User "High Speed Stag" has entered the neural network pre-connection zone.
Amoun felt a voice ringing in his head. The voice startled him because he had not heard such a voice in his mind for a long time. For a moment, he even thought that he had accidentally connected to the mortal believers in the real world. But soon he calmed down and was puzzled by the words "High Speed Stag" mentioned by the voice.
… … He understood all these words, but what was the matter with the phrases that they formed? Why did he feel that there was something vaguely strange about this phrase? Who was the speaker? Was it the legendary network administrator or some kind of automatic mind?
Amoun was puzzled. But before he could figure out anything, the swaying lights and shadows in front of him quickly became clear and diverted his attention. The former god of nature opened his "eyes" for the first time in the cyberspace. He saw that he was standing in an almost pure white space. The space was vast, but not endless. In the distance, he could see snow-white walls rising from the ground and extending into the endless light. And on the grayish-white ground beneath his feet, he could see neatly arranged, shimmering blue grids. From time to time, runes would appear in the air like raindrops, falling rapidly and melting into the grid lines on the floor.
This is a strange place … It looks empty. Is this the so-called "neural network mind space"? That seems to be the name … It doesn't look interesting …
Ah Moen had more and more doubts in his mind. He vaguely remembered that Milmina seemed to have told him some general knowledge about this space, and the nervous mortal technicians who came here to install the equipment also seemed to have explained some things to him. But somehow, after entering this place, he quickly forgot all the useful knowledge. He just looked at this place in confusion, and for a moment, he did not know what to do next.
But at this moment, the soft but emotionless voice rang in his ears again, interrupting the former god's wild thoughts. "An anonymous visitor has applied to enter your pre-connection zone. Do you accept the visit? You can expel the visitor at any time. "
Amoun was not very good at these weird technology that mortals came up with, but he did not lack the ability to understand. He understood the meaning of the voice. Slightly surprised, he quickly tried to give a response. "Accept? How should I accept? Say it out? Or just think about it in my mind … "
Before he could finish, the voice rang directly in his mind. "Visitor application has been accepted. The neural network is preparing the mind projection. Please wait …"
Amoun was startled and said to himself helplessly, "Well, I still don't know if I should say it out loud or just think about it in my mind."
He mumbled, and before his voice trailed off, he suddenly noticed something in the air not far away. It was a large number of chaotic lines of light and shadow. Then, the lines of light and shadow began to condense and combine into a clear human body. In just a second or two, he saw a lady in a complicated and gorgeous palace black dress.
The lady's face was sweet and quiet. Her long black hair flashed with silver-white shadows. Her dress was as dark as the night sky, with exquisite silver patterns and pale golden tassel pendants. She stood there like a noble lady walking out of the palace, exuding a mysterious and languid temperament. But this temperament did not seem to mean anything to Amoun.
He quickly recognized the figure with his intuition. It was the uninvited guest, the pioneer of the freeloading technology, the enthusiast of the Shadow Realm, the wanderer who left her post without permission, and the God of Likes at his funeral — Madam Mirmina.
"I knew it was you." Amoun looked at the figure not far away and said indifferently. "What's going on here? Is this the so-called 'neural network'? "
"I knew you had forgotten what I told you. It was right to come and help." Mirmina walked toward Amoun with a hint of helplessness in her voice. "Don't you remember? I told you that you would first enter a preparatory area. The virtual space in the neural network is like a real world that operates in an orderly manner. Activities in it have its own rules. Any user must be prepared before entering the network for the first time, including setting up their image in the network and adapting to the feeling of the neural connection. Only then can they officially enter that world.
"Of course, it is said that the cyberspace was not like that in the beginning. At that time, users would be directly thrown into the virtual space as long as they established a connection. But after a few accidents where first-time users were almost lost, the mortal technicians perfected the rules of this cyberspace. After all, this thing is for a large number of ordinary people, and those ordinary people are not extraordinaires who have been trained and have strong willpower. "
"Okay, okay, I understand. This is the 'preparatory work before birth,'" Amoun said. "So we are actually still standing outside the gate of that world. I need to do some … preparations here before I can enter, right?"
