After clearing the game, I became the villain BOSS

The studio of the "Dawn" game production team is in the city where Su Mo lives.

After becoming famous with the "Dawn" project, this team has been favored by countless investors, and the number of people has gradually expanded to seven or eight hundred.

The Dawn producer did not forget his original intention and did not respond to the advice of some investors to make krypton gold card drawing games. He is still on the road of self-developed domestic stand-alone games. It is said that several projects are being developed at the same time.

Today, the studio welcomed a very special guest.

"Squeak——"

The producer sitting in the office heard the door open, looked up at the visitor, stood up and smiled warmly: "Hello, Mr. Su Mo, right? Please sit down."

Su Mo sat on the chair and nodded to the producer: "I suddenly want to talk to you face to face. It's a bit presumptuous. Sorry to bother you."

The producer said friendly: "It's okay. I have a deep impression of you. When the first internal test of 1,000 people was launched, you were the first player to get all the achievements. I have long wanted to invite you to the studio."

"Later I heard that you were sick and hospitalized. I raised funds for you in the studio. I don't know if it helped. Are you fully recovered now?"

Su Mo: "Yes, fully recovered, thank you very much for your concern."

Producer: "You're welcome. Um, so you said on Q that you have something to talk to me about. What is it specifically?"

Su Mo seriously told the producer about his "crossing" to the world of Dawn, including his illness, consciousness cycle construction therapy, etc.

Although Su Mo had summarized it as briefly as possible, the whole thing was still very long, and it took several hours to finish.

The producer listened carefully throughout the whole process, and was a little obsessed.

"Oh my God." After Su Mo finished speaking, the producer couldn't help but sigh.

He was not very interested in the consciousness cycle construction therapy itself, but was purely fascinated by Su Mo's journey through the dawn.

"This is amazing! The things you experienced in the dawn world are simply a hundred times more exciting than the content of the original body!"

He also said seriously: "You actually killed Ou Chenyu, it seems that Dr. Chen, the boss, has to be weakened."

Speaking of this, the two couldn't help laughing.

After laughing, the producer became serious: "So, you mentioned that you want to go back. Su Mo, as someone who often deals with the virtual world, I understand your feelings very well."

"I won't persuade you to be more open-minded like others, saying that the other side is fake and this side is real. But you have to understand that it is impossible to go back to the Dawn World."

"Didn't the doctor tell you that, apart from the technical limitations of consciousness transmission, your consciousness data no longer exists."

Su Mo said quickly: "It doesn't matter if it doesn't exist, it can be reproduced."

"I was playing games with a friend before, and he gave me inspiration with a sentence-the choices are exactly the same, the process is exactly the same, and the final result is of course exactly the same."

"What I want to talk to you about is whether the studio can release a large DLC, taking Dr. Chen as an example. As the protagonist, the plot starts with the injection of the ancestor blood code, and then based on all my experiences, my journey through time is completely reproduced. "

"Finally, through certain technologies, this content consistent with my experience is converted into consciousness data, so that the disappeared world can be found again!"

The producer pursed his lips, looking a little hesitant, and wanted to say something, but Su Mo said: "Funds are not a problem! I may not have money now, but I can make money. I will come to you when I make enough money!"

The producer raised his hand to signal Su Mo to calm down, and said with a complicated expression: "I fully understand your current mood, and your ideas are very unique, but to be honest, it's a bit naive."

"I won't mention how much advanced technology you need for this operation. Just say one thing, you completely confuse the two concepts of "game" and "world."

"Although our team has always said that "Dawn" is an "open world", it is still essentially just a game. "

"What is a game? A game is just a string of code and data. "

"For example. "Through the window, he pointed to a man in the office who was operating the modeling software and asked, "Do you know who he is?"

Su Mo glanced at the man and shook his head: "I don't know."

Producer: "His name is Lao Yang, he is our chief modeler, 45 years old this year, he was laid off by a large company 10 years ago, he has two children at home, and he still has tens of millions of mortgages. He happened to meet me when he was desperate. We chatted very well and decided to start a business immediately, and finally achieved today's achievements. "

"It's normal that you don't know Lao Yang, because he is just a passerby to you. If you didn't come to our studio today, you would never talk to him in your life, and you wouldn't even know that this person exists. "

"But whether you know him or not, for this world, Lao Yang is a real person with his own life. "

At this point, the producer turned on the computer and entered the "Dawn" game, pointing to a passerby NPC on the screen and asked: "Do you know who he is?"

