After a squeak, the cabin door of the virtual cabin was opened, and Roland, in comfortable pajamas, climbed out. He patted his face, only to find that he was in high spirits and didn't feel like he had played an all-nighter at all.
But on second thought, it was quite normal. His body had been sleeping in the cabin for eight hours, and only his consciousness was in the game. It was true that he wasn't tired at all.
He looked at his silver virtual cabin, which was shaped like an egg. From the bottom of his heart, he felt that this thing was very simple. In essence, it was an egg-shaped bed with a few LED lights inside. There were two magnetism-like things near the top, and there was nothing else worth mentioning.
There was no high-end nutrient solution, nor was there a very sci-fi neural connection, but this thing did indeed allow people to completely immerse themselves in the virtual world.
Also, the time ratio was 1: 3. One hour in reality was three hours in the game.
The game only ran from 22: 00 to 06: 00 at night, which was exactly eight hours, or one day in the game. That was why the game time was frozen the next day, because it was time in reality.
It was Saturday, and he didn't have to go to work. After running on the treadmill for half an hour, Roland took a shower in the bathroom. He took out a loaf of bread from the fridge and swallowed it with water. Then, he turned on his computer and linked to the game forum.
As he expected, the forum exploded.
After only an hour, there were more than a hundred thousand new topics on the forum, and the number was still rising. Roland browsed casually, only to discover that all the netizens were amazed that it was a real virtual reality game and not a fake advertisement. Some of them even found it hard to believe that Penguin Corporation, which had been famous for plagiarism, had such terrifying technology.
Roland had the same question, but the fact was that this was the first virtual reality game in the world, so he didn't want to question Penguin Corporation's technology. He continued browsing the forum and soon laughed so hard that his eyes were drooling.
There were many people who praised the game from all aspects. Some felt that the NPCs in the game were very realistic, some felt that the environment was good, and some felt that the world background was good. However, there was a player whose post was not only pinned to the top by the administrator, but the number of people who 'liked' and 'stepped' on it was almost the same.
The player claimed that it was possible to conquer the female NPCs in the game. He was a rarely-seen Bard, a class that was a variant of Warlock with high Charm. Most importantly, he had Language Proficiency, which allowed him to understand what the NPCs were saying.
Seeing this, Roland felt that it was rather unfair … Why was it that Warlocks only needed to recite the name of the spell, while Mages needed to connect magic nodes? It was extremely difficult. The difference in treatment between the classes was too obvious.
However, when he patiently continued watching, it didn't take long for him to laugh out loud.
Relying on his Charm and Language Proficiency, the player hooked up with a young woman the moment he entered the game. Then, he discovered, to his surprise, that he could do shameful things with female NPCs at a negative distance in the game. It was very real and satisfying.
That wasn't the reason for Roland's laughter. What happened next was rather cliche. They were discovered by the victim's husband, who then surrounded the player with a dozen men.
Although the Bard was a compound class and was good at both magic and physical, he was naked and unarmed. He was no match for the dozen men at all. After knocking down a few of them, he was pressed to the ground. What happened next couldn't have been more miserable. His banana was skinned by the victim's husband with a knife.
"The ground is covered with mosaics. Although it's not very painful, watching your own banana being peeled off bit by bit with a sharp knife, that kind of psychological blow, can you imagine? Can you imagine? Anyway, I feel that I've been traumatized. "
The replies below the original poster were all "66666" and a tearful emoticon. The team was quite neat.
Roland held his stomach and laughed so hard that his eyes were watering. It wasn't easy for him to stop laughing. Then, he clicked on the column of comments.
Naturally, there weren't as many posts in the comments section. Roland browsed through them casually, only to discover that most of the suggestions didn't make any significant points. The game would've been wasted if they were changed as they suggested. For example, someone suggested that the language of all the races in the game should be changed into Chinese so that the players could understand it more easily.
Roland felt a headache when he thought of the blonde and blue-eyed Mages chanting all kinds of Chinese incantations. How could he be immersed in the game at all?
Roland continued to scroll down and saw a topic that had something to do with him. A player suggested that the difficulty of casting spells for the Mages should be lowered. All the classes had combat power except for the Mages.
Melee classes had high strength, agility classes were fast, and they had long-range physical attacks, Warlocks had natural spellcasting abilities, and Priests didn't need to fight at all. They were protected by melee classes and could just cast a few healing spells now and then … Only the Mages were pitiful. Their melee abilities were poor, and they couldn't cast spells. They might even get their heads blown up if they used spells of a higher level.
This player was the chairman of a guild. He continued to write, "Especially level-two spells, if they fail, their heads will be blown up. All the Mages in my guild have had their heads blown up, some more than once. Some of them are girls, and they're already traumatized." More importantly, none of the Mages claimed that they had successfully cast a spell. If you don't believe me, you can check the spellcaster column and ask the development team to be lenient and give them some hope.
After seeing that he wasn't the only one who had had their heads blown up, Roland immediately felt better. He left the comments section and turned to the spellcaster column. As he expected, he saw the Mage players wailing and howling.
They all cried about how miserable they were and how pitiful they were when they suffered magic backlashes when they cast spells. Actually, a headshot wasn't too bad. It was a clean death. What was even more terrible was that two eyeballs spurted out of their sockets and they bled to death. Although the pain was only one-tenth of the original, it was still enough to make people feel pain in their balls.
Roland read this section for a long time and was surprised to find that none of the Mages claimed that they had cast a spell. On the contrary, many Warlocks were gloating and encouraging the brave Mages to delete their accounts and join the ranks of Warlocks.
That won't do … Roland found his portable hard drive, connected it to the virtual gun, and selected the footage of his experiment. Then, he posted it together with the four spell profiles on the forum. Then, he created a post titled:
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