78: Chapter 78 Are you crazy? You just created Doraemon, and now you're launching a Resident Evil campaign?

"Itchy..."

That word seemed to be squeezed out from a rotten vocal cord, accompanied by wet, watery sounds and the noise of bubbles bursting.

Immediately after, there was a tooth-aching chewing sound, as if someone were gnawing on cartilage.

"Delicious..."

This sigh, filled with extreme greed and emptiness, was like a hungry ghost whispering in one's ear.

Finally, there was a tooth-aching chewing sound.

It was as if someone were eating the corpse of their own kind, bones and flesh included.

"Hiss—"

In the office area, a collective gasp echoed.

Two timid female illustrators covered their ears directly, their faces turning pale.

The dreadlocked sound designer was so scared he almost slid off his chair, staring wide-eyed at the phone: "Holy crap... This... Was this synthesized by Xiao Dou AI? Did they go to the morgue to record this?!"

"This is what we call professional." Lu Li turned off the audio, looking at the terrified employees with a calm, breezy expression.

In fact, this was the ultimate version of Doubao AI, generated based on prompts for resident evil.

It must be said, although this game didn't exist in this world, the ultimate version of Doubao AI could still replicate it.

That was simply not something the computing power of Xiao Dou AI could compare to.

However, Lu Li didn't want to expose Xiao Dou, so even though his phone was connected to the model and computing power of Doubao AI, the name used was still Xiao Dou.

"What I want you to do is replicate this feeling for me, and it needs to be richer and have more depth than this. Work overtime these next few days; I want to hear a hundred different ways a zombie can scream."

He stood up and walked over to the whiteboard.

He picked up a red marker and wrote four bloody characters on the pristine board—[resident evil].

"Listen up, I want you to build the map of that abandoned mansion for me within seven days."

Lu Li tapped the whiteboard with the pen tip, his eyes as sharp as knives:

"It doesn't need to be huge, but every corner, every floor tile, must be done with extreme realism. I want players to feel something breathing behind them as soon as they put on their headphones."

Since Fan Yu dared to play dirty and resort to assassination—Zhang Yuqing might even have been killed by him—then he would deal a dimensionality-reducing blow to the gaming field that Tianqiong Interactive Entertainment was most proud of.

This wasn't just a game.

This was a grand feast prepared to go with the upcoming Virtual Helmet.

Just imagine.

When players put on the Virtual Helmet, find themselves in that mansion filled with zombies, walk into the terrifying Hive, feel that real sense of suffocation, the desperate laser traps...

By then, who would still remember those shooting online games from Tianqiong Interactive Entertainment that still required clicking with a mouse?

Tianqiong Interactive Entertainment, which stubbornly clung to PC games and Android games, was destined to be swept into the dustbin of history, just like Nokia back in the day.

...

Across the street, in the office of the President of Guanghui Technology.

Su Qingxue finished signing the last document and rubbed her sore neck.

Even though 18 had already handled a large amount of work for her, some documents still required her attention.

She subconsciously looked at the empty cubicle.

That was Lu Li's spot, and besides a sturdy cactus and a mug that said "Wife Is The Most Beautiful," there was nothing on it.

"Qiuge." Su Qingxue pressed the intercom on the desk.

Within two seconds, the new secretary, Secretary Wang Qiuge, walked in carrying a stack of reports, moving with brisk steps:

"President Su, this is last month's financial summary, as well as the expansion plan for the battery factory..."

"Leave it there for now." Su Qingxue interrupted her and asked, seemingly casually, "Where is Lu Li? Is he still at the gym across the street?"

Secretary Wang Qiuge paused, her expression becoming somewhat strange.

"Uh... He should be across the street." She tapped her fingers lightly on the file, hesitating,

"But I just went to deliver takeout and was waiting for him at the gym front desk, yet when he came to get the takeout, he walked in from the gym entrance."

"He must have found a place to sleep somewhere, right?"

Su Qingxue didn't pay it much mind; a touch of doting amusement curled at the corners of her mouth.

If Lu Li were sweating buckets at the gym, that would be the sun rising in the west.

Naturally, she didn't know that the man she thought was slacking off was across the street, personally weaving a nightmare that would soon keep players all over the world awake at night.

...

The next few days.

Lu Li lived a routine life, traveling between two points.

In the morning, he escorted his wife to work like a top-tier bodyguard.

In the morning, he supervised the zombie modeling at the studio, checking if the scenes were realistic enough and if the details were in place.

At noon, he went back to Guanghui Technology for a free meal, and took the opportunity to show Secretary Wang Qiuge zombie pictures to scare the new secretary.

