The Wallfacer: Everyone wants to break through my wall.

"Understood. How do you require our cooperation in this game?" the Martian government representative inquired.

Lin Feng replied, "I need another group of people, a group of people who play the role of space hunters, who do things completely unpredictably and can fully arouse the players' sense of crisis."

A representative of the Martian government cautioned, "This will be somewhat difficult and will take some time."

Lin Feng smiled nonchalantly, "It's alright, do we really need a little more time right now?"

The news that Lin Feng was preparing to develop a new type of game quickly spread throughout the entire Atomic Network, causing a stir throughout the network.

It's important to know that the virtual space exercise that Lin Feng developed influenced humanity for over two centuries and played an immeasurable role in subsequent human development.

Many people are speculating whether this is another new Wallfacer Project.

"A game? Promoted by Feng Taylor?"

"What ability could that dictator, Feng Taylor, possibly have to develop a game? Is he trying to whitewash his image?" someone mocked.

"Glazing my ass, it'd be more like sending you to the afterlife. Do you think Feng Taylor is stupid enough not to know he's a lump of black coal, getting blacker the more you wash him? Don't think you're the only smart one in the world. This is probably his new plan, or part of an old one."

"I know, I know, nobody knows the Wallfacer Project better than you, right?" the sarcastic voice retorted dismissively.

"Besides being sarcastic and mocking, what else can you do? Is one of your parents a yeast?"

The sarcastic person was taken aback and asked in surprise, "How did you know?"

"Holy crap!?"

Chapter 338 What is a normal sexual partner?

"I remember it was a quiet night. I had just finished the busy work of assembling my own body. In the still of the night, under the starry sky, I suddenly turned around and our eyes met."

"At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the world paled in comparison to her. We both knew that we were destined to be each other's one and only in eternity..."

The examiner, Fussen, abruptly interrupted the narrator's vivid recollection; his virtual avatar appeared unusually irritable.

"Stop! I don't want to hear this! This is not a reason for you to secretly modify the E. coli in your body and then reproduce with it! Nor is it a reason for you to bring a batch of E. coli with traces of artificial modification and demand that they be atomized!"

A spherical, light-like virtual AI echoed Fussent's words.

"That's right! Disgusting, disgusting, really disgusting! Even rabbits know not to eat the grass near their burrows! What kind of thing is it to do this with the E. coli in your own body? Isn't this just incest? Even if you like E. coli, don't go after the ones in your own body! Other organisms have E. coli in their bodies too!"

"Shut up! Is that the point?"

Fussen glared at the virtual AI with a face as black as the bottom of a pot, then turned to Hannibal, who had just been recounting his love story of meeting his partner, and slowly offered some advice.

“Listen carefully, a person cannot, or at least should not, do such outrageous things. As a human being, you should draw a clear line for yourself. The thing you should do most is find a normal sexual partner, not ask me to approve these E. coli samples for you.”

“What is a normal sexual partner?” Hanbari asked.

Fussent said firmly, "Even if you're a person, your partner has to be at least a person! Even a Trisolaran would do!"

Hanbari gave Fussent a strange look, then asked, "Has my partner ever hurt you or anyone else?"

"No."

Fussen didn't understand what the other person meant and subconsciously gave a reply.

Hannibal then asked, "My partner and I have fathered a number of children. What serious harm does this pose to civilization as a whole, or to you?"

"No."

Fussen frowned, but still answered Hanbari.

"So, the existence of my children involves some ulterior motive of yours?"

Hanbari continued to ask, and this time, Fussent could no longer contain his emotions. He thought that Hanbari was trying to threaten him into passing the review by slandering and defaming him, a tactic that had precedent.

"If you want to slander me, you'd better provide direct evidence. Otherwise, I have the right to contact AHSMC and have you tried and prosecuted for defamation," Fussente reminded him with a cold smile.

However, Hannibal did not have such thoughts. He simply nodded knowingly, as if he had confirmed something.

“It seems not. Now I have a better understanding of what kind of person you are, sir,” Hanbarni said.

"You are a narrow-minded racist. You discriminate against everything that is beyond your ability to accept, just like the pitiful people poisoned by feudalism thousands of years ago."

After his expression shifted a few times, Fussent finally relaxed; he no longer wanted to waste his breath on this kind of person.

Fussen said, “You can think whatever you want, and you can report it if you’re unhappy, but I must remind you that even if you go to other people, their answer to you will only be ‘no’!”

“We’ll see. With the entire complex being so large, someone will eventually recognize me,” Hannibal said.

"We'll see," Fussente sneered.

As yet another Atom left the platform, Fussent felt a headache coming on.

Fussen is a hibernator who hibernated from the Crisis Era to the Doomsday War. He witnessed the destruction of the human fleet, the feminization of human society, and the forced implementation of the Sun Ascension Project.

Fussen was a very receptive person. Even after the Sunrise Project, when humanity was collectively atomized and fleeing into space, he didn't feel there was anything he couldn't accept.

Even now, Fussent originally thought he had normal values, but lately he feels like he's the abnormal one.

"Have I lived too long?" Fussent couldn't help but wonder.

Looking at humanity during the Crisis Era from the perspective of ancient people, they would feel that the traditional social order had collapsed. Similarly, looking at the behavior of women who arbitrarily altered their bodies after the apocalyptic war from the perspective of people during the Crisis Era, they would consider it heretical.

