to a messy black line in a pure white.

The mecha, including the passengers inside, are all creatures in the three-dimensional world, and it is only because of Zuo Wu's absorption that they will not be annihilated in the strong wind of the void; even the warmth of Marika is swaying, as if it will be blown out at any time.

Gou Yisheng felt that the "wind" was very pleasant, and after listening to the words of the ancient painting Qingkong, after thinking about it, he actually broke back the fingers that were gradually loosening the mecha from his body:

"Wait, wait, you're right. I haven't found my Taowurm staff, so I'm destined to be unable to stay in the void for a long time. It's impossible to forget it after I go out."

"That's right, that's right."

"Just now I was talking to Professor Marika about ancient video games."

Old video games?Ai Shanshan's face collapsed after hearing this, what does this have to do with what Gou Yiming said about "creating the world"?
Could it be another day where mental patients would digress while chatting?What's the point of listening to it now?
In an instant, the image of the ancient painting Qingkong changed from a powerful war creature in Siren's heart to a kid sitting in front of a toy shelf.

There is not much time now, Ai Shanshan sighed, no matter how reluctant Guhua Qingkong was, it was like operating it to completely let go of Gou Yizhan.

But Zuo Wu's feet pinched her waist again: "Don't worry, listen to what he has to say; I always feel that the key clue to press back the already exploded God of Creation will be in his words."

And now, Gou Yide is probably the only reliable way to establish communication with Marika who has melted into the warmth;

Marika should not be aimless.

So many people are dying outside, driven by his own death-hating nature, the professor has no shortage of thoughts to prevent the spread of the Creation Mantra, and since he is in the void, he may have long been thinking of a solution to the explosion through the high-dimensional world.

Even this method may be hidden in the "game" of the same hook and death.

Guhua Qingkong breathed a sigh of relief, quietly raised his favor towards Zuo Wu by a few percentage points, and continued:
"An old game? How old is it? The one that can't be fully submerged like Dilian thousands of years ago, and can only be played through a small screen, keyboard and mouse?"

Full immersion is to fully immerse human senses in the game through neural connections, like a real dream, and completely control the senses of sight, hearing, taste, smell, and touch.

Gou Yisheng rubbed his chin: "No, the 'ancient game' I said meant a 'limited' game;"

"There can only be a specific level and a specific range; players cannot go beyond the limitations of the game, and can only carry out activities in the developer's design."

The ancient painting is clear: "So; then the 'modern game' you refer to is a game that uses supercomputers to continuously expand possibilities and always create endless new things in the illusory? I don't like it."

"This kind of 'infinite game' will always be designed by supercomputers in the end, and the infinite tends to be 'reasonable', very rational, and very boring; I might as well just think about it myself."

"I prefer to experience the designer's ingenuity in the 'ancient games'."

There is a rare trace of excitement in the eternally dignified voice of the beautiful creation:
"For example, in Emperor Union thousands of years ago, when game designers made a scene where a group of people took a train through a tunnel, the usual method was to keep the train stationary and the tunnel outside the window to move, so as to position the model and position the light and shadow;"

"It's still an example about the subway. The engine of a certain game can't create the effect of the subway speeding underground, so the train is made into the head equipment for manipulating the character, so that the character can ride the locomotive and gallop underground!"

"For another example, earlier, when all kinds of creations were quite primitive, in order to save functions, the clouds in the sky and the grass on the ground were different colors of the same thing; there was also music that was also restricted by functions, and the producers at that time used How many repertoires are played by eight-figure notes!"

The ancient painting Clear Sky almost breaks Gou Yizhan's waist:

"This kind of game is like this. Chasing the 'infinite' reality with the 'limited' illusion, and even surpassing the infinite, this is the most romantic thing in the entire galaxy!"

Ai Shanshan was stunned for a moment, does the ancient painting clear sky also understand romance?Its romantic outlook is almost the same as that of Zuo Wu behind him.

And Zuo Wu thinks more - chasing the infinite world with a limited posture?Aren't all creatures in the galaxy like this?
The speed of light is limited, but creatures want to conquer the endless sea of ​​stars; life is limited, but creatures always walk to every corner of the sea of ​​stars.

The law is also limited, but some people just want to make up for all injustices in the world.

I didn't expect the "game" loved by the ancient painting Qingkong to have such a momentum; yes, it is only a few square meters square with the chessboard laid out by the insect laborers.

