: mirror game world

mirror game world

What is difficult, but not completely unsolvable?
Wu Fei began to fall into deep thought.
Because the implementation is very simple, whenever he has an idea, he will try to implement it in the game world, but they are all rejected in the end.
Yuan Sanpang: "We can design a very large and complex country, and then let them calculate the country's GDP and other data within a limited time."
Wu Fei: "No, if they have a partner like artificial intelligence, supercomputer, etc., it's not too difficult. I suspect Xingshen's identity as an economist can also be done. At least one thing we will feel a bit Difficult thing."
Wu Fei: "Let them find out the reason why the fifth-level civilization disappeared?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he himself vetoed it: "Although this is a difficult and solvable problem, it seems that it cannot be made into a game."
Although the game design system given to them by Light Ball can help them add a lot of details and quickly realize their ideas, it cannot generate things out of thin air that they have no concept of. The concept cannot be designed naturally.
Yuan Sanpang started to fiddle with the game design system by himself, and after a while he came back dejectedly: "No, it still failed."
"I designed an ordinary modern urban world. There is a in this world, which is completely designed according to the walking god. My request for customs clearance is to let the challenge team find a way to impress the god, so that the will let them leave this world, but The system judges that this game is unsolvable and won’t let me pass.

"I tried to put another person like Wu Fei in it. Now there is a solution, but the solution is too simple. Once the player enters the game, he will soon know that there is a person who is concerned by God. This person It's Wu Fei, as long as you find Wu Fei and impress him, he will help you to ask God, and then you can pass the level. But Wu Fei is too easy to be impressed." Yuan Sanpang sighed.
Wu Fei: "..."
But after he thought about Yuan Sanpang's "creative idea", a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind.
"I seem to have an idea." Wu Fei said.
"What idea?" Yuan Sanpang asked curiously.
"Do you remember that there are two famous stories in traditional stories, one is Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly, and the other is about Huang Liang's dream." Wu Fei said.
"When I make games, I sometimes think, those npcs in the game know that this world is a game, but are they npcs? I know this idea is a bit unrealistic, but when I think about it, how do we know the world we are in? The world is not a game, aren't we artificially 'designed' or 'created'? Is the world we live in really real?"
"In traditional stories, this kind of doubt is interpreted as reality and dreams. I compare it to reality and games, but it has the same meaning in essence-the daily life we ​​live in often makes us doubt whether it is true or false, but we cannot prove or prove it. False, when we think about these questions, we tend to fall into the quagmire of agnosticism."
As Wu Fei said, he quickly went to the game design system to issue instructions:
"After all challengers enter the game, they will return to the time and space node five years before they entered the final plan, and their memory will also be reset back to this node."
"In the world of this game, there is no final plan anymore, and the challenger will no longer enter the final plan, and his life will unfold naturally according to the most reasonable development in his subconscious."
"Conditions for customs clearance: If the challenger realizes that the world he lives in is false and is a game before he dies in this game world, he can wake up and clear the level; if the challenger is unconscious until he dies in this game world If you don’t get to the truth of the world, you will fail to clear the level.

