Single Player Only

Artwork is an abbreviation. A more accurate description is a game art designer.

Can be simply understood as drawing.

Normal 2D games or 3D games, there will be illustrations, character heads, and various stickers. For example, in a 3D game, the construction of a character may use thousands of polygons. Although the structured thing has the shape of someone, it is still displayed as a bunch of lines in image processing software, or a complex structure Geometry. Only with textures will these geometries become a bit human.

These textures can be found on the Internet or spliced, but if you want to do well, you really need to go to the pen to draw, or use the mouse to fix it one pixel at a time.

The artist is also responsible for many other tasks, and the artist is tired.

However, the most important thing at this time is the meaning of the word "artist" itself.

Xi Yueqiang had to associate more with this word, and the more he thought about it, the more he was afraid.

This game, is there an artist?

That means that all the scenes are drawn?

None of them are real, they are all painted?

What about people? Human faces, human bodies, those subtle movements, and the floating clothes corners are also drawn? The sounds around you, Ningqiu Ning in the coffin, Ai Qian who is fainting, and even the character in the game are all stickers?

When Yue Yueqiang entered the game, he did research on the image of this game. The method he used was simple: zoom in. Out of his room, he manipulated the character to squat, and then looked at the ground. He could even see the ant's nest. The tiny insect swayed six legs quickly, carrying food. He thought at the time that it was by no means a game that could be made out of pictures.

However, seeing the ink marks of the word "artist" on bamboo slips, his belief collapsed.

Is it all painted?

Xun Yueqiang wanted to touch the body of Qiu Ningning subconsciously, and wanted to see whether it was a painting or a bloody, corpse with touch. Then I didn't know what was in my head, and suddenly an idea came out. It was better to touch her than to touch her. So he raised his hand and touched his face.

Flesh, flesh and touch.

I'm fine, it's not drawn ...

Uh ...

Oh no!

I touch myself!

I'm not a computer person!

伸出 He reached out and touched himself again, and then touched the screen of the monitor. The screen hasn't been wiped for a long time, and I felt a bit of gray in my hand and it was a little dirty.

Wu Yueqiang looked at his dusty fingers.

Daze.

This is the second time. After entering this small room, I realized for a second time that "I am playing a game". He knew that this must be the effect of the so-called "ecstasy". Instead, he was able to wake up and think a little bit more clearly, thinking about the meaning of the word "art".

有 This game has an artist, so is there still a screenwriter? And data design, planning, testing, and even ... producers?

But this game is obviously a different world.

He can't believe such a game at all, just a game!

And, what about your own world? Why does this happen in the real world?

I thought of this, Yue Qiang suddenly thought of something that should have been thought of.

He can't play this game!

As long as you do n’t play, the blue progress in the game will not increase, and everything after it will be gone!

What if he only added eight points of charm? If he doesn't even click the "Enter Game" button after adding a point, the blue progress will always be 0. He can throw this computer!

Then I can rely on my extra eight points of charm, smile proudly, and live in the real world without any disadvantages. What a wonderful script ...

I should have thought of it!

I should have thought of this for a long time!

Ji Yueqiang is not a clever man, but he is not stupid. Such a simple matter, such a simple decision, as long as a normal person should be able to think, why can't he think?

The key is that he has never thought of it, but only occasionally can think of it, but he puts all his energy into the game again.

Only at this moment, only when his body in the game entered the small room and was smoked by the ecstasy, did he realize these problems one after another.

His eyes finally left the computer screen for a while, and he saw the mobile phone when he was awake.

He came up with an idea that was completely unrelated but extremely normal.

Perhaps, should I call home?

It's late at night, the room is dark, and the dim light of the computer monitor illuminates itself. The mobile phone is plugged into the USB charging port, and the main box flashes a light that represents charging.

I really should call home, but is this effective? He desperately wanted to make a phone call to his home, but he was afraid.

He was afraid of hearing blind sounds.

My real world ... my real world ...

Wu Yueqiang pressed the mouse lightly, the bamboo slip seemed to be tacit, and the same words appeared:

"Your real world ... I want to tell you something 'where' ..."

Yue Qiang, who was once craving for this answer, asked the real world 闾 丘端懿 several times to ask about it, but 闾 丘端懿 did not tell him. He understood the reason why she was trying to suppress the blue progress. He didn't blame her, but he still wanted to know.

Now, there is such an opportunity. He was scared.

I'm closer to the truth ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He is afraid to know the answer.

After so long, he guessed the answer, but. He didn't want that answer to be true, to emerge as ink, and to land on bamboo slips. He wanted to hear a whitewashed answer that would make him feel at ease.

Although he knows that there is a ecstasy here that can offset the subtle influence he receives, let him return to normal state, think of what normal people should think, and ask questions that normal people should ask.

But he didn't want to ask.

He was afraid his home was gone.

The bamboo slip was not as he wished, and the slowly emerging ink revealed the truth:

"Your real world, not reality! Not from the beginning!"

"Since you have all 8 points of freely assigned attribute points on" Charisma ", your whole life has changed!"

"Your place is not your home at all! It's just ..."

When Yue Yueqiang saw that "home", the tremor in his heart had reached the limit. When he saw the word "not" in front of "home", he felt that something soft in his heart was touched.

He roared a word with the loudest roar in the quiet little rental house:

"Yes!!!"

Then he raised his leg in excitement, and took out the main box of the computer on the ground.

The power of the main box is off.

The sound of the cooling fan stopped.

The socket uttered a "snap" and squirted a spark representing scrapping.

The display is still on.

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