Chapter 924 - 924
Chapter 924: Simple Observations of the Game World
After sending away Academy Head Mei, I was quickly surrounded by a group of witch sisters.
After all, having finally encountered something they were interested in, they naturally wanted to ask clearly.
Of course, the main reason was actually that Transcendents could not interfere with the game world, resulting in many witches not having much firsthand news about this.
After all, intelligence crossing worlds wasn't something every witch could afford to play with.
"Eh eh Little Han, did you really throw a clone over?"
"Mm, naturally."
"A clone crossing worlds So impressive? Speaking of which, will there be any delay in this clone's actions?"
"Mm... it's okay... but definitely not as strong as the main body," I responded.
"Then Little Han, how many clones did you send over? How is the strength? Can you directly overturn that world?"
"This... too exaggerated, right? Actually, I just sent one over to scout the path. I mainly want to collect information and data about this world."
After all, these data, information, knowledge, and even memories, etc., were all nutrients for the Great Tree of Knowledge. I was naturally very active about this.
"This is too modest."
"It's alright... mainly because that clone of mine is just a substitute to make up for my inability to leave the laboratory. Going to a brand-new world can also be considered a novel trip."
Just as I was chatting casually with these witch sisters, in the game world at this moment.
At this time, Yue had already made preliminary contact with the Truth Protection Association, and Tang En had officially become a Vice President.
Responsible for docking with me, his existence was also the basis of my cooperation with the Truth Protection Association.
At this moment, I was lying in the residence prepared for me by the Truth Protection Association.
This was a huge hotel building.
Because previously, my battle with that Fallen Elf damaged quite a few buildings, but this building wasn't among them.
Moreover, the entire top floor of this building, including the open-air night view terrace, was part of the suite.
It could be said to be huge.
There was even a rooftop open-air swimming pool, etc.
They really knew how to enjoy life.
When contacting the Truth Protection Association, I chatted a lot with them.
They also attached great importance to this "formal meeting", especially after I "captured" that Fallen Elf alive, their attitude couldn't be described as unenthusiastic.
So I chatted a lot with them.
Starting from the Fallen Elf at the beginning.
The Truth Protection Association had learned that many such visitors had come to their world, and this Fallen Elf was just one of them.
Some of them reached cooperation with the Myriad Worlds Terminal headquarters, but whether sincere or mutual utilization, at least on the surface, they were cooperating.
Of course, more visitors actually didn't want to submit to others and finally chose to go solo.
So these guys would appear on a wanted website of the Myriad Worlds Terminal headquarters, and there were even bounties set.
However, this wanted order wasn't published to ordinary people.
After all, ordinary people weren't qualified to catch such guys.
Moreover, doing so would expose visitors from outside the world.
This would guide those ignorant people to associate and suspect the game, and would be even more utilized by organizations like the Truth Protection Association.
Currently, the number of these outsiders counted by the Truth Protection Association had already reached three digits.
Have to say... this number somewhat exceeded my expectations.
After all... isn't this too many?
But quickly I was relieved.
According to their statistics, some people even died directly under the human wave tactic firepower coverage of the Vanguard Team.
In other words, even for geniuses, the fluctuation in combat power was huge.
Some could even be killed by players... what does this count as?
Although the combat power of these people surprised me a bit, I obtained another definite piece of news.
That is... Wizard Apprentices.
Wizard Apprentices have close relations with the Myriad Worlds Terminal headquarters.
The Truth Protection Association reasonably suspected that the Supreme Council might have reached some kind of cooperation with the Transcendent civilization of wizards.
The rest wasn't very clear.
As for whether they really weren't clear, or kept this news as a bargaining chip, this was unknown.
But I didn't care.
I only needed to know this news was true to roughly guess the general situation.
Afterwards, I took the opportunity to understand some common sense concepts like the composition form of this world, for example, the concept of the Supreme Council.
12 Supreme Council members formed this council.
Every decision of theirs would affect the direction of this world.
It could be said they were the 12 people with the greatest power in this world.
However, the more I understood the composition of this world, the more I felt this world was somewhat suffocating.
The degree of its class solidification amazed me as a bystander.
The upper class rode above all living beings, while ordinary people lived in dreams and died in dreams within games, enjoying false happiness.
They could even do whatever they wanted in the game.
Not every game in Myriad Worlds Terminal corresponded to a real world.
After all, every player in the real world has solid transcendent resources from their original world!
How could they let those ignorant people squander them wantonly?
So even being a player had a threshold.
Guys without gaming talent could only immerse in a little happiness created by fake games to satisfy the rest of their lives.
Moreover, the daily playing time was limited, and more time needed to be spent "moving bricks" in the game world according to personal mandatory game rules.
And the games for moving bricks were the only real games these bottom-level people could access.
Moreover, I also learned that the currency of this world... was also in-game virtual currency.
In other words, these game coins, these virtual numbers, the upper class could have as much as they wanted, and could change them wantonly.
Somewhat outrageous, but this was game currency.
It could not only purchase game tickets, general equipment, or exclusive equipment, even operations like enhancement required game coins.
Even game coins could purchase clothes, food, etc.
Of course, clothes and food referred to those in reality.
Many things used daily could be purchased with this.
This required powerful productivity.
Just as I was thinking about how the game world solved such massive productivity to maintain the operation of this game world, I got a shocking answer.
Just lowering individual needs would probably increase productivity in a disguised way.
Subsequently, I witnessed their rigid demand supplies—food.
Protein blocks, compressed food blocks, high-energy nutrient solutions, trace element balance granules...
There was even full-nutrient injection fluid, used in conjunction with game cabins, directly injecting "food" to maintain vital signs, a necessary item for long-term game login.
And even such food was very expensive.
