165: Chapter 165 Don't use your understanding to speculate about God, prepare to kneel before the new world.

Pengcheng, Binhai Building, Dimei Studio Group.

In the war room of the "pixel eye" project team, over a hundred employees were at their respective workstations.

Yao Yue stood at the head position.

The screen in front of him was frozen on the final frame of the shanhai mirror video.

An employee from the technical group stood up to report.

“President Yao, there are words in the final second of the video.”

Yao Yue's gaze locked onto that line of small white characters.

“What you see is what you get.”

He repeated those six words and turned to look at the technical director, Old Wang.

“I don't care what he wrote.”

Yao Yue's fingers tapped on the table.

“In twenty-four hours, I want to see a single claw of this dragon.”

“Use our engine to replicate it one-to-one.”

Old Wang nodded and walked quickly to a graphics workstation.

This machine was the highest-configured piece of equipment in the entire project team.

“Art group, send over all the high-definition screenshots of the Torch Dragon's claws.”

“Modeling group, start constructing a high-precision model.”

The orders were issued.

Only the sound of intensive keyboard tapping remained in the war room.

The technical director operated it personally, importing a screenshot of the Torch Dragon's claw into the engine.

“Stack the polygon count to thirty million; let's look at the basic silhouette first,” Old Wang ordered.

The basic shape of a claw began to appear on the screen.

“Texture group, analyze the PBR maps of the scales—normals, specular reflections—apply all the parameters for me.”

As layers of detail were added, the engine's frame rate began to drop.

From a smooth 120 frames, it dropped to 60 frames.

Then to 30 frames.

When an artist attempted to add independent microscopic wear details onto a single scale...

The image on the screen froze.

The next second, a blue background covered the entire screen.

On it was white error code: memory overflow.

Everyone's gaze in the office converged on that blue screen.

In another corner, the leader of the reverse engineering group stood up and walked toward Yao Yue.

“President Yao, we analyzed the front-end code of the Xingchen Entertainment official website.”

He held a report in his hand.

“We completely cannot understand its logical structure.”

“It's not C++, not Java; it's more like a brand-new intent instruction set.”

“We can't crack it.”

The art director also stood up from his seat, walked to Yao Yue, and spread his hands.

“President Yao, it can't be done.”

“The lighting in the video is a fully realistic physical simulation.”

“It doesn't just calculate the reflection and refraction of light; it also calculates the diffuse reflection of dust in the air and the spectral absorption rates of different materials.”

“Using our current silicon-based chip computing power, rendering a single frame like this would require calling a supercomputing center and would take three hours.”

“Yet Star Technology's video is one hundred and twenty frames per second.”

Yao Yue looked at the blue screen; he had confirmed one thing.

Star Technology, or rather Chen Xu, possessed a secret weapon they could not understand.

Since it could not be replicated, it could only be destroyed.

Yao Yue picked up his phone and dialed his assistant's number.

“Immediately contact Old Ding from NetEase, Old Li from Perfect World, and Old Liu from Seasun.”

“I want to hold an emergency online meeting.”

“The theme of the meeting is maintaining industry integrity and jointly boycotting false advertising.”

He then opened the internal communication software and sent a message to the head of the PR department.

“Mobilize all media resources and all partnered KOLs.”

“From now on, unify the narrative.”

“Star Technology's game is a complete capital scam.”

“Find me experts and professors to provide a comprehensive demonstration—from the upper limits of mobile GPU computing power to battery power consumption bottlenecks and the physical limits of heat dissipation—that there is only one result for running shanhai mirror's graphics on a mobile phone.”

“The phone explodes.”

“I want to nail down the charge of 'CG fraud' before their game is even released.”

“Let them die before they are even born.”

An "Anti-Fraud Alliance," led by Tencent and joined by almost all domestic top-tier game manufacturers, quickly took shape.

Executives from NetEase, Perfect World, and Seasun spoke out through various channels on the same day.

They called for industry integrity and warned players to be wary of false marketing.

Dozens of "senior producers" with reputations in the gaming industry posted long articles on Weibo.

Using professional terminology and complex theories, they proved one thing to all players.

Star Technology was lying.

The graphics of shanhai mirror could not possibly run in real-time on any mobile device.

#XingchenTechnologyCGFraud#

#ChenXuGetOutOfTheGameCircle#

#BoycottShanhaiMirror#

Similar topics were pushed onto the trending lists of all social platforms.

Countless angry players flooded into the comment section of Star Technology's official account.

Abusive comments drowned out the entire page.

Zhulong Studio, Development Area.

The atmosphere was oppressive.

Several young developers looked at the unsightly comments on their phone screens, their mental state starting to fray.

“How can they do this...”

A programmer who had just graduated spoke up, his voice filled with a sense of grievance.

“They haven't even seen Luoshu; what right do they have to call us scammers?”

Lu Zhao stood in the crowd, saying nothing.

He went to find Chen Xu and knocked on the office door.

“Come in.”

Lu Zhao pushed the door and entered.

Chen Xu was sitting on the sofa, holding a new version of the "Tianshu" phone, testing the PVE mode of shanhai mirror.

On the screen, a character controlled by a player was fighting the Torch Dragon from the video.

Looking at the smooth combat on the phone screen and the light and shadow effects that were realistic enough to be mistaken for the real thing, Lu Zhao forgot what he was going to say for a moment.

Chen Xu's fingers tapped rapidly on the screen, controlling the character to dodge the dragon's breath spat out by the Torch Dragon.

“Boss,” Lu Zhao spoke, “the public opinion on the internet is greatly affecting the team's morale.”

“Can we release some data from the development backend, or information about the Luoshu programming language?”

“We just need to prove we're not lying.”

The character controlled by Chen Xu sliced off a piece of the Torch Dragon's scale armor with a sword.

He then exited the game and looked at him.

“Lu Zhao.”

“Does a lion need to explain to a pack of mad dogs why it eats meat?”

Lu Zhao looked at Chen Xu and then nodded vigorously.

“I understand.”

He turned and walked out of the office.

Chen Xu picked up the internal phone and connected to Guan Yi's office.

“Guan Yi, release the final announcement.”

“The content?” Guan Yi asked.

“No explanation, no response. Just give them a point in time.”

A moment later.

On Star Technology's official website, a row of blood-red numbers began to count down.

Below the countdown was a short sentence.

[Ten days later, the open beta begins. No account limits, no data wipes.]

Below this line of text, there was another sentence.

[Don't use your meager cognition to speculate about the power of God. Prepare your knees to welcome the new world.]

The announcement was sent out.

The public opinion of the entire internet was completely detonated.

The anti-fans began their carnival.

“Hahaha! He's panicking! He's panicking! He can't produce evidence, so he's starting to talk nonsense!”

“Ten days? Is he planning to use these ten days to make another CG?”

“Prepare knees? I've prepared a tombstone for you! Just waiting for the server to explode in ten days to see how you'll clean up the mess!”

Dimei Studio Group.

Yao Yue looked at that arrogant line of text on the screen and leaned back against his chair.

A subordinate walked to his side and asked in a low voice.

“President Yao, now we...”

Yao Yue raised his hand, interrupting him.

“Now?”

“We don't need to do anything.”

“Just wait to watch a grand, public execution.”