At this very moment, it is clear that in this new era, humanity has developed a new set of aesthetics, and even new mating rules. People see him as an old-fashioned relic, while he sees people as perverted madmen.

When the world is full of perverts, the few normal people are the abnormal ones.

"How many cases is this?" Fussen asked the virtual AI.

The virtual AI replied, "Case number 2362."

"What? More than 2,300 cases?!"

Fussen's virtual form stared wide-eyed, looking completely dumbfounded. He rubbed his forehead, feeling as if his entire worldview had been shattered.

"My God! I'm getting more and more confused. Is the greatest threat to civilization not from the outside, but from these freaks within?"

The virtual AI cautioned, "Calm down, Fussente. A few isolated cases have created a misconception. The reason why perversion is so rampant is simply because the number of Atomic Humans is much larger."

“But I personally have encountered more than 2,300 cases, not to mention others. This is hardly a minority,” Fussen said in despair.

Seeing that Fusent's life seemed to have hit rock bottom, the virtual AI gave Fusent a closed beta test invitation.

"I think you need to take a break. You recently got a closed beta test spot, so you can relax in the new game developed by Maple Taylor."

Fussen glanced at the invitation and then waved his hand, "No thanks for this. Knowing that man as I do, the new game will only drive him crazy."

The light sphere looked at the invitation, then at Fucent, who had regained his composure, and asked curiously.

"...It shouldn't be that bad, right?"

"Didn't he just not explain what the game content is?" Fussen asked with a wry smile.

"Correct."

The sphere of light answered.

Fussen explained with the air of someone who'd been there, "Other games do this to add some mystery, but Feng Taylor does it purely to avoid the awkward situation of not having a single player showing up on the day the game launches. His games are notoriously malicious towards players."

Fussant had participated in Feng Taylor's game; he had briefly awakened once during the period between the Crisis Era's hibernation and the Doomsday Battle.

He witnessed the beauty of that era, as well as the profound despair brought about by the virtual space exercise, and foresaw the outcome of the future doomsday battle.

However, he did not believe that humanity's future would be defeated by the Trisolarans, so he resolutely chose to hibernate again.

Chapter 339 Lin Feng and the Players: A Heartfelt Journey

As they listened to Lin Feng's instructions, the virtual avatars of the managers in charge of game operations gradually became hesitant.

“I’ll say it again, you’re going too far,” said a pipeline manager.

Lin Feng replied dismissively, "The essence of a game lies in its fun. If everything is as the player wants, if everything goes as planned, or if they can easily get everything they want, would the game still be fun?"

"Don't be fooled by players' constant complaints about the game planners being arrogant; they actually enjoy it themselves, they're just a bit haughty."

This novel approach caused the virtual versions of the managers to raise their eyebrows.

Lin Feng continued, "And don't forget, this game is designed from an educational perspective, making people constantly aware that the universe in which civilization exists is a dark forest."

"If a game only knows how to cater to players, then the game will lose its value and meaning."

Playing games isn't just about having fun; it's about learning something from them.

The Black Forest Broadcast cannot be used indiscriminately, or something bad might happen one day. This game can effectively replace the function of the Black Forest Broadcast, keeping people constantly alert.

This ensures that people always realize that they do not live in a particularly peaceful environment, nor that they have achieved peace because of their own strength. They are able to maintain peace simply because the hunters in the universe have not focused their attention on the Atoms.

Therefore, the content of this game is to promote the horror of being hunted by space hunters as much as possible.

The supervisors naturally understood Lin Feng's explanation, as it had been explained long ago, but considering Lin Feng's recent arrangements, they were still hesitant.

“We understand what you’re saying, but…”

"There's no 'but' about it, just do it this way," Lin Feng ordered in an unquestionable tone.

The game's start time is fast approaching. As the first game to run since humanity left the Milky Way, it is another major game following the virtual space exercise.

All of this gave the game a very high level of influence even before it was officially launched.

Players logged into the game, which was set in a long-destroyed solar system. A huge countdown appeared in the solar system, and all the players were waiting for the countdown to end.

In the final ten seconds, Lin Feng's virtual form appeared in the solar system, his size magnified so that everyone in the solar system could see him.

Lin Feng looked down at the group of players who were smaller than dust and smiled as he spoke.

"I am Feng Taylor, the developer of this space survival game. Welcome to all players. This game has become more vibrant and dynamic because of your presence."

Lin Feng continued, "I won't go into too much detail here. Winning the game is very simple. There is only one condition: survive to the end. Survive to the end by any means necessary, and you will win and become the winner."

"The universe is a dark forest, and every civilization in the forest is an armed hunter. They carefully part the branches and move through the forest, eliminating any civilization they come into contact with, such as right now."

As soon as Lin Feng finished speaking, the countdown ended, his image disappeared, but new changes occurred within the solar system.

Jupiter is falling toward a plane, and as Jupiter falls, the area of ​​this plane is increasing at a visible rate. The plane has absolutely no thickness.

"escape!"

"That's a dimensional reduction attack! You need to reach near the speed of light to escape successfully! Use the light speed curvature now!"

Atom Man knew what was going on with just one glance.

They manipulated their atomic mainframes, escaping at the speed of light and curvature towards the outside of the solar system.