Chapter 165-1: Death Revived, Darkborn Trap (1) |
Compared to the other plans, feeding attributes back into reality does not incur extra sacrificial power costs.
It merely returns to the player’s real world body, by spending sacrificial power, that portion of attributes which originally belonged to the player.
Real world auctions that are opened at any time under the name of the Lunar Eclipse race can also replace the pay to win activities in the game.
This plan is entirely feasible in conception.
But to implement it, there are also a series of issues that must be handled in advance.
It requires the Lunar Eclipse race to cooperate in unfolding a life-modification project, to conduct external publicity, and it also needs the creation of a system capable of docking the player’s bodily attributes to the real body.
Qi Sheng preemptively named this system: Attribute Return System.
But Transdimensional and Nine Yin are currently attempting to create the automatic cultivation system’s architecture and testing, and for the time being have no time to handle this system-building project.
At the current stage the number of players is also small, so this plan has to be postponed.
Once attributes are fed back into reality and real humans’ lifespan and personal strength are enhanced, it becomes possible to disrupt public safety and order.
Most Earth members spend the vast majority of their time in the virtual game, but there are also some players whose real world activity time is relatively long.
The law’s constraint on real world activity lies in compulsory sanctions for illegal acts, but after players possess strength surpassing the norm, they might rely on that strength to easily escape legal sanctions, causing the law’s deterrent to fail.
For example, a player with extremely high attribute feedback might instantly flee the scene after committing a crime, making it difficult for the police to pursue, and even hard to confront.
Power surpassing the norm may cause some players to develop a sense of superiority, giving rise to the idea of ‘I won’t play along.’
They think they have already transcended ordinary people and are no longer bound by conventional moral norms, thus committing some acts that undermine order.
If the player legion is to develop well, stability of real world order is the cornerstone.
This is also one of the reasons he is unwilling to provide Inherited soul abilities.
With attribute blessings that exceed the norm, plus Inherited soul traits comparable to superpowers, some players might become lawless in reality.
For example, the stealth effect brought by the Duskhaze Inherited soul; once blended into the night, anything could become possible and it would be difficult to detect.
Therefore, before perfecting this attribute feedback system, he needs the Lunar Eclipse race to cooperate in constructing a more stable real world order, ensuring that after players obtain attribute feedback they remain within a controllable scope.
But this idea is only to prevent trouble before it happens.
As players grow stronger in the Monster World, they will naturally develop resistance to the real world.
There will be cases of being unwilling to log off.
This is also why high level worlds possess a huge allure for small worlds.
The Lord of Ecstasy is unwilling to return to the bottom of the well not only because of ambition, but also due to differences in environment.
Take the real world spirit-plant cultivation base as an example.
The cultivation base, built at great cost in resources and technology, has spiritual energy quality and spiritual energy content far inferior to even the most barren areas of the Monster World, and by a wide margin.
Wild grasses from the Monster World, once brought to Earth, can be incomparably precious spirit plants.
This difference is especially evident at the level of individual players.
Many players, after staying a long time in the Monster World, will experience an intense sense of drop-off when returning to reality.
As one player on the forum put it: it feels like suddenly bearing a heavy shackle, unable to move freely, even breathing becomes laborious.
Therefore, for the issue of regulating real world order, it is only necessary to keep a close eye on certain groups.
The vast majority of players will still take the game world as their main activity area.
[Boss, before the Attribute Return System is completed, how do you plan to handle that dead player?]
At this moment, Guide suddenly spoke up to ask.
After a brief thought, Qi Sheng stretched out his hand and grasped, sending the dead player’s bundle of consciousness from above the Sacrificial Power Pool into his palm.
“Revive him. He can continue creating value in the future.”
Upon hearing this, Guide did not waste words and immediately consumed sacrificial power according to Qi Sheng’s request.
This was different from the normal method of flesh reconstruction.
The true body of this old player, that is, his real world body, had not been docked to the Challenger System, so revival required extra sacrificial power.
Secondly, the old player’s consciousness had already dispersed into fragments, which likewise required sacrificial power to rebuild consciousness, piecing together the memory fragments wandering between heaven and earth.
A full-spectrum reconstruction of consciousness and flesh was to be carried out.
