The Wallfacer: Everyone wants to break through my wall.

Lin Feng pondered for a moment, and based on the director's response, he roughly understood what was going on.

The Space Force possesses the meticulousness characteristic of soldiers, but this also limits their thinking. It's like how ancient people emphasized Sun Tzu's Art of War and troop deployment, but no general considered how to deal with meteorites or missiles falling from the sky.

The current high command of the Space Force has not broadened their horizons. They have no idea what a real space war should look like. They don't know about two-dimensional foils, light particles, or the Great Wall of Black Holes that stretches across light-year scales to prevent two-dimensionalization.

The conflict between humanity and the Trisolarans is nothing more than two kids playing house in the grand scheme of things.

Lin Feng said, "I understand. This matter concerns the future of all mankind. There is no distinction between the Taylor system and the Alliance. I will send you the information on the technology upgrade for the Trisolaran fleet later."

"Thank you for your help," the director's team said sincerely.

Given the current polarized situation, the director's team didn't have high hopes that Lin Feng would agree to their request.

After ending the communication, Lin Feng sent a message to Edith.

"Edith, type up a document for me and send it to the Space Force Command."

……

The virtual space exercise proceeded as scheduled, with the Trisolaran fleet confronting the human fleet.

The current human fleet is much more complex in structure than before, including the Taylor system, the Space Force, the player community, the Space City Joint Fleet, the Planetary Alliance Fleet, the International Trade Fleet, and so on.

Since generating warships through virtual space exercises is free, as the political significance of virtual space exercises has increased, space cities, Earth, and Mars have all joined in.

"Hahaha, this is awesome! I've wanted to blow up the sun for ages. Now that we have antimatter weapons in our equipment, I'm going to blow up every star I see."

As soon as Lao Wang entered the game, he looked at the sun, which was half an astronomical unit away from him, and his once quiet heart began to stir.

He now has an antimatter bomb that can explode the sun with a single shot!

"Screw the sun! Can't you see we're still in the solar system? If you mess around and cause the entire fleet to be wiped out, don't blame us for ganging up on you after the exercise ends."

The commander of the player fleet was cursing in the channel, and other fleet members also warned Lao Wang.

"Boss, I didn't say we should blow it up now, don't be so aggressive," Old Wang said weakly.

Old Wang, who had just been eager to try, immediately calmed down.

There's nothing he can do; if he doesn't calm down, someone else will. It's better not to make a fool of himself.

The player fleet set sail, heading towards the outer solar system, while the fleet commander made a call over the channel.

"The Trisolaran fleet also possesses technologies such as sophons, gravitational waves, and neutron degenerate materials. We cannot be complacent just because they are equipped with antimatter weapons. Everyone should be on high alert and prepare to evacuate the solar system. Expanding the battle line is the safest option, allowing us to attack or defend as needed, and to fight or run away as needed."

No one objected to this decision, as this strategy has always been used in the virtual space exercises they participate in.

Besides their fleet, the other fleets in the human fleet also chose to leave the solar system. Even though they have now been equipped with antimatter equipment and are all antimatter warships, no one has chosen to stay and fight the Trisolaran fleet head-on.

The fleet that Lao Wang was in traveled for about half a day towards the outer solar system without being attacked along the way.

"Strange, why hasn't the Trisolaran fleet launched an attack? Logically speaking, they should have launched an offensive by now," a fleet member asked curiously.

They were on guard against any possible firefights along the way, and had even decided who should be sacrificed to cover the rear, but in the end, nothing happened.

This was unusual, according to their previous experience participating in virtual space exercises.

"Could it be that they're afraid to act so openly now that they know the human fleet is equipped with antimatter weapons?"

“I think it’s like this: we’ve become stronger, and then they’ve backed down. It’s perfectly reasonable,” Old Wang replied matter-of-factly.

The leader of the player fleet slapped his forehead and said, "What the hell? Even if you chicken out, I don't believe those bastards will. They're definitely hiding somewhere plotting how to ambush us. Everyone be careful and don't fall into their trap."

"Boss, do you see that thing behind us?!"

"Holy crap! What the hell is that?!"

The player fleet commander, who was adjusting the observation angle, cried out in disbelief.

A transparent sphere is gradually expanding.

The sphere is completely transparent, and players can observe it thanks to the sun indirectly appearing beside it. At this moment, the sun has a hole in it, like a red apple that has been bitten off, and a large amount of scorching material is constantly pouring into the area covered by this transparent sphere.

These glowing, hot substances disappeared without a trace after falling into the transparent sphere.

If we compare the universe to a painting, then this sphere is the color remover, which 'removes' the colors from the painting.

Seeing this, the human fleet dared not linger, accelerating their antimatter warships to maximum speed and fleeing out of the solar system.

Even though their warships increased their speed to seventy percent of the speed of light, they were still astonished to find that their relative position to the transparent sphere was constantly shrinking.

"We can't escape! That thing is getting closer!"

"No! We're getting closer to it!"

Why is this happening?

"Gravity! We're being attracted to something!"

"Where did that thing get such a large mass?!"

Within the fleet channel, the players were somewhat panicked. What they were encountering now was even more unreasonable than what they had experienced in previous virtual space exercises.

"Now is not the time to worry about that. What is the escape velocity? Old Wang, have you figured it out yet?"

The relatively calm fleet commander inquired with Lao Wang, who was in charge of arranging the calculations.

"The speed of light".

Old Wang stared at the large bubble behind him and said helplessly.

Chapter 190 In short, planning with Fei Ma was the right thing to do.

"What did the directing department say?"

They said they had no comment.

"Huh? What kind of answer is that? I can tolerate their blatant cheating, but now that the exercise is over, shouldn't they give us participants a basic scientific explanation? What they did was unfair!"