However, there are some grand themes that have covered the entire universe, and there are also murder scenes that are so small that even the direction of the wind and the rolling gravel on the ground are taken into consideration.

Very interesting.

There are also 10,000+ novels in my mind, isn't it trying to create a magnificent world and story with a mere million words?

The amount of data added up to 10,000+ novels cannot occupy a small corner of the storage space of one's horizon; who would have imagined that they already contain so many 'worlds'.

With the blessing of imagination, they probably have the breadth of games that are constantly calculated by supercomputers, or even surpass them.

Gou Yizhan's eyes also lit up.

What he gained today was really good. Not only did he regain a little sanity after being thrown into the void, but he also gained two friends who could talk.

Chasing the infinite with the limited?

Gou Yisheng tasted these words, and lay down his broken waist in the hands of Guhua Qingkong with great joy.

No.

Instead of lying down, the concept of up, down, left, and right has been blurred in this high-dimensional world. The vastness here is several orders of magnitude larger than the real world.

It's like how grand the real world is compared to those ancient games, trapped in a virtual LCD screen.

Reality?

game?

Gou Yizhan's eyes became clearer and clearer, and suddenly a little bit of moist tears welled up.

Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, fell into the pure white void, turned into chaotic lines and floated further away, never to disappear again.

"Your name is Guhua Qingkong, right? You also love games, and you also love 'Limited'," Gou Yimo murmured in a low voice:

"But let me ask you, do you think our world is 'limited' or 'infinite'?"

Guhua Qingkong was stunned: "...the radius of the universe may exceed 11 trillion light-years, this conclusion has not been overturned in the past thousand years; such a large scale, compared to such a small us, should be considered infinite .”

Gou Yiyan nodded: "Yes, we are so small in such a large space, the world should be infinite compared to us."

"I think, if those NPCs in the ancient games also had thoughts, they probably had the same thoughts."

In the void, the turbulent currents created for the Chuangshen Calligraphy are still blowing.

Marika's warmth swayed a few more times.

Gu Hua was silent in the clear sky, and then said coldly to Gou Yizhi, "You might as well make your words clearer."

Gou Yisheng just grinned: "You love games, and you know that the creator's ingenuity is using the finite to simulate the infinite, and using various light and shadow effects to cover up the fact that the game world is illusory."

"Most of the time they are indeed successful. No matter how poor the quality of the world they create, they can always give us a sense of immersion while arousing people's imagination;"

"It's like a little more ancient drama. The actors on the stage obviously only have a few flags on their backs, but they can always simulate thousands of troops."

"However, there is a word called 'playing'."

"The 'limitation' of the game maker is finally used to the end, and there is no way to cover up the falsehood, so that the unreasonableness of the whole world is fully exposed."

The ancient painting is clear and silent.

Gou Yisheng licked his lips: "The ancient painting Qingkong, you said that you appreciate the ingenuity of the game maker, but when you discover the secrets of the subway tunnel, or when the character wearing the locomotive equipment, what kind of game do you use to carry out the game?" perspective?"

"It's the perspective of 'playing', which transcends the original limitation given to you by the creator; it's like when you enjoy a drama, you have to look at the front of the play, and you must go to the side and observe the staff hidden behind the background board. "

"And this kind of perspective of 'playing' is occasionally encountered by characters controlled by players;"

"For example, while walking, the detection of the collision volume suddenly failed, and the whole person walked into the mountains and buildings; then found that the model was empty and there was nothing, turned around, and there was still a false traffic outside the model;"

"It's like walking, and suddenly stepped on a piece of ground that has not been modeled, and then fell into the ground, into an abyss with nothing—"

"Fall into a void."

This kind of annoying thing should be known to all players of ancient games; it is commonly known as game loopholes, and it is not uncommon to fall from the ground into the center of the earth.

But Gou Yisheng specifically mentioned the void?Also compared with the real world?

Zuo Wu was stunned, and suddenly wanted to laugh: "Are you saying that this void is a place we shouldn't set foot in because of the loopholes in the world?"

"No," Gou Yisheng shook his head: "I'm saying that our world is a virtual game,"

"It's too normal to have loopholes like void... Yes, hahaha, game, game!"

"I remembered! The Taowurm I created is the first civilization in the entire galaxy to discover that the entire world is just a game!"

(End of this chapter)