The lord is an undercover agent

Chapter 38 38. Thought Stamp
Visual!

Hearing!

smell!

Tactile!

All five senses!

When another fireball exploded in the air, a few sparks landed on Duncan's shoulders, turning into harmless dust, and the hot feeling passed through the clothes to the skin.

Duncan was stunned for a while before finally recovering and describing his feelings to the audience.

Describe the shocks that cannot be shown through live broadcasts, but can only be felt by those who are on the scene.

"Listen to me, this game's somatosensory simulation is very realistic, I can feel the smell in the air, like sulfur and burnt tar... Wait, wait for me to turn down the sense of smell... ·····There is also the touch and temperature of sparks falling on the body... I hope the screen will not be harmonized during the public beta..."

Duncan danced and danced.

He was so happy that he really fell into hell!
As an anchor, Duncan is rarely as excited as he is now.It's not because of the exaggerated expression needed for the live broadcast effect, but because of the shock from the bottom of my heart.

In the live broadcast room, the audience exploded all of a sudden.

"I'm going, the picture quality is amazing!"

"So that promotional video didn't lie."

"Then Brother Deng, should you keep your promise and go..."

Duncan automatically ignored the urging in the live broadcast room.He squatted down, gently picked up a gravel on the ground, and played with it between his fingers.

The gravel in the hand has sharp edges and corners, and every detail is extremely realistic.The sharp touch made Duncan's hand tingle slightly, but he didn't want to put the gravel down at all.

Duncan raised the gravel above his head, and looked at the bloody light in the air, as if he was looking at some kind of outstanding artwork.He gazes at the bumps and corners of the tiny gravel, rendered in different angles of light.

Finally, Duncan's eyes filled with tears.

"Brother Deng, Brother Deng, what happened? Why is the live broadcast blurred?"

"Wait, Brother Deng, are you crying?"

Duncan smiled slightly and threw the gravel into the sky:
"I'm not crying for myself.

"I cry because, from the modeling of this gravel,

"I saw the hair lost by modelers and other 3D artists in countless sleepless nights of 007!"

In the live broadcast room, there was laughter again.

"As expected of Brother Deng, he speaks differently, like a poet."

"This "Dawn" is really awesome!"

"Deduct 1 to send blessings to the modeler, and deduct 2 to send hair to the modeler."

"..."

Duncan waved his wide-sleeved robe, wiped away his tears, raised his head, and smiled slightly:
"Okay, let me take everyone to study the game and explore this world. According to the background introduction of the game, this place should be some kind of hell."

Duncan looked left and right.

At this time, he was in a giant magic circle painted with purple stripes.

In the magic circle, scattered players are constantly being generated.

Near the player's birth point, players with colorful IDs and weird IDs are walking around and looking at each other.

Players have all kinds of names, such as "lard alkali", "immemorial brass dragon", "long days and short nights", "the fierce tiger of the empire", "bright future".

Like Duncan, most players are also in a state of bewilderment just after logging in to the game.

"It seems that "Dawn" is indeed an mmo, and this should be the player's birth point. It is still in the closed beta stage, and the number of people is not too many. I remember that the closed beta has just started, and players are queuing up to enter."

After observing around, Duncan came to a conclusion, and said quite worriedly:

"What I'm more worried about now is that when the public beta actually starts and the number of players increases, with the modeling accuracy and motion simulation accuracy of this game, won't it be stuck in a ppt?"

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Just when Duncan was shocked by the game world, Syfel and Lulu were in the castle.

The two kept a close eye on many players, including Duncan, through a shared cyberspace of consciousness.

"As expected of Master Sifel, no player has noticed anything abnormal." Lulu's words were full of admiration.

Originally, according to common sense, experienced players like Duncan, when they are really in this game world, will more or less have problems when they find that there are no doubts such as model penetration, unlimited rendering distance, and no need to load long-distance maps. Thoughts like "could this be a real different world".

In order to avoid this from happening, Sifel implanted spiritual hints in the game by relying on the mystical connection created by the soul contract.

This is tantamount to imprinting a mental seal on the player, no matter what they encounter in the game, they will never doubt that this is a real world!
The specific principle is that anomalous memes with cognitohazardous effects repeatedly flash in the player's sight with a display time shorter than the shortest time perceived by the naked eye.Even viewers who watch live streams and videos get this hint because they share the player's gaze.

Of course, it has no effect on players like Xia Yejian who already know that "Dawn" is a real different world.

"Continue to pay attention to the player's situation." On the bench, Sifel had a faint smile on his lips.

"The first batch of players coming soon will usher in novice missions and mainline missions." Lulu reported to the lord, "But..."

As she said that, Lulu's eyes were filled with confusion:

"Master Sifel, the soul energy obtained by draining the soul of an ordinary peasant in the material world in the Middle Ages is only 1 experience point in the game!

"Is the task reward you set a bit exaggerated compared to the player's work?"



(End of this chapter)