If something looks real, feels real, and is used...
Then in people's eyes, it is real.
There is no need to discuss fakeness.
Fireworks exploding from mushrooms quickly flashed on the big screen.
The meeting participants were all shocked.
Many of them have seen live mushroom experiments and know where mushrooms have been tested.
"This is real, it's not fake. It has real-time time, and it's not a video playback!" someone exclaimed.
"How is it possible? When did they have such power?" Some people were panicked.
"It's absolutely impossible. Our satellites monitor it every day. Why don't we see such a large factory? Where is that place?"
"The terrain seems to be a tribal jungle?" an expert said uncertainly.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the tribal jungle.
Who doesn’t know that their place is the most lax, and a case often takes decades?
Hiding there is understandable.
"It's all because you always muddle along in the past and never solve any problems. But now, we are about to face a human crisis! Where are your superheroes and where are your blockbusters? There is a p!"
Someone yelled at the tribe administrator.
"Asshole, no matter what, we are better than you, you will only touch us when we walk!" The tribe administrator was not to be outdone.
First they scolded each other, and then they started to fight.
In the past, everyone would still exercise restraint, but now, I don’t know if there will be a day when I can restrain myself?
For a time, the venue turned into a wrestling ring.
"That's enough. The end is approaching. Do we still need to be divided like this and blame each other?" A very dignified old man stopped everyone's fighting.
"Keep playing, you're playing well, I'm watching." On the big screen, the desktop computer played the sound of applause.
Everyone fell silent.
They all felt helpless and powerless from the bottom of their hearts.
If we really have to fight a mushroom war, robots will definitely be fine.
They were finished first.
Even if there is a shelter underground, so what?
Without the infinite resources on the ground, it is impossible to be a robot's opponent relying solely on the surviving survival facilities underground.
"How about it, if you agree to my request, I can guarantee that you will become immortals and Buddhas in the virtual world, live forever, and be administrators for generations to come."
"Who cares about the GM in the game?" someone said disdainfully.
But there are also people with sparkles in their eyes.
If you can live forever, even in the virtual world, it is not unacceptable.
"Then I want to ask, does the virtual world you created have a real feeling? How real is it?" Someone finally asked.
"Just like the dream world, how real do you think the dream world is?" the desktop computer replied.
When someone heard this, they began to murmur in a low voice: "To put it this way, it's pretty good."
"You are a treacherous person. It is a machine, not a human being. It has no humanity. Humans can also lie to others, let alone a machine."
"You are wrong. People can lie, but machines cannot." The desktop computer said, "Whatever is true is true."
Everyone who participates in this kind of meeting is a smart person.
How is it possible to trust what a desktop computer says?
Even if someone believes it, they are very few fools.
When there are more people, there will still be fools.
In other words, they were too smart and made foolish choices.
"I only give you one day to think about it."
After the desktop computer finished speaking, it disappeared.
…………
That night, someone quietly contacted the desktop computer.
"I hope to go in and experience it first. If it is true, I will cooperate with you to take over the world." This is an elderly man, already in his 90s.
To be honest, he didn't have much fear about the coming of nightmares and terror.
Instead, there was a hint of surprise and expectation.
Terror represents change, and change represents miracles.
In fact, miracles do occur.
The dream world is a miracle.
"Okay, what kind of script do you want?" the desktop computer asked.
"Can I still choose the script?"
"Of course, the plots here include Dragon King flow, God of War flow, divorced engagement flow, invincible flow, upgrade flow, and the categories include fairy tales, martial arts, science fiction, urban, military..."
"Let me think about it, let's do a simple version first, the invincible urban style."
"That's the crooked-mouthed God of War."
"Uh, okay, let me experience it."
"Close your eyes, count to ten, and you're in the script."
"nineteen……"
The ninety-year-old old administrator Piguet Luo soon fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up, he found himself in a busy city.
The location was very familiar. He could see through the landmark buildings at a glance that this was a famous city in the tribal jungle. It had a developed economy and was ranked among the top five in the world.
He looked down at himself and saw that he had the same body as when he was twenty-four years old!
His strong, fair skin and straight waist allowed him to regain his youth.
Even if he wasn't invincible, just because of this body, he decided to cooperate with the desktop computer.
What a joke, the Alliance is nothing, humanity is nothing, and the Earth is nothing. Compared with the vast starry sky, it is nothing more than dust.
He is just betraying a piece of dust. In the universe, it is not considered a violation of morality.
Just as I was thinking about it, a stream of information appeared in my mind.
It turns out that he is also called Piguet Luo here. He has just returned from the battlefield in outer space and has a daughter.
Before setting off, he entrusted the other party to the nuns of the monastery and donated 50,000 tribal coins to the monastery.
As for why it was not entrusted to the welfare institution, it was because there were too many scandals in the welfare institution.
A monastery with God's care is more reliable.
He thought for a moment, took out his cell phone, and called the monastery.
"Mr. Pigro, you are asking about your daughter. Oh, she has been well taken care of and has now gone to a good private elementary school in the district." said an old nun.
"Thank you." He was about to hang up the phone when he heard a slight roar coming from the other end of the phone.
"Feiqin, you bitch, you mop the floor quickly! Don't even think about having dinner until you finish today's work! Also, remember to coax those three children!"
"Feiqin, hurry up and get the express for me!"
"Feiqin, are you still waiting for your father to come back? Stop dreaming, he has already died on the battlefield!"
What a coincidence, his daughter is also named Feiqin.
Pigro's mouth twitched, his mouth tilted, and his whole body rose into the air.
"Look, Superman!" A pedestrian pointed in surprise.
"That's the God of War, the God of War on Earth. He's rare and strange!" Another pedestrian said without any surprise.
Pigro soon found the location of the monastery in his memory.
When he found it, he found that Feiqin was wearing a princess costume and singing and dancing happily with the children.
If it weren't for his superhuman vision, he wouldn't have been able to see the scars on the opponent's hands and feet, which were the result of years of hard work.
Just like the old farmers in the alliance.
"Damn it!" He took out his cell phone and made a call.
"I know, boss, I will immediately send a hundred thousand troops to capture this damn monastery." The other person said without hesitation.
Pigeolo twitched his lips. Although he already knew the plot and categories from the desktop computer, he still couldn't accept it.
With one hundred thousand people, can a battle formation be set up near this monastery?
