158: Chapter 158 Programming with Thought: The Language of God, the 'Luo Shu'!

A few days later, at the tenth floor of the Star Technology headquarters building.

The entire floor was spacious.

Sunlight filtered through the glass curtain wall, casting patches of light onto the floor.

Lu Zhao stood in the center of the space, with the team members behind him—over thirty people—standing in a reserved manner.

Their gazes swept across the ceiling, the floor, and the break area in the distance.

The break area was furnished with several game consoles, a bar counter, and a few sets of sofas.

A game designer from NetEase lowered his head, looking at the tips of his shoes.

Lu Zhao recalled the old factory building from a few days ago, where the air smelled of instant noodles, cigarettes, and sweat, and the concrete floor beneath his feet was uneven and pitted.

He pulled back his thoughts, straightened his back, and everyone walked toward the tiered seating area.

They sat down one by one, looking forward.

A massive curved screen occupied the entire wall.

Chen Xu walked in from the side, wearing a simple black T-shirt and cargo pants.

He walked in front of the group, his gaze sweeping across the first row, the second row, and all the way to the last row.

There were over thirty people present.

He saw anticipation, he saw skepticism, and he also saw numbness.

Chen Xu spoke up.

"I know what you are thinking."

"You think I'm arrogant, you think I don't understand games, and you think I'm insulting your industry."

His voice echoed through the space, ensuring everyone could hear him.

"It doesn't matter; the facts will speak for themselves."

After saying this, Chen Xu said nothing more. He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

"Snap."

The curved screen lit up, displaying a deep blue background with countless stars moving across it.

The image of a silver-haired girl appeared in the center of the screen.

She was barefoot, floating, and wearing a white dress.

Her silver eyes swept over the programmers in the audience.

"Good afternoon, developers."

Ling's voice rang out.

"I will introduce you to a brand-new programming language."

"Luoshu."

Ling stopped speaking and began the demonstration, showing no code and offering no explanation of the syntax.

She used the most natural language to issue commands.

"Create a planet with a diameter of one hundred kilometers, with seventy percent of its surface covered by oceans, possessing an atmosphere, and simulating realistic lighting."

As the command was issued, a window popped up in the bottom right corner of the curved screen.

Inside the window, countless lines of code began to scroll.

None of the programmers present recognized the structure of that code.

The scrolling speed exceeded the limits of human visual perception.

In the first row, a programmer instinctively took out his tablet, attempting to record it.

He tapped his screen twice, then let his arm drop; recording was meaningless.

In the center of the screen, a gray sphere appeared out of thin air.

The next second, blue textures covered the surface of the sphere, and yellow and green plates generated within the blue—the embryonic form of continents.

White textures emerged, representing clouds, and a virtual light source was generated.

Light shone onto the planet, making the terminator line clearly visible.

The outlines of the continents cast shadows, and the oceans reflected the light source.

The entire process took thirty seconds.

The muscles in the faces of the developers in the audience began to twitch uncontrollably.

An art designer's mouth hung open, forgetting to close.

"Add a tidal system based on fluid dynamics to this planet, and establish gravitational interaction with a virtual satellite."

Ling issued the second command.

Inside the code window, data streams surged again, and on the screen, the oceans of the blue planet began to move.

Rhythmic tides surged toward the continents, and ripples appeared on the surface of the ocean.

The camera zoomed in, and every wave crashed against the virtual coastline, shattering into white foam.

At this moment, more than half of the programmers stood up from their seats, eyes wide.

Lu Zhao also stood in the crowd, silently repeating one word.

"Impossible."

"Generate a mountain range spanning across the eastern continental plate. Cause: plate tectonics."

Ling issued the third command.

Code rushed forth.

On the screen, the central part of a green continental plate began to rise.

The ground folded and fractured. A mountain range rose abruptly from the plains.

Peaks pierced through the clouds, moving into the interior of the mountain range.

The textures of the rocks and the traces of weathering were clearly visible.

A game designer muttered to himself.

"Real-time physics simulation... particle-level geological construction..."

"Generate a temperate coniferous forest ecosystem for the southern foothills of the mountain range. Inject flowing water to form rivers that eventually flow into the eastern ocean."

Ling's commands were becoming increasingly complex.

On the screen, green life forms began to spread from the foot of the mountains.

At first it was moss, then shrubs, and finally tall coniferous trees.

A forest completed an evolution in a few minutes that would take nature tens of thousands of years to achieve.

A stream appeared from the melting snow at the mountain peaks.

The stream flowed down the mountain, converging into a river.

The river water scoured the riverbed, carrying away silt.

Finally, the river wound through the forest and poured into the azure ocean.

"Clatter."

A developer's notebook fell to the floor.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on that screen.

That wasn't CG; that was creation.

Everything they had learned in the past—C++, Java, Unity, Unreal Engine—

was pathetic compared to Luoshu.

Lu Zhao felt his worldview being reconstructed.

Chen Xu walked to the front of the group.

"'Luoshu' is a language programmed by intent."

"You no longer need to worry about underlying code, nor do you need to memorize function libraries and API interfaces."

"You only need to use the most natural language to tell the AI what you want to do."

"All the remaining technical implementation will be completed for you by the 'Taiyi' core."

"It will liberate you, allowing you to focus on the creativity itself."

Chen Xu looked at the dazed faces below and assigned the first task.

"Now, I need you to use it to make a mobile game first."

"The game is called 'shanhai mirror'."

Chen Xu's gaze fell on Lu Zhao.

"Lu Zhao, you will serve as the chief producer."

"I want to see the first playable version in one month."

"Realize a small part of the bragging I did online earlier."

All the developers shifted their gaze from the screen that had created a world to Chen Xu.

Using a tool of creation to make a mobile game?

This was like using an antimatter cannon to swat a mosquito.

Lu Zhao looked at Chen Xu.

He opened his mouth, but in the end, he just nodded forcefully.