Su Mo shook his head: "I don't know. "

Producer: "Yes, of course I don't know, even I don't know, because our game has never designed this person's background. He is just a passerby NPC temporarily generated by the code. Once he leaves your sight, this existence will disappear forever. "

He put his hand on Su Mo's shoulder and said deeply: "Do you understand? What is the difference between "game" and "world"? "

“The ‘game’ is limited, and all content is doomed from the beginning. You will only go through the process we have framed. Everyone is just a piece of code, which keeps running based on established rules. "

"In other words, it was a 'dead' world."

"But the real "world" is different. It is composed of countless people like you, me, and Lao Yang. All aspects influence each other. It is an unpredictable and huge chaotic system. "

"The real "world" is 'living', just like the dawn world you traveled to. Every individual is a real existence. Any tiny move you make may cause a butterfly effect and affect the direction of the entire world. "

"You said you wanted me to restore those things in the game based on your experience. Yes, of course it is possible from a production perspective, but it's useless."

"Even if we make it, the world will still be dead, not alive. The entire world will only operate within the range preset by the code, and all characters will only say what is preset by the database."

"You cannot use a limited "game" to generate an infinite "world". That is not playing a game, but "creating the world." That is something that only the Creator can do. "

Seeing Su Mo fall into silence, the producer shook his shoulder firmly and comforted him earnestly: "Okay, don't think about these things anymore."

"If you really love the world of Dawn too much, why not come to our studio? It is much easier for a senior player to become a planner than for a layman to become a planner. There must be work you can do. Let's maintain the "Dawn" game together. "

Su Mo suddenly looked up at him and asked: "In your opinion, what are the technical difficulties in generating a "world"? "

The producer said helplessly: "Su Mo, you."

Su Mo: "This is very important to me, please."

Looking at Su Mo's firm eyes, the producer knew that there was no way he could convince him, so he continued to bring the topic back: "The biggest difficulty is, well. I personally think it is the algorithm, computing power, and calculation of materials."

"As I just said, the world is a huge chaotic system, with nearly infinite factors affecting its operation. There is uncertainty at the cognitive level, and it is neither repeatable nor predictable."

"With current computer technology, it is impossible to create such a large chaotic system. However..."

Su Mo quickly asked: "But what?"

The producer hesitated for a while, then smiled helplessly: "That's what I said, just listen to it, don't take it seriously."

"Generally speaking, what we call 'infinite' is actually just an order of magnitude so large that it is difficult to count, so it is generally called 'infinite'."

"Actually, starting from the concept of matter, nothing in the world is infinite. The universe is finite, and the particles in the universe are also finite. Some scientists have done calculations, and it is about the order of magnitude 3.28×10^80."

"So theoretically, if there are different planes in a universe, its "world line" is also limited, it's just an order of magnitude huge. "

"Isn't the concept of artificial intelligence very popular now? If one day there is an AI that reaches the extreme in terms of algorithm, computing power, and calculation materials, it can calculate the change process of each particle, and finally calculate all possible evolutions of the universe. sex."

"Then we can really "create the world". "

After the producer finished speaking, he noticed that Su Mo's eyes became piercing, as if there was a flame burning inside, so hot that it was difficult for him to look directly.

Sumer stood up from his seat and bowed 90 degrees to the producer.

The producer quickly went to help him: "Why are you doing this all of a sudden?"

"Thank you".

Su Mo said.

"I know how to live!"

Time flies, the tide ebbs and flows.

More than fifty spring and autumn years passed quietly.

In a private ward of a tertiary hospital, the rays of the setting sun streamed in through the window. An old man with a haggard appearance was lying on the hospital bed with various tubes inserted into his body. His face was pale, his eyes were slightly open, his breathing was weak and slow, and he was silently looking at the patient. The afterglow of dusk dyed the sky golden.

He is really too old. He is over ninety years old this year. He is so old that even the advanced life-support equipment around him can no longer maintain his health. Life is like the setting sun outside the window.

