Chapter 470: Experiment
Almost every day, aerospace transport planes launched into the sky, carrying batch after batch of people, willing or unwilling, leaving Earth with heavy hearts.
Many of them, perhaps for the rest of their lives, would never have the chance to return to the land that raised them, able only to stand on the Moon, gazing across the void to mourn that azure planet.
But even with the difficulty of leaving their homeland, they still chose to depart, for in their eyes, freedom was more important than anything else, even if what they gained in return might be an even harder life.
Living perpetually under the system's directives like robots, walking a pre-planned path through their entire lives, was simply too unbearable.
Of course, quite a few people were actually influenced by demonizing propaganda, subconsciously believing that the place was the embodiment of evil and that they absolutely could not remain, which was why they chose to leave.
However, among those who had truly lived within the Land of White for a few years, only a minority were willing to leave, because this society was simply far too comfortable compared to before.
This comfort didn't stem from material pleasures, but rather from a relaxation of the mind.
Without the worry of public safety issues, a sense of security permeated every corner. Even sleeping with the door unlocked, there was no need to fear thieves. Everyone's every move was watched under the system's watchful eye, so naturally, crime was out of the question.
Similarly, after the points system replaced money, it simultaneously swept away many problems that had arisen due to money in the past. Terms like "matching family backgrounds," "poor scholarly families," and "wealthy households" utterly became relics of history.
However, much more than just money had been transformed and gradually forgotten by history; there were also deeper things.
Concepts like the family, which had become unbreakable with the advent of hereditary systems since ancient civilizations, also began to gradually fade over these past few years.
People now felt more like individuals rather than members of a specific family, and their sense of belonging decreased day by day.
Blood ties seemed so fragile in the face of the ever-present system, especially in the eyes of the new generation of children, who even began to develop a tremendous dependency, believing that "Father and Mother aren't as close as the System."
Of course, all these changes were only occurring slowly.
Yet, under the educational guidance arranged by the system, perhaps in thirty to fifty years, the newly grown generation would truly and completely forget principles that had been held as golden rules from ancient times until mere decades ago.
The current significance of the Land of White's existence was both an attempt by someone to prolong life and an unusually lengthy social experiment.
...
Four years and eleven months after the declaration was issued.
The omnipresent illusory clocks in the sky silently spurred on those who wished to leave Earth every moment.
Under the death threat of a certain white demon, a group of people yearning for freedom truly completed this insane plan within five years – achieving the space migration of over three billion people to the Moon!
At this time, apart from the people of the Land of White, less than a billion people remained on Earth, the vast majority of whom had already moved into the sub-spaces of various major powers, awaiting the final wave of great migration.
These sub-spaces, lit only by artificial light sources, would be the dwelling places for most people for at least the next five years, because even with the engineering teams on the Moon building residential areas twenty-four hours a day, they still couldn't temporarily meet the needs of billions of people.
A portion of people lacking connections could only endure being squeezed together for a few years first.
...
"Time is almost up," Bai Mo muttered to himself, holding a globe in his hands.
Over these past few years, he had been attempting to recreate a planetary model similar to Earth using his spiritual energy within the Nine Netherworlds, a world of intertwined illusion and reality created by him, to begin yet another lengthy plan.
Standing at the boundary where illusion and reality converged, Bai Mo directly connected to the central database with his mind. Streams of information flashed rapidly before his eyes until he finally paused at a book – "Dou Dong Zhuzai".
That book could be said to be the beginning of everything. It was precisely due to its influence that Bai Mo, by accident, discovered the existence of Spirit Stones ahead of time.
Therefore, he decided to use its world-setting as a blueprint, weaving a related story world within the Nine Netherworlds, a space that was terrifyingly desolate almost everywhere.
After several years of thorough debugging, the stage was now complete. He had done his utmost to fill in all the missing settings and unspecified parts of the map from the book.
As for the actors in this play, he chose to summon large numbers of ignorant specters from the Soul Realm layer of the Nine Netherworlds, bestowing upon them false memories – or, in a certain sense, granting them new life.
"Could this also be considered establishing reincarnation?" Bai Mo wondered, looking at a vividly lifelike world within the Nine Netherworlds where everyone was still slumbering.
The immense effort he spent creating all of this was naturally not out of any sentimentality, but because he felt that the best way to explore the operating principles of a world was to personally create a virtual world infinitely close to reality.
Through prolonged operation, he would patch up vulnerabilities bit by bit, add more realistic simulation algorithms, and improve existing rules, until finally, it could perfectly mimic reality, reaching a level where no one could find any flaws.
Just like this world named Dou Dong Zhuzai, even if a transmigrator were to enter it now and try to mobilize the masses for large-scale nuclear industry and farming, they would helplessly give up because the atoms here couldn't undergo fusion or fission.
In Bai Mo's first-generation virtual world, atoms were the indivisible fundamental particles; he hadn't even created the deeper-level settings yet, so naturally, the corresponding functions couldn't be realized...
He was still far from capable of simulating to that extent.
"Holographic Role-Playing Game?"
"A game dungeon in the Endless Continent?"
...
At this moment, two mass-sent system mission messages in the Destiny System instantly captured the attention of countless people.
"Holographic game seeking unlimited beta test volunteers?"
"Seeking excellent novels indefinitely?"
These two messages, especially the latter one, were quite unexpected for everyone.
Because during these few years of the Land of White's rule, the entertainment industry had largely vanished. Although it hadn't become a cultural wasteland, and various forms of artistic creation still had their place, activities like autograph sessions and concerts had long since completely disappeared.
Now, the incentive mechanism for novel creation was actually being restarted, which genuinely left many people scratching their heads.
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