RNP Chapter 85: Finding movies boring, he directly created a holographic immersive time-travel experienc
Chapter 85: Finding movies boring, he directly created a holographic immersive time-travel experienc
A few kids wearing prodigy headbands threw down their calculus exam papers, pointed at the latest Hollywood 3D sci-fi blockbuster playing on the holographic TV, and pouted, complaining that the five-cent special effects were an eyesore.
Lin Xian leaned back in a rocking chair outside the corridor, listened to the children's complaints, and nodded in deep agreement.
He occasionally wants to watch a popcorn movie to kill time, but the aliens cut out from the green screen and the stiff motion capture on the big screen make him feel so embarrassed that he almost gets a stroke.
These days, entertainment industry capital is pouring all its money into hiring young, handsome actors, and the special effects produced are worse than those in games from twenty years ago; it's a pure insult to the audience's retinas.
Lin Xian stroked his chin, feeling that although the infrastructure and food in this special zone had improved, the area of spiritual and entertainment consumption still needed to be raised several levels.
He extended a finger and tapped the invisible patch on his temple twice, instantly issuing a modification command covering the entire Qingshui Divine Kingdom.
Since you think the visuals on the screen lack immersion, I'll just build a 100% holographic immersive time-travel experience center and let you go in and be the protagonists yourselves.
The massive, fifty-kilometer-long particle accelerator deep underground emitted a low hum, instantly drawing away excess energy that would normally be used to charge mobile phones.
A massive amount of pure plasma energy flowed into the white marble plaza through underground pipelines, and eight dazzling dark matter projection columns rose up around the plaza.
Billions of invisible nanobots swarmed and intertwined wildly in the air, constructing an absolute virtual-real boundary matrix covering an area of 20,000 square meters.
Zhong Xiaoai was in the lab working out superconducting formulas while eating instant noodles. As she watched the redundant energy suddenly being drained from her computer screen, the plastic fork in her hand fell onto the table with a clatter.
Tang Wu rushed barefoot to the window and looked at the eight dark matter energy pillars rising from the square. She was so excited that she even buttoned up her white coat.
The boss actually used the miniature space folds generated by the Large Hadron Collider to build a virtual reality amusement park for playing games.
If those tech giants on Wall Street who have spent hundreds of billions on the metaverse concept saw this, they'd probably line up to jump off the top of the Empire State Building.
Lin Xian yawned and had his smart assistant bring over several alloy boxes filled with lightweight silver sensor helmets. He then casually kicked open the lids of the boxes.
This helmet is lighter than a baseball cap and uses the highest level of neural connection technology, allowing the human body's five senses to be 100% synchronized with the holographic world.
Chu Yiyi and Shen Youran, two former top female stars, threw down the sheet music for the girl group they were rehearsing and rushed over first in their high heels.
They were already fed up with acting in front of a green screen without any props while filming in the entertainment industry. When they heard about a 100% realistic time-travel experience, their eyes lit up like two cats seeing dried fish.
As the rational head housekeeper of the special zone, Su Qinghan originally wanted to maintain the airs of a president, but Xia Anran forcibly dragged her into wearing a silver helmet.
Lin Xian leaned back on the leather sofa, lazily waved his hand, and gestured for the chattering girls to hurry up and go in for a taste.
Dozens of girls, along with the little brats from the prodigy class, put on their helmets and stepped into the boundary between reality and illusion in the center of the square, which emitted a soft blue light.
As the light and shadow shifted, the scene before Chu Yiyi's eyes suddenly reassembled, and she found herself in an ancient battlefield filled with smoke and the neighing of warhorses, a battlefield of cold weapons.
She looked down and saw that she was wearing a heavy and realistic set of silver luminous armor, and holding a hundred-refined steel spear stained with virtual blood.
A troop of heavily armored Ironclad warriors on tall horses charged towards her. The tremors of their hooves pounding the ground and the strong smell of blood in the air made her gasp.
Liu Rushuang, the female successor of a reclusive ancient martial arts sword sect, possesses unparalleled sword skills in reality but has nowhere to use them. At this moment, she completely lets loose in the virtual battlefield.
She abandoned the spear assigned by the system, drew the ancient bronze sword from her waist, and transformed into a blur as she charged into the enemy ranks, her sword energy crisscrossing and causing the virtual soldiers to fall to the ground.
The unbridled thrill of mowing the lawn was exhilarating for the usually aloof female security guard, who exclaimed that this was the place a swordsman should be.
On the other hand, Shen Youran and Princess Alice chose a post-apocalyptic wasteland science fiction scenario.
The two men, dressed in close-fitting individual combat uniforms and carrying plasma anti-aircraft guns, were being frantically chased by a swarm of millstone-sized alien spiders in the ruins of a broken alien world.
