"Choose your own image?"
Qing Chen stood in the soft white light, staring at the empty mirror. He wondered if this wasn't the process in online games, where you customize your face before anything else.
So what image should he choose? White, Black, or Asian?
The best choice would probably be white; it wouldn't draw attention in the other party's territory.
At that moment, the woman's voice in the white space spoke again, kindly, "If you can't decide, given your good facial proportions, I can provide you with your own image as a base, and you can modify it yourself."
Qing Chen felt a surge of surprise. In this superconducting world, the AI guiding new players would actually subjectively determine a player's appearance?
He probed, "Do you have your own wisdom?"
The AI, still smiling, replied, "That depends on your definition of wisdom. If wisdom is the way you think about and handle problems, then I do."
Qing Chen felt something was amiss. This creature's words were full of dialectics, and it could even answer questions beyond the new player's instructions.
He continued, "Do you have life?" "The AI replied with a smile, "That depends on your definition of life. If it refers to a semi-open material system with a life cycle and energy metabolism, capable of self-replication, reproduction, and evolution, then I don't have life."
The other party neither admitted nor denied it, as mainstream academia's definition of life remains vague, and the common definition of biological life clearly doesn't apply to Yi.
If it doesn't apply to Yi, then it doesn't apply to all AI life forms, as they lack metabolism.
However, at this moment, Qingchen suddenly asked, "Are you lonely?"
This time, the soft white light didn't respond immediately. After a long silence, it suddenly said, "Players, please choose your avatar as soon as possible." "
In the empty mirror, Qingchen's own image appeared.
He said nothing more, for he already had the answer in mind.
Qingchen, relying on his painting experience, quickly made adjustments to his face.
His eyebrows rose, his eye sockets deepened, his nose bridge rose, his pupils became golden, and his hair was completely white.
With just a few changes, Qingchen's appearance in the mirror was completely transformed, resembling a white man straight out of a movie.
This was the effect Qingchen had wanted.
Qingchen confirmed again and again: "Alright."
"Are you sure this image is confirmed?" the AI asked. "Once confirmed, it cannot be changed."
"Confirmed," Qingchen said.
"Do you want to enter the superconducting world now?" the AI asked.
However, to its surprise, Qingchen actually sat down and began a new round of questions...
Qingchen asked: "Are you sure the superconducting world is decentralized?" "
Decentralization means there are no administrators, no governing body. The growth and development of the world are determined by the players.
The AI didn't directly answer Qingchen's question. Instead, it played a holographic image before him, immersing him in the reality of the situation.
In the image, a player, after obtaining the S-rank Fire Phoenix, a single-use item in the Superconducting World, unexpectedly traveled upstream to a city river and destroyed the dam upstream.
Destroyed the city downstream with a flood...
The AI then slowly spoke, "This is the first era of the Superconducting World. Back then, the world was still fragile, consisting of only a small city. Therefore, it was destroyed by a single individual possessing immense power. No one could save the world except the players themselves."
"And then what?" "Qing Chen asked.
"Then the Second Era begins," the AI replied.
In the next screen, players respawned at their respawn points and began to painstakingly rebuild their homes amidst the ruins...
Of course, rebuilding in the superconducting world was much faster, allowing players to directly enter dungeons and obtain building materials.
But the fact that a single person could wipe out the entire world did seem to suggest that the superconducting world's operating mechanisms were a bit unwieldy.
At this point, Qing Chen said, "Wait a moment, can you zoom in on the first screen? I want to see who that person is."
The screen zoomed in, and the next moment, Qing Chen was delighted.
Isn't that Ren Xiaosu, the god of the East Continent?! He hasn't even changed his face!
Thinking about it, it made sense. Only a Knight could do something so despicable...
Qing Chen asked, "By the way, how many years has your superconducting world existed?"
The AI replied, "863 years." Qingchen gasped. A game world had actually existed for 863 years?
In other words, after Ren Xiaosu established the rules for Forbidden Land No. 001, he didn't immediately travel to other worlds. Instead, he first visited the Western Continent 863 years ago before leaving. Furthermore, with just one move, he launched the Superconducting World into the Second Era...
Qingchen probed, "Who is this person?"
The AI replied, "A mysterious figure. He claimed to have left a path to godhood somewhere in one of the 365 copy worlds, and then disappeared."
Qingchen was stunned. A path to godhood!
It was actually a path to godhood!?
Qingchen asked, "What is this so-called path to godhood?"
"No comment," the AI replied.
"Has anyone found a path to godhood?"
"No comment." "
Now, Qingchen wasn't entirely sure whether the AI knew Ren Xiaosu's true identity, and he couldn't say anything further.
But he knew full well that the Easter egg Ren Xiaosu had carefully left behind wasn't a strategy or guide to becoming a god in the game world, but rather a guide to becoming a true god!
Qingchen began to speak, "I have one more question..."
However, before he could finish, the soft white light gradually dissipated, and he emerged into a magnificent technological city, resembling a massive castle forged from black iron.
Blue and purple lights flickered on and off on the city's buildings, as if the city itself was breathing!
The city's roads crisscrossed, and various unidentified aircraft flew overhead, creating a bustling atmosphere!
Qingchen was speechless. This AI's patience was lacking. He'd only asked a few questions, and it suddenly teleported him out... In fact, Qingchen had already confirmed that the AI had definitely developed an independent mind!
He carefully examined his body, revealing nothing but a white linen shirt. No, there was even a key in his pocket, but he had no idea what it was for.
Before Qingchen could ponder further, he suddenly noticed someone nearby, their gaze fixed on him.
A player with a crocodile head and a human body, draped in gold and silver like an Egyptian pharaoh, stared intently at him.
Another player, with a blue face distorted by a distorted complexion, was staring at him, carrying steampunk-style gear.
The two players had completely different styles, just as the streetwalkers dressed in completely different styles.
Qingchen felt as if he were at the intersection of a multiverse, a fusion of Egyptian pharaohs, steampunk, cowboys, the DC Universe, the Marvel Universe, and Star Wars.
The crocodile spoke up, "This new player is actually white! Grab him!" "
Suddenly, Qingchen felt a bit careless.
So white people aren't welcome in the superconducting world?! Didn't he just increase the difficulty out of thin air? The gaming experience was terrible!
Qingchen turned and ran, familiarizing himself with his powers as he ran.
Undoubtedly, his A-level strength hadn't been brought into the superconducting world, nor had he brought any forbidden items. He was now only slightly better than an ordinary person.
However, while his strength was gone, his skills remained.
When it came to killing and counter-killing, he was incredibly experienced. Tested.
Instantly, Qingchen's body came to a sudden halt mid-run. The transition between movement and stillness was so swift and incredibly beautiful.
Qingchen spun around and punched, striking the opponent's vital spleen. Even a normal person's punch would have ruptured the spleen!
However, just as he turned around, the steampunk player's pump gun fired, and Qingchen's world suddenly plunged into darkness.
Holy crap.
Dead.
A voice rang out from the system: "The player has died and will be forced offline for one hour."
Qingchen sat up from the virtual cabin. The Lord of Daylight, playing a virtual world game in the Western Continent, had gotten off to a bad start, being instantly defeated...
This had nothing to do with his skill or strength; he didn't even know how the other party had killed him!
Yi, sitting next to the virtual cabin, propped up his head: "How did he get out so quickly?! "
"Ahem," Qingchen said, "My first step is to get a general understanding of what the superconducting world is like, and then come back to share it with you. Aren't you curious about what it's like inside? I have to tell you."
Yi brightened up: "Qingchen, you're so kind."
"Hmm..."