Blessings to the beautiful stars

Seven years is a long time.

Zuo Wu has already discovered that the line in his field of vision floats on the top of the layer all day long, telling that this world is the prompt text of the script, and it will change its intensity according to the "nature" of the people around him.

If the other party was a real person who was brought into the script by Ran Luo, like Ai Shanshan and the others, then that line of characters would become a little clearer in his eyes.

And if the other party is a character imitated by Infinite Divine Machine, the shade of that line of characters will fade slightly.

This medium scale allows Ranluo to handle it just right, so that his sense of substitution in the script will not be damaged, and it also allows him to abide by the agreement to remind himself of the nature of this world at all times.

...even handled too well.

There have been countless times.

In a series of battles against Guangming Xinghai, Zuo Wu was submerged in mountain-like cheers again and again. Although he knew in his heart that it was a script, the stimulation of his brain was not a fake, immersed and fascinated.

And cheers and recognition are always two-way street.

The real people brought into the script are all soldiers under his command in reality and members of the scientific research team.At the beginning of the illusion, because the distance between them and her was just right, they were snatched in by Ranluo.

The nascent gods don't know even a sliver of this world, so they construct countless details in this script based on their memories.In return, they were also given some privileges as script players.

"Privilege" - for fighters, it is the sweet taste of drinking victory after victory, and there are almost unlimited rewards that must be honored.

For the scientific research team, there are endless research resources that can be created out of nothing, and experimental conditions that will not be shattered no matter how much they do, and there is no danger of revealing a basket that no one can hide.

gradually.

In the first few years of the script, Zuo Wu received many prayers and applications for returning to reality.But now, time has passed, and such applications have been endangered in previous years.

It's been a long time since I received an email with a similar subject.

at this time.

Zuo Wu is heading towards the office occupied by Ai Shanshan, which contains all the deduction of Siren in recent years about how to escape from the void after returning to reality.

However, the deduction in previous years was still very formal.All kinds of mind maps and modeling of the void filled countless hard drives, and also ruined an unknown amount of AI.

But recently, more and more mind maps have been written on paper——

Real paper, made of plant and mineral fibers, is packaged as a luxury in the real Milky Way by means similar to "diamond marketing". Every piece of paper that leaves the factory has countless virtual certificates to prove its value.

Ai Shanshan didn't dare to use it at all before, but now he has accumulated a lot of small books, bound the mind maps he drew into a booklet, and put bookmarks in the shape of leaf veins.

There is also her office, which has always been as neat as a musical score, with various equipment stacked in categories to maximize the use of space. I don’t know when a corner was cleared out to place all kinds of beautiful pens.

Good-looking is good-looking.

How can the efficiency of handwriting be better than that of AI?Zuo Wu knew that Ai Shanshan had a subconscious bias towards reality and the script.

Same with myself.

Looking up, this piece of palace that belongs to me is bold and spacious, with no end in sight in the literal sense, and the inside is extremely exquisite.

It seems that there was once a great architect who carefully crafted the space itself. You can walk anywhere you want within a few steps, and you can go around in it, lingering for a lifetime.

Today, before going to the deduction office in Mount Aishan to check whether Levina was absent from work, Zuo Wu wanted to take a walk and see more about his subordinates here.

...they are like ants.

As long as Zuo Wu thinks, the carefully crafted space can perfectly cover his tracks, and no one will notice his gaze, so he can observe to his heart's content.

Zuo Wu couldn't help but stop in front of a conference table, and the participants seemed to be discussing the issue of the victory of General Dutzi.

Getting closer, their differences actually made Zuo Wu feel more cordial.

A struu worm from Xizhuang Luge was aggressive, and his compound eyes showed a bit of cunning: "The blunt general is fine, the key is the etiquette to welcome our princess!"

The other robot kept shaking his head, with a compassionate and respectful expression: "After all, Princess Della ran out secretly, and the etiquette is not in line with the situation. Therefore, it is better to use the general as the protagonist."

There is also a gaseous creature with a soft voice like a gust of wind, calling out: "The general and the princess are mother and daughter, so there is no need to distinguish them so clearly...?"

Nobody listens to him.

Only the cunning in the eyes of the worm and the compassion on the face of the robot are incompatible.

Zuo Wu listened to their argument, and subconsciously raised his head to glance at the sky - this is his own palace, which is also the complex of the capital.

The starships that usually pass by above are constantly flowing, but now traffic control has begun, in order to welcome the triumphant return of the expeditionary force.The victory brought back was so dazzling that it masked all dissonance.

Including why they didn't take advantage of the victory against Guangming Xingxinghai, and what kind of grudges did Xindilian have with the other side?Why was the great offensive stopped abruptly, and why was this triumph so abrupt?