The recoil from the laser weapon striking the insect's carapace, and the burning sensation of the hot slime splashing on her face, caused Alice, a beauty queen from multiple countries, to scream repeatedly.
In this wasteland world where there was no real danger to their lives but the pain was intense, they fired wildly, releasing all the pressure they had accumulated.
The composed Su Qinghan also immersed herself in a script set in a medieval magical continent, waving her wand to summon meteorites and experiencing the thrill of being a queen, a goddess of magic.
Ma Hualong, standing outside the gate, held a cup of goji berry tea and leaned on the railing, watching the girls in the square dancing and punching the air.
He swallowed hard and turned to look at Zhou Bapi, who was also staring at him with gleaming eyes.
Lin Ye's move is too ruthless. With this kind of entertainment device that can completely overwhelm the competition, the world's console game manufacturers will have to declare bankruptcy and liquidation tomorrow.
Zhou Bapi, clutching his stun gun, was planning to shamelessly ask Lin Xian for a helmet once the group of young ladies were tired of playing. He wanted to experience the thrill of being a gangster emperor in the virtual world.
The group of foreign female academic superstars who lined up at the door every day to do their homework were so impressed that they tore up their scratch paper and were willing to kneel on the ground and beg to go in and play for ten minutes.
Bai Qianqian sat on the edge of the square with her drawing board in her arms, watching the realistic scene transitions, and sketching out crazy design drafts with her charcoal pencil.
She felt that this place was like an artist's paradise, where every frame perfectly matched her ultimate fantasy of cyberpunk and wasteland aesthetics.
Wearing an apron and carrying a plate of freshly cut fruit, Chen Xiuniang looked at everyone having so much fun with a gentle and content smile on her face.
Lin Xian had no interest in these fighting and killing dungeons. Instead, he created his own virtual tropical private island map.
On that undisturbed beach, the temperature of the sun was precisely set at twenty-six degrees Celsius, and even the sea breeze carried the sweet scent of coconut water.
He lay in the virtual hammock, listening to the sound of the waves, with chilled watermelon juice, a product of the system, beside him, and closed his eyes contentedly.
This way of enjoying any scenery in the universe without leaving home is his original intention in developing this holographic system.
The entire Qingshui Special Zone was completely immersed in this unprecedented peak entertainment, and everyone was utterly in awe of Lin Xian's divine abilities.
Even the big yellow dog at the village entrance was wearing a specially made dog-sensing helmet, drooling as it chased a group of rabbits across the virtual grassland.
As darkness fell, a crescent moon hung on the treetops of Qingshui County, and the night breeze carried a hint of the chilling desolation of early autumn.
In the real world outside the manor, everything seemed calm and peaceful, even the chirping of insects was less frequent than usual.
At this moment, less than two kilometers from the boundary marker of Qingshui County, deep in the dense forest, more than a dozen eerie figures blending into the darkness were rapidly moving through the canopy of trees.
They were all dressed in identical radar-absorbing stealth combat suits, carrying Gauss-powered rifles equipped with silencers, their movements so professional that they didn't even make a sound like they were breaking a dry branch.
This is the most notorious mercenary group in the international underworld, the Venom Fang, whose members are all top-tier outlaws who crawled out of piles of corpses in the midst of war.
Several overseas military giants, unwilling to go bankrupt, pooled together a final five billion US dollars to buy their ability to forcibly infiltrate the manor tonight, kidnap Lin Xian, and exchange him for technological blueprints.
These mercenaries, who live by the sword, are willing to slaughter an entire tribe for money, and they don't take this remote little mountain village in China seriously at all.
The mercenary captain, who was leading the group, gave a professional hand gesture, and the twelve members dispersed like ghosts, forming a standard tactical encirclement formation as they approached the village entrance.
The captain looked through the infrared night vision device at the security guards at the manor gate who were still drooling over the holographic screen, and a cruel and contemptuous sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.
He gently pulled the bolt, the faint click of the bullet being chambered sounding particularly jarring in the quiet night.
Just as his finger was about to pull the trigger of the Gauss rifle, a faint red light burst from the stealth radar center of the underground hangar.
The piercing sound of a real air raid siren suddenly rang out in the real world, its rapid beeping instantly shattering the tranquility of the special economic zone's outskirts.
As Lin Xian lay on the holographic island, resting with his eyes closed, the mental helmet in his mind abruptly cut off the virtual screen and displayed an image of external thermal imaging intrusion.
Lin Xian frowned slightly, opened his eyes and looked at the dozen or so flashing red dots on his retina, and sighed helplessly.
He turned to look at Liu Rushuang, who was still engrossed in fighting on the ancient battlefield, and directly connected to her helmet voice chat using the highest level of access.
"Stop bullying those virtual minions in the game. A group of fully armed overseas mercenaries have arrived outside. Grab your sword and go warm up."