Chapter 198 - - (What is this doing)

Chapter 198: Chapter 196 - (What is this doing)Su Ming’an was somewhat silent.

The air was also very still.

Ever since the black and white cats were driven out and the room became less noisy, it was the first time he felt this silence, and it was somewhat hard to endure.

He silently opened the top pinned post—usually where the organizers updated some of the new mechanics that appeared in the Main God Space, so that the newly returned Adventurer Players wouldn’t fall behind the "times".

...It was only then that he learned what the Main God Space had upgraded during the Fifth World.

An easier-to-use gaming engine. Easy to handle, even for newcomers who could use it to create decent games.

Also, a "structural virtual scene" system that could generate different scenes. It was because of this thing that the scenes from Zhai Xing could now be reproduced in the Main God Space without starting from scratch.

Simulating some new scenes wasn’t impossible either.

Some architects and designers used this thing to recreate some of the famous buildings and amusement parks on Zhai Xing.

After that, there wasn’t much useful stuff left.

Su Ming’an looked at these updates and only felt puzzled—what were all these things?

Although it was said that as different worlds opened, human technology also advanced accordingly, the progress wasn’t significant.

It was like a primary school student who had just learned arithmetic suddenly seeing a high-level calculus textbook, feeling amazed but unable to understand it.

Basic elements seemed difficult to extract here, and magical skills were beyond exploration.

Digital bodies made dissection impossible. A human body was more like a model, even if it was cut open, there were only simulated blood and lost life bars.

Even if he took out a Blood Bottle to study its contents, he could not get any results.

Everything seemed brand new, everything seemed detached from reality.

Like Props having only one effect and a name, everything else was illusory, and people could not apply the scientific re

He added the forms to his favorites, then opened the "super talk" section.

...He still remembered to check the super talk.

The people who sent him warmth had said, he must check the super talk.

When he opened the super talk, there was a brief freeze.

And after the loading screen flashed by, he saw a huge lighthouse occupying the entire screen, which quickly faded into a low-saturation background behind a series of emerging posts.

...The interface was nicely done.

He looked up and saw the bold heading, "Number One Player·Su Ming’an Super Talk."

A line of smaller text below:

"—If everyone is a lost ship in the vast ocean, you are the only lighthouse above the sea surface."

...Quite fitting.

He scrolled down and saw a red-pinned top post:

He clicked to see what these people were up to.

The screen changed to show a large font.

The poster was a player named He Yuan, who seemed to be from Dragon Country, with a little super talk bar manager icon under his avatar, indicating he was one of the managers.

The opening stunned him, reminding him of the times he was trapped by posts after the end of the First World.

After hesitating for a moment, he continued reading.

[Sincere thanks to those brothers and sisters from the Fifth World who decisively decided to bring warmth! Through our precise planning, you succeeded in getting the items to your hands and even pulled his attention back! You’re the best! Chuimi!

To foster a good super talk environment, in the three days the Number One Player might browse super talk, all entertainment posts are strictly forbidden! Also prohibited are pulling CP and dream boy/girl posts!! Fan fictions and fan arts must also be temporarily removed! (Whoever posts will be muted for a month)

At least on the first few pages of super talk, only useful strategy posts and summary posts can be retained, no frivolous posts allowed!

If you want to cheer for the Number One Player, please do not post separately; click this main link to make a cheering post! (Attach link)

If you think you understand the lighthouse theory very well, you need to communicate with management! After verification, you may start a discussion post! Any strange comments during this period will be deleted! (Attach management contact information and ID)

If you want to actually help the Number One Player or transact or communicate with him, please contact the main manager (ID: EU9082)...]

Super talk and forums are different—forum posts are managed by the organizers’ personnel, but super talk is managed by players who are elected by the community, hence these managing players have quite substantial power.

However, super talk was never really a place for serious posts.

Su Ming’an continued reading:

[I believe everyone who joined this super talk genuinely loves the Number One Player!

We hope everyone can understand the large-scale intervention by management during this critical period! After three days, super talk will return to its normal order.

We don’t want to completely prohibit everyone’s confession posts, but we hope that when the Number One Player needs it the most, we can provide him with the most valuable strategy posts!

To avoid becoming the most worthless players, who only lay flat, let’s put our efforts together!

Mina-san, let’s create a world where mankind strives together! Siegai!

Yigouzou!]

Su Ming’an finally finished reading this post.

He ignored the various encouraging posts below, with only one thought remaining in his mind.

...What are they doing (what are they doing)?

He suddenly felt as if he was out of touch with the era, unable to feel the passion of these people. While browsing through the lines filled with "affectionate" words, he only felt awkward.

