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Personal image has been loaded, please feel free to change it! Old Tom opened his eyes.
He was in a pure white space, facing a holographic projection of himself.
"This design is not bad," Old Tom smoothed out the wrinkles of the game image, "It is very detailed and has the flavor of a masterpiece. However, with such a small capacity, did the producer only do the character shaping process?"
He looked at the lower right corner, and the number marked with the change limit changed from 20% to 15%.
"The limit is quite large, so the fun is much less," Old Tom commented.
At this moment, Ethan Lawson's eyes were cast on this space.
Hearing what Old Tom said, he closed his eyes.
It was designed like this to prevent players from shaping themselves into some strange species and scaring the people in the cyberpunk world.
When a person in the cyberpunk world walks out of the door and finds that there are deformed species with four or five hands, or simply use arms to walk, and feet grow in their mouths, then his first reaction must not be that the world has changed.
But that he is crazy.
To be honest, normal people who are not sick would be scared to death.
Ethan knows very well that there is no limit to the extent to which players can do such things.
In the pure white space, Old Tom made himself look as young as possible, and then clicked [Enter Game].
"Okay," he thought, "then a notice will pop up saying that the producer has insufficient funds, and then we will crowdfund with rich people or recruit investors to invest in the game."
The pure white space gradually broke apart.
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Initial location: Meizi Street Public Toilet
"What, toilet? The producer, you are so crazy--"
Old Tom was sucked away by a huge suction before he could finish his words.
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Heart beating.
Bang bang.
Old Tom was like a person who almost drowned and just swam out of deep water.
"Where is this?"
He heard something and looked at the squat toilet that was not much different from the real one. There was a strange machine making a cold voice: "Please insert coins or swipe cards, please insert coins or swipe cards! Please use this product when using the toilet, giving you the best experience! Highest quality!"
"What is the producer doing? This is really a toilet!"
Old Tom was in a state of collapse.
He slammed the toilet door open, and then grabbed his hand in surprise.
This touch was quite real.
"Could it be that--"
He widened his eyes and touched the walls of the entire toilet.
"Real touch, really real touch!" Old Tom's hands began to tremble.
For twenty-five years, since he realized the fun of virtual reality games when he was a child, he has been waiting for the day of a technological breakthrough.
For his dream, he became a virtual game reviewer.
The history of the entire virtual reality game has been over for fifty years, and now, the development is getting slower and slower, almost stagnant.
When the world's largest game company announced that it would stop researching and developing the authenticity of the game due to lack of funds, Old Tom's dream was shattered.
He didn't know whether the little boy in his heart could wait until the day when the second world of humanity was born when he got old.
But now, when his dream came to him, Old Tom felt that everything was so unreal.
He leaned his forehead against the white tiles of the toilet, and then banged his head against the wall.
It hurt, much less than the real pain, but it was right to feel the pain.
Even if the producer only made a public toilet, this game would become a milestone in virtual reality games!
Old Tom believed it.
"Who is this person?"
A company man in a formal suit and tie walked into the toilet and saw a mental patient banging his head against the wall.
He ran out in a hurry: "Why is there a cyber psychopath here!"
Bright light.
It was the sun.
Old Tom turned his head.
The man who escaped from the toilet opened the door of the toilet.
The sun outside shone in.
"So there is more than one toilet?"
Old Tom's steps were weak, like a baby learning to walk.
He stumbled into the sunlight outside.
The sun was too bright.
When he saw everything around him clearly, he felt that the world was in front of him.
The company man hurriedly boarded the sightseeing airship and knocked down a leaf from the roadside landscape tree.
The leaf was blown away by the airship's vortex duct, flying over the indifferent crowd, over the high-rise buildings overlooking the world, over the screaming vending machines, over the poor man kicking his legs in the trash can, and flew to Old Tom's eyes.
He held the leaf with both hands as if he were making a pilgrimage.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out, and the crowd screamed and fled in all directions.
The weirdo with only half of his head left, but the cuts on his head were all made of unknown metals, laughing wildly and shooting into the sky.
The black airship in the air was unscathed, and three militants jumped off and easily knocked down the shooter.
"The cyber psychopath has been subdued. The mobile team requests to return to the team."
Old Tom heard the militant talking to the air.
Soon, they took the weirdo who didn't know whether to live or die, got on the airship together, and drove away.
Everything was so real.
Old Tom was already in tears.
This is truly 100% realism, just as the introduction of this game said.
If he couldn't call out the game interface, he would think he had traveled to this world.
Old Tom couldn't help but kneel down, kneeling towards the blue sky, with his hands open.
"Ah——"
His shout was filled with hysterical joy.
Bang!
A bullet shot down from the black airship and pierced Old Tom's body.
"A suspected cyberpsychopath was found and has been killed."
On the black airship, an armed man looked at the ground through the scope on his gun.
"Calling the mobile team headquarters," the armed man's tone became suspicious, "Wait, this is... the legendary digital life?"
In the scope, Old Tom's body flickered for a while, and then turned into dots of light in the sky, disappearing in less than two seconds.
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Present.
The game warehouse in the evaluation area of the game platform company.
A wrinkled young man climbed out of the game warehouse.
"It's time to get off work, Old Tom," his colleague picked up the bag, "Don't work so hard, don't make your body too tired."
"I witnessed a miracle."
"What?"
"I witnessed a miracle."
Old Tom cried and laughed.
"Old Tom," his colleague put down his bag, "are you okay? Is it some extremely psychological horror submission game?"
"You try it."
Half an hour later.
The two game reviewers were excited, and regardless of time, they called everyone in the company.
Their dream has come true!
"Contact the producer of this game immediately! Forget it, I'll call now," the boss of the game platform dialed the phone number, "no matter what the cost, let this game be released on our platform first!"
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Cyberpunk world.
Ethan couldn't figure out why the first few players who were pulled over were like seriously ill patients in a mental hospital.
They kissed the walls of the public toilet, looked at the male homeless man on the corner with affectionate eyes, gently caressed every gap, and then crawled on the ground like maggots.
Didi!
The phone simulated by Ethan's divine power rang.
"Wow? Yes. OK, OK, very favorable, I'll give you 80%? I agree. Yeah. Goodbye."
He hung up the phone.
The boss of the game platform almost sold himself to Ethan, just for the first release rights of this "game."
Crazy push ads, like free money, blasting sparks all over Blue Star.