The appearance of "Qiankun" not only represents the innovation of optoelectronic technology, but also represents a great progress in the "cloud system". However, there are always two sides to the story, and more and more players are experiencing symptoms of irritability, insomnia, and even mental illness. In their perceptions, the boundaries between the real and the virtual are becoming more and more blurred.

Before the "Doomsday Encounter", a middle school student in Los Angeles considered himself a powerful warrior and kicked and injured stray animals (a move that sparked protests from animal protection associations); Some people have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and even greet friends with the greeting actions of game characters; Some people only like game characters and claim to have no interest in real-world women...... At the time of the interview, the above-mentioned patients were still unaware of their disconnection with reality and society, and continued to go their own way.

On the day of the "doomsday confrontation", thousands of people committed suicide in the United States, of which about 70 died in a timely manner. Some college students burst into the classroom and opened fire, shooting and killing 11 classmates and teachers, and then drank bullets and died; Fourteen people died suddenly in front of a computer, wearing holographic helmets at the time of their deaths. According to a survey, the number of patients with psychosis increased by 72% year-on-year compared to the previous quarter, which is not a small number.

In the aftermath of Doomsday, new symptoms appeared: players began to fear the night, sleep shortened, sleep quality deteriorated, and most of them were depressed and irritable. One mania admitted, "If it weren't for the conflict with the necromantic player, I think I would have been able to control my emotions." What I saw before I died was actually a zombie face, and no one could stand it. ”

Some sociologists believe that the faction conflict in "Qiankun" is not just a simple game process, but the collective madness of modern people after being oppressed by urban life. People need to vent the pressure accumulated in life, study, and work, so they must find "enemies", and the faction conflict in the game can provide them with countless "enemies". Because of this, the war against the Bone Tyrant attracts a large number of players. However, the concern is that with the support of increasingly perfect technology, the virtual world is no longer a simple paradise for venting, it can also feed all kinds of negative emotions back into reality, making people schizophrenic. Under the wave of faction conflicts, the entertainment of the game began to disappear; And players subconsciously twist "killing" into "entertainment", and their mental state is worrying.

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After getting the new skill, Qingyi asked, "Teacher, I still want to know, is the [Starry Night Gate] an infinite number of new subordinates?" But so far, I've only managed to replace three? Where did the others go? In terms of skill attributes, it should be 100% convertible...... what is the absorption and action principle of [Starry Night Gate], and why there are special circumstances, can you explain a little more clearly? ”

Hearing this, Dever's face was extremely ugly. As soon as he stretched out his chicken paws, he tore Qingyi's head off the door. His big bloodshot eyes were in front of Qingyi's eyes, and his voice was hissing and cold: "I thought you were more or less different from those vulgar people, and it turned out to be a puddle of shit." Skills, Skills...... Adventurers will only deceive themselves with a lot of boring data, which is really naïve and sympathetic!! Strength and skill are different, how many times do you want me to say it to understand?! ”

Qingyi was speechless. It was the first time he saw such a fierce Deverberry that the other party seemed to have become a complete stranger, a stranger who wanted to take the life of the dog.

Seeing this, the general hurriedly stepped forward to stop Defu: "Old waste wood, if you have something to say, don't scare him-"

"But he's a mediocre and a waste! Look at what he's thinking?! He wants to use words and data to explain power!! Aha, I might as well find a dog to be a student? At least the dog doesn't need me to explain the origin and shelf life of meat and bones! "Dev speaks without swearing, but with far more viciousness than the swearing. He looked at the skull in his hand with disdain, and his expression was distorted: "You know what? How many people in this world try to clear the fog and see the truth, but you have to brush the fog to feel at ease? ”

"I just want to know the detailed property ......"

"Then summarize the rules yourself?! Do you have an intellectual disability? You can't use your brain? After all, you adventurers are not fit to survive in this world, because you are out of place! ”

"I substituted!"

"Huh? Killing a few aborigines here without guilt, or developing inseparable feelings for an aborigine, is this called substitution? But are you eating here? Do you sleep here? Are you getting married and having children here? As if he had discovered the funniest joke of the year, the corners of his mouth pulled up, and he smiled very perversely: "You are indeed different from others, but you are more miserable than others!" You live in the middle of it, you don't belong here or there! ”

This sentence really hit Qingyi's heart.

"With words, there are doubts! I think it's better for me to deal with it like this, so I don't have to ask back and forth! With a wave of Dever's wand, Qingyi found that the skill attributes had changed again:

【Starry Night Gate】The soul space unique to the Necromantic King stores endless souls and has incredible power.

"Now me off, you're disgusting to me!!" Dev turned his back to Qingyi.

The Bone Gate disintegrates, then cobbles together into the Bone Tyrant. Qingyi bowed to the teacher and left silently. Even Robert never scolded him like that, but he couldn't afford to turn against him.

It's so much fun...... Aren't games built on data? Pictures, dioramas, sounds, and storylines are all part of the system's database, a collection of 1s and 0s. The achievements and equipment obtained while playing the game are just a bunch of data that cannot be eaten or drunk, but why can people be addicted?

It's because the game brings emotion and joy, it has life, it's like a new world at your fingertips. Players are critical of the game and give it value. In the eyes of players, Qiankun is a good game, and it is worth treating it as reality and indulging in it.

However, the NPCs in "Qiankun" feel that adventurers are worthless, and adventurers are not welcome. They have their own values and don't need the player to identify with them. "Qiankun" is already their reality, and it is no longer monotonous and rigid data. This highly humanized artificial intelligence always makes people unable to distinguish between truth and falsehood, as if they are really fresh lives.

