??Chapter 673: 672. From Ocean to Land_1
Chapter 673: 672. From Ocean to Land_1
Under the Weibo topic, a myriad of comnts erged in this brief period.
“Does Lu Ban really think he can break into the gaming industry with this VR? I think he’s way too full of himself. In the end, VR is nothing but a pseudo-demand. With the current state of technology, this is purely conceptual; he won’t be able to handle it.”
“Maybe Lu Ban thinks his special effects are badass, so he wants to rely on technology to attract players, but at the end of the day, a ga has to be fun. Even the most badass technology can’t make up for a lack of gaplay.”
“I say, wouldn’t it be good if he just stuck to being a director? His movies aren’t bad, after all. Why does he have to wedge his way into the gaming industry, and with VR that’s already gone cold? I suspect he’s been hoodwinked by soone.”
“Do you guys think Lu Ban might actually co out with so incredibly badass VR equipnt, like the kind in movies?”
“How is that possible? Do you know how difficult that technology is? Besides, if there really was such technology, it would definitely be used by the military first. By the ti it got to consur use, Lu Ban would be long gone.”
“You guys, don’t be so absolute with your words. If there’s a turnaround, I’ll @ each and every one of you to flog the corpses!”
“I think you shouldn’t pop the champagne mid-ga. In the past, everyone doubted Lu Ban, but every ti, he managed to drop jaws with a surprise. This might be no exception.”
“Although I believe in Lu Ban, I don’t believe in VR. I work in image recognition myself, and the current technology is simply not enough to support the demands of VR gaming. Even if Lu Ban is amazing, could he really break through technological barriers in just a few months?”
During this ti, the vast majority of people were not very optimistic about Lu Ban’s new device.
There’s nothing new about it; VR, virtual reality, these aren’t innovative or groundbreaking technologies but ones other companies have already tried.
Besides the visual experience, there were issues with controls, space, and various technical constraints that relegated such technology to the shelf.
The helt that Lu Ban had co up with was causing a lot of anxiety.
“Really?”
Old Eggplant repeated to his friend for confirmation.
“Really, I told them you’re a big UP host with a million followers, and you’d be great for publicity. Plus, I’m well acquainted with the big shots over there, so I can get you an early experience.”
His friend said, then handed Old Eggplant a dia pass and directed him to go queue up.
Silent dia’s exhibition area had a total of ten devices.
One of these was reserved for priority dia gaplay, with a special dia queue.
As long as you have a dia pass, you could line up here and get priority to try out “Morning Star”.
However, there were so many journalists and dia people at the exhibition today that even the dia line was bustling, leaving Old Eggplant no choice but to queue up properly.
He eagerly watched as each person went into the small dark rooms to test the ga and soon, the first batch of players erged.
Old Eggplant craned his neck to see their expressions and sensed that sothing was off.
Every single one of them had a look of rapture, a dazed appearance, as if they had just woken up from sleep.
Their expressions were like they’d been drugged, like they had been high and then suddenly ca crashing down.
What on earth did they see?
The small dark rooms were a mode of gaplay demonstration at the gaming exhibition, typically used for gas that hadn’t revealed too much information. Visitors had to enter one by one, no photography or video recording allowed, and they could only describe the gas based on what they rembered after leaving.
“How secretive!”
Old Eggplant grumbled.
He wasn’t jealous of those people!
He noticed that even after they left the small dark rooms, they didn’t discuss anything but remained in that dazed state, which he found incredibly baffling.
Normally, when you play an exhilarating ga, shouldn’t you be eagerly wanting to share it with the people around you?
What’s with this sage-like state of affairs?
Even if we take a huge step back and assu that Lu Ban’s equipnt and ga are both extrely terrible, shouldn’t he have co out cursing vehently, shouting about demanding a refund or sothing to that effect?
This silence instinctively made Old Eggplant feel that sothing was amiss.
He thought back to the past, when so of Lu Ban’s movies premiered. The audience would exit the movie theater in a similar state, of course followed by that “those who know, know” secretive smile.
Do Lu Ban’s works really possess such magical power?
Old Eggplant grew increasingly excited about trying the ga in the small dark room.
After waiting in line for a while, it was finally his turn.
Old Eggplant entered the small dark room, initially curious about how Lu Ban’s VR equipnt would work, but inside the room, there was nothing but a staff mber to guide him, a soft sofa chair, and that helt connected to a power source.
Following the staff’s directions, Old Eggplant took a seat on the chair.
He put on the helt, which fitted reasonably well, and quickly his entire field of vision was obscured.
Guided by the staff, Old Eggplant recited the command to start the device with a heart full of doubt.
“Link, begin.”
The next instant, Old Eggplant felt as if sothing had pushed him backward; the soft sofa chair, the sowhat heavy helt—everything disappeared.
He just kept falling backward, falling, as if dropping into a bottomless abyss.
Then, accompanied by a kaleidoscope of black, a ray of light erged.
…
Old Eggplant had already forgotten how he walked out of the small dark room.
He looked sowhat dazedly at the queued crowd, at their expectant expressions, and he felt his footsteps were a bit floaty, like soone who had just climbed out of the water after nearly drowning.
Old Eggplant saw the others who had tried the ga, their appearances, genders different, but looking at them, Old Eggplant knew exactly what kind of expression was on his face.
He found a spot to sit and tried to calm his emotions.
A sense of irritation began to build within Old Eggplant.
He took out his phone, wanting to post a Weibo status or a story describing his current mood, but after a long thought, he felt he had changed, not knowing what he had done wrong to deserve such punishnt from the heavens.
Old Eggplant had reviewed many gas, and he could describe the vast majority with “fun” or “not fun,” and the sa went for gaming equipnt.
But now, he simply couldn’t evaluate Lu Ban’s “Morning Star.”
He felt that this equipnt, as well as what Lu Ban had shown them, was not sothing he was qualified to judge.
The gaming exhibition still had many booths, and the TVs at these booths played a variety of flashy ga trailers with many of them offering ga demos.
This should have been an exciting prospect, the very thing that Old Eggplant, as a gar, should be most eager to try.
But now, Old Eggplant knew.
When our human ancestors first stepped from the ocean onto the land, using their limbs to leave their own footprints on that vast world, they could never go back.
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