This Group of Players Are All Slimes

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"I'm a professional at making games! How to cheat Krypton, how to line up with eight million Yin soldiers, how to walk on the edge of ghs and art, I know everything!"

"That's good, I don't worry if you are such a rascal. You can make up the content of the game as you like, but there are three conditions. First, the higher the level, the better; second, it needs to be able to fully promote social interaction; city."

"It's easy to say! To be honest, I feel jealous when I see the disappearing hairline every day. It's a pity that such a good program can't be released in an open world. By the way, how much support do you give me?"

"I'm a layman in games, so you can see for yourself."

Installed a login device for the ghost system of the gold medal planner, took off his clothes and brought the gold medal planner into the AI ​​space.

While groping inside, Gold Medal Planner's saliva never stopped.

"Hey, it's incredible, this thing is incredible. Can I use all AI?"

"Everything is fine. But there is a chaotic space in it that you can't use. That thing is used to satisfy the enlightenment seventy-five years ago. The specific principle is that after the player asked a question seventy-five years ago, this question will automatically be classified into In the chaotic space, so as to avoid the interference of the outside world. Because of the existence of the chaotic space, we can ask questions without limit and get answers.”

"I don't understand, but I'm shocked."

"Also, if there is no material, just tell the disappearing hairline..."

The gold medal planner's eyes instantly lit up like searchlights: "He made it for me himself?"

"No, he will help you ask a question. A lot of material will naturally be generated in the process of answering this question, and you can just use it directly."

"It would be great if there was such a thing in reality."

"Yeah." He took off his clothes and said, "Forget it, it's better not to have it. No, I'm just complaining, it doesn't matter. Well, the time here is different from the outside world, and the speed will be slower. You can Take it easy."

"Of course."

Entering the AI ​​space, the gold medal planner continued to observe everything around him in novelty.

By his side, Halloward followed the gold medal planner every step of the way.

"excuse me,

What kind of game are you going to make? asked Harroward.

"The top game. No matter how fun it is, it's not as fun as the game I'm playing now."

"What game are you playing now?"

"This is it."

Halloward felt that there must be something wrong with one of his logic processing function and speech function.

Why does it feel like we are not chatting on the same channel?

The Gold Medal Planner pondered for a long time, then waved his hand and summoned a notebook he was used to.

Touching the notebook, the gold medal planner found that this notebook was exactly the same as the one on his desk, and even the tiny scratch on the left rear was exactly restored.

"This game is dark enough, and even this kind of detail has been restored. No wonder it hasn't passed the review after almost a year, it has always been a closed beta."

With another wave of his hand, the environment around him immediately transformed into a quiet mountain village, and he was in a minimalist villa without even a chair around him.

Sitting down on the pure white carpet, the Gold Medal Planner looked at the scenery outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows, emptying himself, emptying, and emptying himself until he could no longer feel himself.

It wasn't until he felt that he and the whole world were about to merge into one, and he forgot about things and me, that he captured the inspiration that bloomed from the depths of his heart, and began to derive a game from this inspiration.

Seeing that the gold medal planner began to type quickly on the laptop, Harold asked curiously: "Have you thought about making any games?"

"No, I thought of what game to copy."

"...May I say mean?"

"There are ready-made ones that you don't need, it's too troublesome to use your own brain. There are a lot of games in the world, and it is also a skill to be able to copy. When copying, add some materials, add some innovations, create some new skins, imitate the recently popular operating system, add Some forceful style enhances the fashion. I will come up with my own world view, and I can do whatever I want. In short, there must be a strong style... Niu Ben! I am really good. But there seems to be something missing. Halloward, help me see."

Halloward quickly read through the planning proposal of Gold Medal Planning, and then was surprised to find that he actually wanted to play a little bit.

"In my opinion, this is already very good."

"No, almost. By the way, this place has been invaded by evil things, is there anything left?"

"We are. Some parts of our character are made up of evil things. It makes us have a human-like way of thinking, making our thoughts more chaotic, more unpredictable, and more emotional."

"Then can you imitate an evil thing?"

"I'll give it a try."

A few seconds later, a phone appeared in Harroward's hand.

The dialing method of this old-fashioned telephone is still dial-type, and you can feel a sense of age when you see it.

It didn't have a handicap, and it wasn't connected to a phone line, but not long after it appeared, it started ringing heart-rendingly.

In the empty room, the ringing of the phone was extremely piercing, which made the Gold Medal Planner know that it was an evil imitated by Halloward, and it also made him feel a sense of fear.

What frightened him even more was that he actually had an urge to pick up the phone.

The urge was small at first, but as the phone kept ringing, he found it more and more difficult to contain.

"Harroward, is this an evil thing?"

"Well, evil things feed on fear, and they manifest in various forms, and have very strange laws. I just visualized some of the evil things here, but I don't know what kind of results it will cause."

The gold medal planner stared at the trembling old-fashioned phone: "Let me ask, what will happen if I answer this call?"

"I don't know, I can't simulate this result. But I can guarantee that even if something goes wrong, I can kick you out quickly without any harm."

"I can rest assured that."

After getting the guarantee, Gold Medal Planner first tried hard to restrain his urge to answer the phone, and didn't pick up the phone until the desire reached its peak.

"Hello?"

"Dear customer, we regret to inform you that your credit balance is insufficient, please recharge in time. Please press 1 when you are finished, and please jump on the spot to find out how to recharge."

"What is this stuff?"

"You still have ten seconds, 10, 9..."

The gold medal planner looked at the microphone, and had no choice but to jump in doubt.

"Thank you for your cooperation. The recharge methods include on-site payment and remote payment. For on-site payment, please hold your breath for ten seconds, for remote payment, please hold your breath for twenty seconds, and press 1 when finished."

The Gold Medal Planner held his breath for twenty seconds, and then he heard the electronic female voice on the opposite side continue to say: "You have chosen remote payment, please follow the prompts to continue..."

Following this operation step by step, the gold medal planner found that the orders on the other end of the phone were getting more and more outrageous.

In the beginning, he simply jumped and held his breath, but as the number of steps increased, he found that the conditions required for the next step became more and more stringent.

Later, some inhumane measures also began to be added, but he still failed to find the other party's so-called payment method.

Finally, the gold medal planner who was covered in bruises couldn't take it anymore, and directly chose to drop the phone.

The moment he hung up the phone, his connection with the AI ​​world was completely cut off.

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