Especially some items with sufficient gimmicks, like trace element lozenges, etc., were all like this.
And regarding some technologies, this world also blocked them, which led to such low-cost production stuff being thought very expensive by most people.
They didn't have a concept of cost in their brains.
Gimmicks, labels, etc., these things were all directly equated with "expensive".
Conforming to the blockade of such technical popular science knowledge, this let me learn another concept that surprised me.
Their education system had no compulsory education, so this led to a considerable part of the population in this world actually being illiterate.
After all, they didn't need to be literate, nor could they read words in games.
Games wouldn't translate words from other worlds for them either.
Their games were all real experiences without subtitles.
Many adults could only speak but not write.
Only some conscious players would conduct simple literacy in games for communication.
So among players, there was also a very wonderful chain of contempt between text communication and voice communication.
And among these, there were also media control, cultural control, social control, etc.
Every one of them lived in a cocoon.
This cocoon referred not only to the information cocoon, but also the houses they lived in.
The dual constraints of spirit and flesh were enough to make people who saw the truth feel suffocated.
Weakening the sense of collectivism in games, advocating heroism, savior spirit, etc., united in reality to form a thick cognitive barrier.
Even the Truth Protection Association was deeply influenced by individual heroism, such as their President Monroe.
Otherwise, why was he called a "spiritual leader"?
This exchange with the Truth Protection Association truly opened my eyes.
This was a collision of civilization ideology and personal cognitive bottom line.
I had already achieved the maximum degree of "don't understand, but respect".
However... having just experienced such understanding, letting me see the helplessness and ignorance of the bottom layer of this world, now I could enjoy a whole floor of hotel suite alone.
This polarized reversal made people sigh.
Maybe this is the joys and sorrows between people not being interlinked.
This made me feel somewhat funny, and reminded me of that wanted order.
Wanted orders issued for visitors from other worlds, the bounties were also game coins, ranging from hundreds of thousands to millions, and there were also some in the tens of millions.
It could be said that these numbers had more meaning as reference rather than really letting people take the bounty.
The meaning of the bounty was that every extra digit represented the harm level of this guy rising one level.
Taking one hundred million as a node, this category represented wanted guys or organizations representing terrorism, mastering large-scale lethal weapons, and possibly causing serious threats to the whole world at any time.
There were many other conditions too.
Regarding this, I express that I should be able to barely reach this level.
But what made me suddenly think of bounties wasn't how high these bounties were.
But... how outrageous the rich people in this world could be when extravagant.
I looked at the information from the Earth Vein Appraisal Spell.
Just this suite under my feet cost a million for one night.
This wasn't outrageous.
In this world with such a crowded population, the rich had a unique pursuit for large living space.
Here, even without any other additional items, sleeping one night already consumed one person on that wanted webpage.
Like this Fallen Elf who sneak attacked me, his bounty was around a million, approaching the level of ten million.
What concept is this?
Using the bounty for him couldn't afford staying here for ten days.
You know he had the ability to plan for the Truth Protection Association to work for him.
Regardless of final success or failure, he was a person enough to affect the situation of this world.
If not encountering me who cheated, who knows how carefree he would be living at this moment.
But more pitiful was actually this building.
This building wasn't even built with material pixels as materials.
In this city, it was maverick, like a handmade artwork mixed into industrial assembly line products.
For me, this was staying in a very luxurious hotel.
Maybe this is the difference between worlds.
But no matter what, this was the place where I would live for a long time later.
No one would come to disturb me, and no one dared to disturb me.
The only one who could contact me was that Vice President named Tang En.
Of course, at this moment, in this territory belonging exclusively to me, I wasn't the only one... well, actually there was only one life.
My clone couldn't be counted as a true life.
As for who that life was?
Naturally, it was that Fallen Elf still alive.
Previously, the Truth Protection Association still wanted to ask for this Fallen Elf from me, but I refused.
But even so, the other party still had to welcome me with a smile, and even prepared such a residence for me.
From my perspective, it could barely be counted as full of sincerity.
After all, for now, I was only cooperating preliminarily with the Truth Protection Association.
Further cooperation and the initial detailed rules of cooperation hadn't been thoroughly drafted yet.
At this stage, we were just mutually beneficial.
They were afraid of danger, and I hated trouble, just that simple.
As for keeping this Fallen Elf at this moment, what exactly for...
Of course, for layout!
What can a guy very hard to kill and with strong vitality be used for?
Witches far away in the Witch Academy's original Seed of Great Knowledge research laboratory could give the answer.
Using his Sea of Consciousness to plant the "Knowledge Mother Tree", a derivative of the Seed of Great Knowledge, for constantly birthing Seeds of Knowledge.
The Seeds of Knowledge currently popularized in the academy came this way.
The difference was that the witch sisters asked demons for it directly, while I caught this one myself.
After all... completely falling into a demon, the elf bloodline in his body was considered completely destroyed.
Waste utilization is just like this.
Since this world has game players, then... I rely on my power network!
Who wins and who loses in similar power modes?
This is not important.
Although the death of players is not true death, are there really many high-end players?
Definitely not as many as those... ordinary people without power but constantly oppressed until unable to resist.
Actually, I don't know the final outcome either, but if there's a chance to lead a civil war of civilization, who can refuse?
Just as that Anti-Witch Cheryl said, in this world where you can do whatever you want without any rules, it really trains one's vision and horizon.
Precisely because of witnessing the disparity between people with one's own eyes, the consciousness of why I can't do this awakens.
This is not a question of understanding or not, but the difference between experiencing and not experiencing.
And once experiencing this beauty of doing whatever one wants, most people will be deeply trapped in it.
The bottom line Cheryl mentioned at the end... was most likely reminding me here.