This is also why Qi Sheng is unwilling to give custom pets a revival function, because it requires an even more massive sacrificial power expenditure, and this cost is pure waste.
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Earth.
Inside the mourning hall.
The ice coffin stood silently, isolating the old man’s body from the mortal world.
The hideous mask of pain on the old man’s face before death had been made peaceful by the mortician’s work, as if he were asleep in a dream from which he would never awaken.
The old man’s relatives were all kneeling in neat rows before the ice coffin, grief like a breached flood bursting forth without restraint.
A thin woman collapsed onto the ice coffin, her hands gripping the coffin’s edge in a death clamp, knuckles white, tears uncontrollably welling from her eyes and rolling down her cheeks to drip onto the ice coffin. A suppressed sobbing rose from her throat, as if she were about to vomit out all the pain in her heart.
“Dad, how could you leave like this… the days to come…”
Her voice sounded as if it had been repeatedly abraded by sandpaper, already hoarse.
Those nearby were all weeping to the point they could not speak. The eldest daughter lay on the ice coffin, her body trembling violently, her crying sharp and drawn-out. Her hands gently caressed the ice coffin, as if wanting to reach through that layer of cold and touch her father’s body once more.
“Dad, I didn’t even have time to be properly filial to you. How could you bear to leave us?”
The younger daughter clung tightly to her mother’s side, tears soaking her clothes. She cried to the verge of fainting, her mouth repeating the word ‘Dad’ over and over.
The voice was faint but full of reluctance.
The grandchildren also knelt to one side. Still too young to fully understand the meaning of life and death, when they saw their elders so stricken, they too began to wail. Tears streamed unchecked down the little boy’s face as he wiped his eyes with his small hands and asked in a sobbing voice.
“Grandma, is Grandpa asleep? Why won’t he wake up no matter how we call him?”
The little girl hugged her mother’s arm tightly, fear and confusion filling her eyes as she sobbed without stop.
The daughters-in-law also wore faces streaked with tears, crying as they comforted the children beside them.
Grief, thick as viscous ink, reverberated within the mourning hall, clinging to every inch of air. Interwoven with the relatives’ sobs, it formed a net of despair that tightly bound this patch of heaven and earth.
Just then, an invisible force poured into the ice coffin.
Once that force entered the dead elder’s body, it was like a bolt of lightning in the dark night, instantly spreading through his withered frame.
His body began to tremble ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly. Withered blood vessels refilled, blood coursing like a spring stream after the end of winter, carrying new vitality through him. That heart which had ceased beating, as energy was injected, burst forth with life and began to pump powerfully, proclaiming the return of life.
Although his appearance did not change, this body which had already burned out its vitality was rapidly reviving.
The old man’s skin gradually regained its original luster, muscles within the body became firm again, and bones were no longer brittle.
Gradually, the old man’s breathing began to run, deep and strong, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
Life force transformed from sacrificial power continued to circulate within the old man, as if time were flowing in reverse, erasing the traces of aging one by one.
His body was no longer a shell on the verge of decay. Life was rekindled within, crossing the boundary between life and death, once more standing at life’s starting point.
“Cough, cough…”
The sudden cough made the mourning hall fall silent at once.
Figures clad in mourning turned as one to look at the figure in the ice coffin, their expressions going slack, staring in disbelief as the old man slowly opened his bewildered eyes.
The air seemed to solidify, time became incomparably slow at that moment, and the old man’s revival felt like a dream.
The eldest daughter leaning over the ice coffin pressed her hands tightly over her mouth. Tears slid silently from the corners of her eyes, yet she did not dare make a sound, for fear of disturbing this unbelievable instant. She even wondered whether she was hallucinating.
The children behind her widened their eyes, their innocent faces filled with confusion, unable to understand what was happening before them.
A little girl tugged lightly at her mother’s hem and asked in a small voice.
“Grandpa… has he come back?”
Her voice carried a childish tremor, plunging the relatives who had come to pay respects into silence once more.
Just then, the once-dead old man shouted in surprise, breaking the stillness.
“Fat Fish, hurry up and have your Lightfeather heal me once. That beast’s damage is so high, I can’t hold on. I’m afraid I’m going to die!”
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