After Wu Fei completed the design, the voice of the ball of light sounded: "Reminder: The partners are not designed. The game must allow all partners in the team to enter and appear, and have a reasonable design for them."
The partners originally came from the "intelligence" of the final plan, even the contractors such as Shen Xing and Yuan Lao were the same. They may be less likely to be confused by the "game world". To increase the difficulty of the game, it is necessary to reduce the probability of these partners appearing and make it difficult for them to provide assistance.
So after they lose their memory, they can't be turned into ordinary people in the game world. They are not ordinary in every way. I'm not sure how the system will deal with these unusual things, but these uncontrollable factors may make The game just got easier.
But the system requires that the partner must be able to enter and appear in the game.
Wu Fei thought for a while and said: "Partners can only appear as designed virtual characters. If no one designs them, they will not be able to appear. And they don't have any memory. Even if they retain intelligence, they only know that they are The identity of a virtual character created by people in this world."
This design was approved by the system.
"Your game design has been approved, do you want to adopt it as the final design proposal?"
Yuan Sanpang said beside him: "Mr. Yuan and I went inside to experience it. Wu Fei, you can make adjustments according to our experience process. Those two teams must be hard to die."
Wu Fei nodded.
Yuan Sanpang experienced this game world three times in a row, but failed to clear the level once.
Every time, he was a teacher in peace and stability. Although he often suddenly ignited ambitions when he dreamed back at midnight, wanted to take risks, and wanted to do a career, but he was still honest when he woke up the next day. I went to school on the spot, preparing lessons, attending classes, correcting homework and papers, and dealing with various lectures and inspections... just like this, I lived an ordinary and comfortable life.
This is Yuan Zhicheng's subconscious, the life he should live and will live.
And because Yuan Lao had never been designed by others, he was not even able to appear in this world as Wu Fei imagined.
Although Yuan Sanpang failed to clear the level, he still had doubts a few times and found some abnormalities. Based on his reaction, Wu Fei filled in the loopholes in those places.
After coming out of the game world, Yuan Lao and Yuan Sanpang both said that the game was okay, but it was difficult, and they couldn't pass the level at all.
At this time, 22 hours have passed, and after checking and filling in gaps, Wu Fei submitted this version of the game as the final design proposal.
Finally, 24 hours later, all three teams had submitted their games.
The light ball arranged for them to rest for half a day, and then began to experience the games designed by the other two teams. As long as you can successfully pass the game you experience, you can get 1 point.
Wu Fei and the others are Team No. 3, and they were arranged to experience the game of Team No. 1 first.
During the rest time, Wu Fei had successfully summoned the Old One, so their team to enter the game is:
Yuan Lao: A thousand-year-old turtle and fire mage;
Shen Xing: Fallen Angel, Old One Ruler, Blood Prince, Astrologer, Sword Cultivator, Economist.
Impermanence is not yet full because the "moment of impermanence" is not yet full, and the demons are not used because they are still unemployed and vagrants.
Yuan Lao is in charge of the thousand-year-old turtle, and Shen Xing is in charge of the fallen angel.
A group of people entered the game of No. 1 team in a mighty way.
Wu Fei felt something was wrong as soon as he entered, this place was too weird.
There are mirrors everywhere here—the ground they walk on, the walls they meet, the mountains in the distance...even the clouds in the sky, all are made of mirrors that can be seen by light.
And the front and back of the mirror here are both mirror surfaces.
When Wu Fei looked around, he could see their own figures everywhere.
Just when Wu Fei was thinking about the key points, a black shadow rushed towards his direction, but was stopped by the astrologer with a silver starlight like a prophet.
At this moment, Shen Xing had already switched the master control back to the fallen angel, then flapped his wings and flew into the air, swiping his sword to chop at the black shadow.
Wu Fei looked up and was stunned for a moment—
There were actually two fallen angels in the sky, and the two fallen angels, Shen Xing, were attacking each other, and they were evenly matched for a moment.
Wu Fei immediately understood how this place was designed.
Is there something that you may be able to overcome, but it is very difficult to overcome, and the most likely to lose both?
yourself.
Just like Monkey King and the six-eared macaque, all of them are reproduced in this game.
Because I don't know what kind of monsters are strong enough and not unsolvable, I simply let them beat themselves.
Wu Fei felt that the designer was a bit smart.
At some point, Shen Xing transferred the control back to the astrologer next to Wu Fei, leaving only the fallen angel entrusted by the system to fight another "fallen angel" in the sky.
"Don't worry." The astrologer said lightly, "The reproduction of this game world can only achieve the level of system trusteeship. It can reproduce the intensity and behavior patterns, but it cannot reproduce the consciousness, or the soul."
"I see." Wu Fei heaved a sigh of relief.
Then there is nothing to be afraid of.
As long as the other party didn't really copy a Shen Xing, then it wasn't worth his worrying.
Moreover, these identities of his god, under his control and under the trusteeship of the system, are completely two intensities.
The astrologer next to him seemed to have watched enough of the two fallen angels fighting at the system hosting level, and switched the master control back to the fallen angel again—
As Wu Fei expected, even if the "value" strength is the same, the abilities of the two are also the same, but within a few rounds, the Fallen Angel formed a crushing trend against the replicator.
He was merciless in the face of a body that was exactly the same as his own, and when he saw the opportunity, he directly grabbed the opponent's wings, raised his sword and was about to slash down.
At this time, there was only a voice full of panic and pain that made Wu Fei feel familiar yet unfamiliar: "Brother Xing—"
Wu Fei raised his eyes and saw several other identities of "Wu Fei", "Yuan Sanpang", "Yuan Lao" and "Shen Xing" appeared on the opposite side.
Wu Fei: "..."
Well, it's not incomprehensible. If Xingshen really encountered such a situation where his wings were about to be cut off, he might really call it that.
However, the air pressure around the Fallen Angel in midair became significantly lower.
The surrounding environment seemed to be a little darker, and the light seemed to be sucked away by something, and it became "thin" in an instant.
He raised the sword in his hand and cut off the replicator's wings neatly, then threw the person and wings far away, and slashed a dark purple lightning in that direction.
With the fallen angels as the center, small black hurricanes began to spin and appear, ready to go.
Suddenly, he swung his sword in the direction of the replicators with the power of endless wind and thunder, and the vigorous bright purple lightning instantly tore apart countless mirrors in the sky and on the ground.
Countless mirrors shattered and fell, and were instantly reduced to dust under strong pressure.
After the thunder and lightning swept across the ground, black flames ignited everywhere. Those black flames were like messengers from hell. Obviously there was nothing combustible everywhere, but they still spread and burned like passive fires.
In the flames soaring into the sky, the fallen angel flapped its huge wings, and turned to the newly emerged replicators expressionlessly, with an extremely cold expression.
Under this cold appearance, Wu Fei felt a kind of extreme rage, a kind of suppressed extreme rage that he had never seen in Shen Xing.
His behavior seemed very angry, angry like never before.
Wu Fei was thinking in a daze, but he didn't understand the source of his anger yet, only Shen Xing said coldly: "Did I say that there is only one Wu Fei?"
"How can I allow any counterfeit and imitation of him."
He seemed to be speaking to something in the void, but also seemed to be muttering to himself.
And when he said this, his expression was even more solemn like a amidst the extreme coldness, the pair of huge black wings fluttered rhythmically behind him, and those black feathers fell to the ground, just like a god. A black fire that ignites even more raging and soaring into the sky.
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