In this way, the so-called "substitution" is only a theory, and it is difficult to do it in practice. People should not live in the virtual world, nor should they have strong feelings for virtual life. What exactly do you need to do to find a balance between the real and the virtual?

"Am I crazy, or am I not completely crazy?" Qingyi asked to herself, and then smiled bitterly. He couldn't cope with this kind of deep-seated philosophical problem, so he still left it behind and dealt with mundane matters.

He thought about it, then returned to the City Lord's Mansion and walked into Suo'er's room. As soon as she saw her father reflected in the mirror, she jumped up excitedly: "Daddy—oops! She heard a scream, but she didn't pay attention when she got up, and the chair fell backwards and hit the ground.

"It's obviously a girl, but she's more careless than a boy, I'm really convinced!" Qingyi laughed, picked up her daughter, and habitually spun in place: "Hey, a little fat?" Is it too much Halloween candy? ”

"Where am I fat! I only eat very little every day! Su'er pouted and complained. She is getting more and more beautiful, with big eyes and bright eyes, and her eyelashes can fan a gust of spring breeze; She was also half a slap taller than when she was first replaced, as if she had taken a ripening agent; The only thing that remains unchanged is her innocent heart. As a father, Qingyi sincerely hopes that Suo'er will always maintain a childlike heart.

However, Mr. Defer's words rang in his mind again: "You live in the cracks, you don't belong here or there!" ”

Qingyi knows very well that he is a lonely person with failed relationships. After the "Doomsday Encounter", he lost all his friends and became autistic and gloomy for a while, but it was Robert who opened his heart, his subordinates who rekindled his feelings, and the "City of Waiting" that gave him the motivation and reason to continue playing. However, in psychology this is called "affection substitution...... Robert, Fermat, Strom and others are actually substitutes for their own spiritual emptiness, just as some families treat pets as children. Once Qingyi has a stable interpersonal relationship in real life, unrealistic feelings will slowly fade, and his subordinates will eventually become dispensable.

So, is it impractical to pity, love, and care for Su'er? Is it being regarded as a pathology and needs psychological counseling? Is it the kind of feeling that is destined to be forgotten in the future?! ……

"Dad, what are you thinking?"

Suo'er's delicate voice pulled him back to reality. He stroked Suo'er's jet-black hair and said with a smile: "Dad is going to take you out to play!" ”

"Okay!" As soon as Suo'er finished speaking, the look in her eyes gradually dimmed. She grabbed Qingyi's clothes and sullenly: "Grandpa Jont said that it is dangerous outside, and I am not allowed to go out ......"

"It's okay, Daddy can protect you!" Qingyi took Suo'er by the hand: "Let's go!" ”

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On the territory of Astant, the command of the Resistance Army.

Players and NPCs sit in the command headquarters, facing a dazzling array of magic items, constantly aggregating information from the front lines while delivering orders as requested by the commander-in-chief. The commander-in-chief was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy who wore a yellow beach jacket with a coconut tree motif and a pair of large sunglasses; He had black hair and bronzed skin, and he was probably a Hawaiian resident; He sat in the middle of the headquarters (this position was as accurate as if he had asked a Chinese Kanyu master to see feng shui), and a pair of flip-flops were so far from his seat that people couldn't help but help him pick them up. Although the people around him looked like they were facing a great enemy, the commander-in-chief did not seem to be infected by this atmosphere, and still yawned leisurely, and his eyes were filled with tears. This is the strongest military strategist of the "Gospel", the "liar" Bald Eagle.

A man pushed open the door of the headquarters and walked straight to the bald eagle. The man wore brown goggles and had blonde hair standing on end; He was clad in chain mail that shone with magical runes, and his forearms were covered with golden armor; He walked as if he were not affected by gravity, and his heels were limp as if he were about to leave the surface at any moment. He exudes a golden, warm glow that immediately attracts the attention of the players. This is exactly the "gospel" god, the glorious halberd hand free first class.

"Hey, Bald Eagle!" Free First Class Lane.

"Hi, 'bird flu'." Bald Eagle said, then yawned again.

Liberty First Class's face turned dark. A few of the working players couldn't help but laugh before being enveloped in a powerful killing intent that caused laughter to jam in their throats. All work in the command came to a standstill, so quiet that only the magic props could be heard. You know, the accepted nickname of the first class of freedom is "virus", and calling him "bird flu" will only fuel his anger.

The Bald Eagle and the Liberty First Class had a holiday. In the battle of the "Iron Cable Mountains" that caused a sensation in the United States - the conflict between the elves and the orcs, Mengduanguanhe (a Shenji military division from "Huaxia") commanded the orcs to defeat the elves (Bald Eagle served as the commander-in-chief of the elves), and the free first-class cabin fought under the command of Mengduanguanhe at that time. It is said that Bald Eagle hates the first class of freedom because of this, and resolutely refuses to invite him to help in the battle.

"I'm here, and you're so welcoming to me?" The free first class cabin slowly retracted the coercion. He kicked his slippers over, then looked around at the furnishings in the headquarters, "I'm here to stop the June Sun, so I chose to be your pawn." You can give me orders and tasks. ”

"Okay." Bald Eagle Road.

"You actually agreed?"

"Why not? Although I am not very old, it does not mean that I have no brains. You are a very useful pawn, and I am very eager to put you on the board. ”

Liberty First Class smiled: "That's right, I also value your command skills." ”

The two glanced at each other, and reached a consensus in an instant: to let June Sunshine fail miserably!!