He randomly clicked on a post titled, "Come in and Experience the Beauty of Number One Player in the Prosperous Era!"

He definitely wasn’t attracted by the post’s title, it was just a random click.

Then, he saw a series of screenshots from his own live streams.

He really had no interest in seeing his own photos on such public posts, scrolling down to see what these people were actually like.

Then, he saw a string of exclamation marks.

Su Ming’an scrolled the comments down to the bottom, looking at a series of admiring and confessing words.

...Is this the legendary super talk?

Although he had occasionally seen such stuff online in his usual internet use.

In QQ Space, his female classmates would repost some celebrity photos and praise them, and he would just skim through.

...He had never thought that one day, he would be the object of such attention.

Even though the intention was good.

But as he read these comments, seeing that most of these people still had the forum level lv.1, he felt that their words were less practical than what Lv Shu and the others casually said.

Forum level lv.1 indicates a player who has never successfully completed a world, and also a player whose secondary occupation is still unmastered.

...In his heart, these were equated with players of no value.

But these people, in such a place, with such a tone of extreme fondness, collectively said, "They like him."

Is this what liking is?

They had clearly seen his live streams, understood his words, knew that he did not appreciate such unsuccessful idle players.

Yet could they act as if they didn’t know, saying they liked him here, expressing their affection freely?

Even though they knew deep down that they were the type of people he liked the least?

Such people, on the forum, were as numerous as a torrent.

Their affection, however, was beyond his understanding.

After all, verbal expression is the easiest thing. It requires no effort, no time, just a touch of the lips, a tap of the fingertips, enough to move oneself.

He had seen many people’s love, different kinds of love, and gradually he had come to understand what kind of emotion it was.

Unlike the books he had read before, unlike all the information he had seen, in a world that seemed real, he saw countless forms of "love" that would hardly exist on Zhai Xing.

Bai Xiong’s love was obsessive and passionate. He chased the "Nuoliya of his dreams" like a madman, sacrificing his life and soul, shattering all the plans of the Goddess Mother, sacrificing countless people to maintain a pathological city, and then became the ashes and bones under her feet, loving with a devotion that was also sick.

Shen Xue was the same; she desperately wanted to maintain that absurd school, to keep him by her side, and for that, she killed countless students and skinned them, waiting there for twelve years.

Su Ming’an’s love, however, was a kind that he did not quite approve of. She cherry-picked meanings, creating chaos in the Main God Space, but even so, she was still a valuable existence.

As for Shen Yue, he did not think that was love, rather it felt more like comradeship.

But even comradeship was infinitely stronger than those mundane words that halted at the lips.

He indeed was not suited for places dominated by super topics.

He no longer looked at these confessions, but instead, he found some useful strategy posts and added them to his collection.

The posts mentioned that the side occupation Players’ researched Mentality Relief Potions could improve his condition—this was indeed similar to what he knew.

They also listed information about his Equipment—how these people calculated it, he did not know. It was almost exactly the same as his real information, except for some skills he had not shown yet. These people had almost completely turned his details inside out.

Then, based on these, they proposed several sets of equipment configurations.

Besides that, there were posts from people eager to collaborate, some wanting to team up with him, offering him equipment for free, others wanting to form small groups with him to provide him with side occupation resources. There were also those who wanted to engage in leisurely exchanges, wanting to make entertainment collaborations with him.

But now that he had more trustworthy people, he naturally wouldn’t look for teammates in such a mixed place.

...He had explicitly said that he would view super topics, who knows if many scheming people were also mixed in there.

After hesitating for a moment, he still clicked on a post.

The post was named: .

Having seen confessional posts in similar threads before, he had already grown somewhat fearful of such posts.

Fortunately, during the period, there seemed to be no such misleading posts.

As for the previous confessional posts, that was it, he hoped to find some useful things in these seemingly serious threads.

The first thing he saw was a bold line of large text:

"No way, are you really going to find that guy?"

In the neatly organized elegant interior, a young man with hair shimmering golden in the daylight, was sipping the liquid in his cup.

However, the glowing color was not that of coffee, but a strawberry-like red.

As he raised his head, his lips were lightly stained, vividly conspicuous against his pale complexion.

"Yes," Noel set down his cup of strawberry juice: "I want to meet him."

The blond young man standing next to him slightly furrowed his brows: "He is not an easy person to deal with, especially since you haven’t achieved a Perfect Pass, and you are one step behind him in the Second World..."

"It’s okay, it’s okay, Eni." Noel smiled.

The young man, graceful like a little noble, now had a transparent and bright smile.

"Even though there are always fools who lower the fun level of the game, I still think... that all that is meaningless. I just want, to make him happy," he said. "Games should be played with smiles."