These questions are all because Zuo Wu knew that he was not straightforward, and he also thought of many plans to deal with possible public opinion, but none of them were used. Everyone seemed to care about the details.

Zuo Wu folded his arms and listened, his thoughts and traffic control floated to the sky.

Blunt was ordered to return triumphantly by himself, which meant that Della would also come back.

Many people were drawn into this script by Ran Luo, but the second princess was missing among the people close to him.Maybe it's because the second princess is Gu Sha's contractor, or she, who can exceed the speed of light, runs so fast that she can't even catch Luo Luo.

As a result, Della lost her training partner to go outside the galaxy, so that Chongniang could only work hard on her own.Regardless of his own objection, he sneaked onto the starship of Blunt Expedition.

Ordering the blunt man to return triumphantly also meant urging Della to go home quickly.

The result was the small quarrel I witnessed today, Zuo Wu exhaled, and then looked at the suit on the eyeworm, and the compassionate expression of the robot.

One can imagine why they maintain such a position, the worms are supporting their queen, and the robots are fighting for the status of AI.

Ha, why does Unlimited Magic Machine make every aspect of the script so realistic, even such factional struggles have to be restored in this way?
……and many more.

Zuo Wu suddenly realized a problem, that was, he had been peeping here for so long, and he even forgot to verify among the participants, who was the fiction of the script and who was the real person?
This is something that can be seen at a glance. After all, it has become my instinct to analyze the light and dark lines of the prompt text in the horizon. Why didn't I think of it today.

Zuo Wu pursed his lips, drawing light and dark lines, and the identities of several people were ready to be revealed.

……what.

Unexpectedly, the bugman and the machine are both virtual, and the gaseous creature who has been trying to persuade the fight is the real person.

It stands to reason that the gaseous creatures are just a small accident when burning radish to find people. After being pulled into the script, they experienced emergency brainwashing and seven years of infection before they reluctantly integrated into the new emperor alliance in the script.

But on the conference table, the gaseous creature's persuasive expression was so happy.

Zuo Wu didn't know what to say for a moment, and suddenly felt like sitting on pins and needles, wanted to leave, but was very irritable, no longer wanted to cover his figure, and felt that all this was meaningless.

Today seems to be a good day to meet acquaintances.

When he stumbled out of the hidden space, Zuo Wu bumped headlong into someone's arms, sticky and boneless, with a strange mask on his face.

It's nesting fever.

Zuo Wu was stunned for a moment before he remembered his name, stared at his blankness for a moment, and chuckled: "Wo Jinre, you haven't sent me a proposal to return to reality for several years, right?"

"I, I..." Wo Jinre was tongue-tied.

Zuo Wu sighed, put away the pleasure of revenge and confusion that flashed in his heart, shook his head, and patted the soft creature's shoulder again: "Really, Wo Jinre. I haven't seen you for many years. Where is Rong Liangyuan? Where is he? "

Woking straightened his mask: "I...I was going to see him. He retired and was given an apartment."

retire?
Rong Liangyuan, the ambitious mercenary leader who has been working hard for a long time, will retire?
Zuo Wu thought for a while, and suddenly became curious.There is this advantage in the script. It has been seven years, and I have not felt the slightest weakening or aging of my body.The margin of time is almost unlimited, and of course I can have the luxury of thinking about it all the time.

in this way.

Zuo Wu pointed to the apartment building in front of him: "OK, go up and have a seat."

"No... not very honored!" Woking said so, he trembled so nervous that the mask on his face was a little skewed, turned around, and led the way.

Just before leaving.

Zuo Wu passed through the carved space and glanced at the conference table.The meeting was noisy and noisy, apparently no conclusions were reached, the atmosphere was anxious, and the fire and water gradually boiled over.

The virtual bugman and the virtual machine refused to accept each other, and they pushed and shoved towards the door, as if they wanted to block each other's mouth with their fists. There were more than three people in the conference room, and they represented their respective identities. faction.

soon.

In Nuo Da's conference room, there was only that gaseous creature left. Zuo Wu had never discovered that the expressions of gaseous creatures could be so vivid and sparse.

then.

The gaseous creature pulled out from his arms, and actually took out an "eyeball".

The eyeballs are loaded with horizons, and the text that reminds others that they are virtual will only be displayed on the necessities of life, the horizons.

The gaseous creature is not equipped with a vision, which means that he has not been able to identify the real body of the participants.Perhaps, this memory is just a dream of his, and he can't and doesn't want to tell which is real.

At this moment, the gaseous creature looked at the eyeball and the field of vision integrated in it again, but it was not assembled into the body, but put away directly.

At the same time, there is also the incomparably real and vivid loneliness on the face of the gaseous creature.

He put on that condescending look again, which also covered up the distorted comfort, and stood up buoyantly and heavily, joining in the vividness of the mess in the distance. (end of this chapter)