Humanity has begun large-scale production of antimatter. The human fleet in the virtual space exercise has benefited, and its equipment has been collectively upgraded due to antimatter. Antimatter equipment has become widespread, and the entire human fleet has replaced its long-dreamed-of antimatter warships. This is a joyous occasion.

With the virtual space exercise approaching, the human fleet, which has been suppressed by the Trisolaran fleet for so many years, can take advantage of the widespread availability of antimatter equipment to vent their pent-up frustration over the years. This is another source of joy.

Two joys combined should have brought even more happiness, like a dreamlike blissful time, but... why did it turn out like this?

The commander of the waaaaa fleet, 'Operations as Fierce as a Tiger,' was extremely frustrated and pondered the situation.

"Boss, don't get agitated, calm down. It's not worth getting angry with those jerks in the directing department."

"Let's go grab a drink, brothers. Don't get worked up over those bastards, it's not worth it."

After repeated persuasion from the fleet members, the waaaaa fleet commander, who was in a state of mental breakdown, finally gave up the idea of ​​causing trouble at the command headquarters.

Even though the most hot-tempered of the players, the waaaaa fleet, didn't cause trouble for the directing department, the discussion among players about the virtual space exercise never ended.

On the forum, someone said indignantly, "This whole thing was orchestrated by Feng Taylor."

"How is this possible? He's not even a Wallfacer anymore. As the leader of the Taylor faction, how could he interfere in the affairs of the Space Force?"

"My brother in the directing department secretly told me this; it's just a rumor, but it's absolutely true and reliable," the player who revealed the information replied seriously. He continued, "I heard that when Feng Taylor asked the directing department not to reveal the principles and physical data of the Trisolaran fleet's new equipment to the participants after the event, the directing department was initially in a difficult position, but Feng Taylor's words convinced them."

"What?"

The player replied on the forum, "There is never any fairness in real war. The enemy has no obligation and cannot explain the working principle of their weapons to an extinct race. Should Native Americans and Australian Aborigines blame God for not letting them understand firearms and biological weapons, thus leading to the massacre of their race?"

"Then, the directing team was persuaded."

The forum exploded immediately, with all the players spreading the news to other player forums.

"He's talking nonsense! According to his logic, if we simply put a high-tech barrier on the Trisolaran fleet that requires no scientific explanation and is absolutely indestructible by any attack, how can we conduct future space exercises? Are we just supposed to run away?"

"And in this virtual space exercise, there were those cavitation bubbles that could erase matter. If the Trisolarans really mastered this technology, they would have solved their solar problem long ago. Why would they bother attacking our solar system?"

Angry players stormed the Taylor network service terminal to vent their anger, and some even photoshopped a black and white picture of Lin Feng.

Players who have lost their rationality will not calm down and discuss things like the Space Force.

In this day and age, player groups wield immense power; they are the reserves of the space force, and the prospective pilots and commanders of engineering and transport fleets.

At the very least, they can become controllers of space facilities such as space farms and space fields.

This directly impacted the Taylor faction in areas such as diplomacy and economics. Over the years, the player base has grown and penetrated into various roles in the human world.

Of course, for a massive entity like the Taylor system, this impact isn't a huge problem. However, if it were a typical space city, it probably would have already succumbed to the pressure and issued an apology.

The matter escalated over several days, with public opinion rising higher and higher, but Lin Feng still showed no intention of making a statement.

Edith came over and said, "There's a lot of criticism online, and I think you should still give an explanation to the outside world."

Lin Feng waved his hand dismissively and replied, "The Wallfacers never bother to explain their plans. Let those people make a fuss if they want to. They'll stop when they're tired of it."

Edith shook her head. "Silence is sometimes more insulting than verbal attacks. You didn't mean them any harm, did you?"

Lin Feng paused, and after thinking for a moment, he finally agreed to Edith's idea.

"...Then let's arrange a press conference."

The press conference was held three days after Lin Feng agreed. Lin Feng sat on a chair on the stage, just as he had when he first became a Wallfacer, with his legs crossed, looking at the reporters below with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Mr. Taylor, it is said that you particularly enjoy torturing players and feel a great sense of accomplishment when you see them defeated like stray dogs. Is this rumor true?" a reporter asked.

"Nonsense, why would I have such a preference?" Lin Feng retorted.

The reporter replied, "Successful people are never afraid to flaunt their success to those who have failed. Without comparison, how can successful people demonstrate their success?"

His words were laced with venom; ostensibly questioning whether successful people relied on those weaker than themselves to demonstrate their success, he was actually mocking Lin Feng for using the virtual space exercise to manipulate the player base as a superior creator.

Lin Feng scoffed dismissively, "What you're describing is just a way of saying they're a bunch of losers. True success never needs the approval of others, nor does it need anyone to make it stand out. A group of people who live in other people's worlds and rely on others' approval to feel a sense of accomplishment—tell me, how successful can they be? Rather than being successful, these people are more like insecure. They don't consider themselves successful, so they need others to tell them."

Then, another reporter stood up. The female reporter smoothed her hair and asked Lin Feng with a slight smile.

"So, for decades you've been continuously enhancing the Trisolaran fleet's strength in virtual space exercises, is there another purpose behind it?"

"No comment, it's part of the plan," Lin Feng replied directly.

The female reporter pressed on, asking, "Is this to incite feelings of defeatism in people?"

"Who instructed you to ask this?" Lin Feng asked, displeased.

The female reporter shook her head and explained, "No one instructed us to do this; it's just that your actions are very likely to lead people to think of this."

"Because I no longer allow the directing department to reveal even the most basic scientific explanations to the outside world?" Lin Feng retorted.

You can understand it this way.

The female reporter did not deny Lin Feng's question, which can be considered a tacit admission.