In the afternoon, he went back to the studio to torture the voice actors.

At night, he escorted his wife home again.

This schedule completely baffled the captain of a certain special operations military region who was responsible for monitoring him.

In a black Magotan, the young man with a buzzcut lowered his binoculars, looking completely skeptical about life:

"Captain, what exactly is this kid... doing?"

"He spends six hours at that studio every day, and when he comes out, his face has a kind of... perverted excitement."

"And today, he even had a courier deliver two medical silicone human models, and even pig organs..."

The buzzcut youth swallowed hard, feeling a chill down his spine: "Captain, could he be doing some perverted dismemberment experiment?"

There was a long silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie.

"Keep watching."

The captain's voice also sounded a bit weak.

They had just received the latest information; this kid was actually the developer of the hit game minecraft.

But this span was too large.

One moment it's healing Robots, the next it's block games, and now he's messing with pig organs and human models?

How could this kid both make Robots and develop hit games?

And that deeply customized mobile system, the Xingchen System—expert teams had analyzed it, and it turned out he had recompiled the underlying system's compiler.

It could be said that if he wanted to, and led a team to perfect it for a year, he could even write a completely domestic, completely self-developed mobile system.

This wasn't just research; this was the real deal.

What kind of genius is this guy in the world of technology!!

Or is he actually a top-tier genius with a twisted psychology?

...

Time flowed like water, passing in the blink of an eye.

December 12th.

pioneer s1 Launch Conference.

This day was not only a carnival for Guanghui Technology fans.

It was also a focal point for the global tech scene.

Ever since that Blue Fatty appeared in the park, the eyes of the world had been locked onto this Chinese company.

Twitter, YouTube, Bilibili, Weibo...

As long as the topic was "Doraemon," the popularity was off the charts.

Even in the island nation.

Fujimoto Masami, the daughter of Fujiko F. Fujio, had been waiting in front of the TV early.

She was clutching her father's original manuscripts from back in the day.

It was 1969.

A stray cat had knocked over his daughter's roly-poly toy.

Her father had a flash of inspiration and drew that earless Blue Fatty.

For decades, it could only live in manga and anime.

But today.

An Eastern tech company claimed to have brought it into reality.

"It must be real..."

Fujimoto Masami muttered to herself.

It wasn't just her; Shogakukan, Fujiko Pro, and even countless big kids who grew up watching Doraemon were waiting for that miracle.

Even though the features it demonstrated twice were very limited, it still made them incredibly excited.

There were also countless eyes waiting to see Guanghui Technology make a fool of itself.

Waiting to see that so-called "Real Robot" make a mistake or get exposed at the launch conference.

After all, maybe it sliding down a slope was just strong dynamic balancing, or perhaps it was just two PR stunts involving a suit actor.

There were always people who held a wishful thinking attitude.

During this time, Lu Li also used surveillance during working hours to check on the Robot factory.

It could be said to be very ideal; the first generation of Doraemon Robots were pouring out of the assembly workshop one after another.

The Robots would also pass through the quality inspection workshop to test various data to ensure they could be used normally.

And the battery had also been completely finalized; the first 5000mAh Qinghai Lake silicon-carbon anode lithium-ion battery would be used in the pioneer s1.

In an era where competitors had at most 3500mAh, this was a dimensionality-reducing blow in technology.

Of course, it might also be evaluated by some as a backstab to the guanghui 7.

...

Guanghui Technology Park.

A black Porsche Cayenne slowly drove out.

Today, Su Qingxue didn't want to sit in the Panamera.

Inside the car.

Su Qingxue was wearing a well-tailored white suit, her long hair tied up, looking capable yet gentle.

She looked at the scenery receding outside the window and took a deep breath.

"Nervous?"

Lu Li was sitting in the passenger seat, peeling a White Rabbit creamy candy.

"A little."

Su Qingxue nodded, "The attention this time is too high. If it were before, even if I failed, it wouldn't matter. But now..."

Now, Guanghui Technology had already been placed on the fire.

However, the confidence in her heart was unprecedentedly strong.

"Open your mouth."

Lu Li handed the peeled candy to her lips.

Su Qingxue subconsciously opened her mouth and took it.

The rich milky fragrance melted in her mouth, and her tense nerves seemed to relax a little.

"Don't worry."

Lu Li pulled out a tissue and wiped his fingers slowly and methodically.

He turned to look out the window, his gaze deep.

"After today."

"The world's perception of technology will be redefined by us."

"Whether it's the Robot."

"Or..."

He added silently in his heart:

Or that Virtual Reality headset that will scare everyone into wetting their pants.