At this time, the ward door opened, and the nurse walked in and said softly: "Mr. Su Xun, your son is here."

An old figure walked in. He was not as old as Su Xun, but he was also gray-haired. He wore thick reading glasses. Because his legs and feet were not very agile, he had to use an old man's stick when walking.

"Dad." Su Mo called.

"Here we come." Su Xun turned his head with difficulty, raised his withered fingers and moved towards him, "Come, let's talk."

Su Mo motioned to the nurse to go out first, then tremblingly came to sit next to Su Xun.

Su Xun asked in a hoarse voice: "How is your work lately?"

Su Mo nodded: "Everything is fine, just very busy."

Su Xun murmured: "You must be busy. Your technology company has operations all over the world, and the headquarters and branches add up to hundreds of thousands of people."

Having said this, he smiled: "When you were in high school, science was obviously a weak subject. I really didn't expect you to devote yourself to scientific research."

Su Mo didn't say anything. He just held the dry and cold hand and rubbed it back and forth to warm his father's hand.

The setting sun slowly sank towards the horizon, and the color of the sky changed from golden to orange-red, and then gradually stained with a touch of deep blue.

Su Xun's turbid eyes became deeper, and he asked faintly: "Still can't forget that place?"

Su Mo's pupils trembled, as if he was recalling his past life. After a long silence, he nodded gently.

Su Xun sighed, his eyes seemed a little blurred, with deep regret: "When you suddenly said that you wanted to study the field of artificial intelligence, I thought of it."

"Although you have always said that it is the outlet of future technology and you can make a lot of money, I know that making money is not your goal, even if you now have hundreds of thousands of employees and a net worth of more than 2 trillion, money has never been your goal."

"You want to go back, back to the world called Shuguang. For more than 50 years, everything you have done is to go back."

Su Mo whispered: "Dad, scold me if you want to."

The room fell into silence, but what Su Mo waited for was not a scolding, but a hand that was raised and gently placed on his face.

Su Xun's hands were skinny, with blue veins exposed, as if they would break at any time. His eyes showed the kindness that only one could have for his own flesh and blood.

Su Xun stroked his son's old face and smiled gently, "What's there to scold? You made so much money for us to spend, and your mother and I have enjoyed half of our lives, and we are very comfortable."

"As for the matter in your heart... Since you grew up, when has your father ever interfered with your choice of your own life?"

"What's more, you have accompanied us through all the roads in this world. Your mother passed away early, more than ten years ago. Your best friends, that is, Coco and the others, I remember they are all gone."

Su Mo nodded: "Fatty and Squid passed away the year before last, and Coco passed away last year. They are all in their seventies like me, and they are old enough."

The light of the setting sun gradually dimmed, and only a ray of afterglow remained on the horizon, as if saying goodbye to the world.

Su Xun's eyelids became heavy, but he still tried to look out the window, as if he didn't want to miss this last beautiful scenery.

"Yes, you have never been married and have no children in your life. Now your mother is gone, your friends are gone, and when I, your father, am gone, you will have nothing to worry about."

Su Mo rubbed his warm eyes, put Su Xun's dry hands into the quilt, and pretended to blame: "Old man, don't be so crow-mouthed. The 100th birthday party has been arranged for you in advance. You, the protagonist, can't be absent."

Su Xun's breathing became shallower and shallower, and the ticking sound of the ECG monitor began to become sparse. His eyes became scattered and blurred. He shook his head and murmured: "I can't wait until then. I dreamed of your mother last night. She said she missed me. I miss her too. It's time to find her."

The last ray of sunset light finally disappeared below the horizon. As night fell, the world fell into a quiet darkness, with only the rustling sound of the evening breeze blowing through the leaves.

"Son."

Su Xun's voice was so vague that it was almost inaudible, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a relieved smile.

"Dad is gone, you should also go find the world in your heart."

"Beep--" The ECG monitor made a sharp sound, breaking the silence in the ward.

Su Xun's eyelids closed forever. This ordinary father had no illness or disaster in his life, and he quietly bid farewell to the world with his son by his side before his death.

Su Mo couldn't help but burst into tears. He held Su Xun's cold hand tightly, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to his father for the last time. (End of this chapter)