111: Chapter 111 This game is too realistic.

"Bro! Hurry up! My big blade is already hungry and impatient!" Wang Peng held the helmet, the flesh on his face trembling slightly from excitement.

Although Yang Yueru didn't say anything, the knuckles of her fingers gripping the helmet had already turned white.

Su Qingxue exchanged glances with Qin Ya.

In their eyes, there was fear of the unknown, but even more, a sense of excitement at being about to witness history.

"Put them on."

Lu Li leaned back on the sofa and pointed to the start button on the side of the helmet: "This is the power button."

The four of them put on their helmets in unison.

Lu Li put his on last, and the ink-colored light-transmitting visor instantly darkened his vision.

He pressed his finger down.

Hum—

A low vibration sound rang out.

The precise components inside the helmet began to run, lines of code invaded his vision, flashing rapidly across his field of view.

Then.

The originally pitch-black world disappeared.

Lu Li felt his consciousness as if it had been grabbed by an invisible hand and violently pulled into a pitch-black space.

A sense of weightlessness.

A sense of dizziness.

But it only lasted less than a second.

The next moment.

Light emerged.

Piercing through the darkness.

...

The salty, fishy wind.

This was Wang Peng's first sensation.

He opened his eyes wide.

There were no pixels, no blurry jagged edges, no clipping through models.

Under his feet was soft soil, and dew on the blades of grass was sliding down the veins of the leaves, hitting his shoe surface and soaking into a small dark wet patch.

In the distance, snow-capped mountains stood majestically, and clouds were slowly surging with the airflow.

The sunlight was blinding, and he instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes.

The lines on his palms were clearly visible, and he could even see the light blue veins under his skin.

"Holy crap..."

These two words were not shouted.

They were squeezed out from his throat.

Because he felt cold.

It was the biting chill unique to high-altitude grasslands, drilling into his body through his pores.

"Is this f***ing fake?"

Wang Peng squatted down and grabbed a handful of soil.

Moist, rough, with the raw scent of broken grass roots.

He squeezed the soil hard, and the pain of the grit pressing against his palm felt so real it made his scalp tingle.

Not far away.

Yang Yueru was staring blankly at a wild flower.

She tentatively reached out her finger, and the moment her fingertip touched the petals, the flower stem trembled slightly.

That soft, delicate sensation made her whole body shiver as if she had been electrocuted.

"It even calculated the resistance of the wind blowing across the petals..."

She was a science student.

So she was even more aware of what kind of terrifying computing power this represented behind the scenes.

This was not a game.

This was creation.

Su Qingxue stood by a stream.

She didn't shout and scream like the two children.

She just quietly watched the water surface.

In the reflection was her stunning, beautiful face, even the strands of hair at her temples blown messy by the wind were perfectly captured.

She bent down and scooped up a handful of water.

It was ice-cold and biting.

Water droplets flowed through the gaps in her fingers, and the friction of the fluid sliding over her skin made her heart race wildly.

As the helm of Guanghui Technology, what she saw was not scenery.

It was a mountain of gold and silver.

It was the tombstone of the old era.

"It's over."

Qin Ya stood behind her, her voice dry: "This will eliminate all electronic devices."

Su Qingxue turned back.

Qin Ya pointed at this world, her eyes hollow yet fanatical: "TVs, computers, mobile phones, movie theaters... in front of this thing, they are all garbage."

"Lu Li, he..." Qin Ya swallowed, "He has created humanity's second world."

Just then.

"Ouch ouch ouch! Holy crap! It really hurts!"

Wang Peng's scream broke the silence.

He was seen baring his teeth at an oak tree, his fist red and swollen.

Lu Li's figure appeared out of thin air, holding an Apple he had just picked from the tree.

"Who told you to use your bare fists to smash it without adjusting the settings?"

Lu Li took a bite of the Apple, the crisp chewing sound echoing in the wilderness: "This is minecraft, but I've enabled a simulated pain system, it's about 10% of reality."

"Want to punch trees?"

Lu Li waved his hand.

A line of code flowed by.

"Try it now."

Lu Li lowered the hand pain setting for punching trees.

Wang Peng, half-doubting, swung his fist again.

Bang!

This time, there was no pain.

The oak trunk in front of him made a crisp "crack" sound.

The tree trunk didn't turn into wood chips, but instead, defying physical common sense, it directly disintegrated into a floating, perfect cylindrical log.

Extremely realistic visuals.

Paired with extreme game logic.

This strong visual contrast made everyone present's brains crash for a moment.

Immediately after, came ecstasy.

"Awesome!!!"

Wang Peng went crazy.

He rushed into the forest like a savage, frantically outputting attacks on the big trees.

Every time he swung his fist, a cylindrical block fell.

This pleasure of destruction and collection, under the blessing of Virtual Reality, was magnified countless times.

...

On the big screen in the living room.

Lu Yaoguang watched her cousin frantically punching trees in the footage, and then looked at Lu Li standing to the side with a smile on his lips.

This third-person perspective seemed to be taken over by AI, constantly filming the scenes inside the helmets from each character's perspective as well as a global third-person view.

Her brother had even managed to perfect the outside observation view as well.

She silently raised her phone and took a photo.

However, without Lu Li's permission, she didn't post it to her moments, planning to wait until Lu Li came out to ask him.

She even rubbed her hands together, looking forward to entering the game herself later.

She even kept looking at the wall clock, hoping time would pass a little faster.

...

Across the ocean.

The United States.

Washington D.C., Pennsylvania Avenue.

A top-secret conference room with no electronic devices and walls covered in soundproof cotton.

Cigar smoke billowed under the dim light, choking, yet no one dared to wave it away.

On the projection screen, the image was frozen at the moment Doraemon rushed out of the sea of fire, that Robot's originally gentle smile.

At this moment, in the eyes of these people, it was like the mockery of a demon.

Sitting in the main seat was the United States Secretary of Homeland Security, Robert Carl.

This hawk-ish bigwig tapped his fingers on the table, the rhythmic knocking sounding like it was tolling the death knell for Guanghui Technology.

"Gentlemen."

Robert's voice was hoarse, carrying the graininess of long-term alcoholism: "The Blue Fatty that Guanghui Technology has created has kept the generals at the Pentagon awake all night."

"Imagine, if you equipped that Blue Fatty with an M4A1 rifle, or a man-portable rocket launcher, and relied on artificial intelligence algorithms for automatic aiming, how terrifying would that be?"

"Individual combat, or rescue."

His cloudy eyeballs rotated, scanning the room: "If this thing is mass-produced, our individual combat advantage will cease to exist."

Sitting on the right hand side was the Executive Vice President of Apple Inc., Anderson.

He pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, the reflection on the lenses hiding the feigned calmness in his eyes.

"Mr. Robert, the technical analysis report is out."

Anderson threw a document onto the table: "Their AI algorithm possesses self-evolution capabilities, which is the most terrifying part. But the good news is, hardware is still their weak point."

"Without high-performance chips, those Robots are just a pile of scrap metal."