As he spoke, he could not help but look at Mirmina a few more times. Although her image at the moment was still roughly maintaining her 'Mythical Posture,' there was a big difference between the two. She now looked more like an ordinary mortal with a physical body and clear appearance. At least … she must have legs under her skirt now.
"So this is the 'preparation' you are making? To make yourself look more like a mortal … This is very reasonable. After all, we are going to enter a world where mortals are everywhere, so we can't let ourselves appear too strange, "Amoun said as he asked curiously," Then what should I do? "
"First of all, you have to understand what you look like now," Mirmina looked very enthusiastic. She waved her hand, and a huge mirror appeared in front of Amoun out of thin air. "Here, you can use your own thoughts to control everything, shape things, change your appearance, and go to certain places … Your imagination is what you can do here. Of course, all of this is still limited, and given that there are a lot of extremely dangerous pollution factors in our 'imagination,' we will be more severely suppressed. Some operations that will cause adverse consequences will be warned and blocked by the system. But don't worry, you will soon get used to it, and you probably won't deliberately imagine some thoughts of destroying the world, right? "
At this moment, Amoun could no longer hear the last half of Mirmina's sentence. His eyes were focused on the mirror that suddenly appeared. In the huge mirror, a middle-aged man who looked very strange to him was standing there, looking at him with the same astonished eyes.
It was a mortal, a simple but lifelike mortal. He was just a figure in the mirror, but it was as if he really lived somewhere in the world. Amoun had imagined countless times what it would be like if he was free and could walk freely in the mortal world, but he never thought that the figure that even he could not conjure in his heart would one day appear in front of him in such an abrupt and natural way.
He broke the silence, and his voice was a little strange. "This … this figure is …"
"This is the system's default male figure. In order to make it easier for novices like you to enter the network smoothly and not become a twisted freak or run around naked in the virtual city of dreams, the designers of the neural network set up such a basic template in the initial immersion pod that is easy to modify and manipulate. He is considered to be the most ordinary appearance in the human world. There was an episode devoted to this, but you didn't …" Mirmina said casually, but soon noticed that Amoun was strangely silent. She could not help but ask, "What's wrong? I feel like you have suddenly been hit by a blow … "
"I … No, it's your illusion," Amoun said immediately and waved his hand hard. This subconscious action made him stiffen in the next second as he suddenly realized that what he had just waved was his own arm.
His arm was like a mortal's.
He lowered his head, and for the first time, he saw his body in this virtual space. He stood on the ground, wearing a white short robe and trousers, an ordinary body with limbs, a torso, and … "sense of touch."
Mirmina looked at Amoun's reaction as if she had already expected all this. The former Goddess of Magic suddenly smiled and stepped forward gently. "Now, I'll tell you what to do."
The subsequent adjustments were not easy. It took Amoun a long time to master the "simple operations" that Mirmina mentioned, but he spent more energy on adapting to the "humanoid body." As a god born in the thoughts of mortals, his image had been confined by the imagination of mortals many, many years ago, to be a holy white deer. Furthermore, his authority did not include the ability to "transform into a human" or "walk the world". Therefore, he had never possessed the body of a humanoid race. To him, the overly delicate limbs and the upright torso … was a very strange feeling.
But in the end, this effort paid off. Mirmina showed unprecedented patience this time. When she stepped back, a completely different figure was already standing in front of the huge mirror.
It was an old elf who was no longer young. His hair that should have been golden was dyed gray, and his calm and peaceful face was condensed with the wrinkles left by the years. His eye sockets were deep, and his cheekbones were high, but his posture was still straight. He was wearing a light green robe that was full of elven style, but perhaps had been outdated for thousands of years in the outside world. The surface of the robe was decorated with vines and thorns, and the collar depicted the silhouette of mountains and rivers.
He looked at the mirror in front of him and suddenly smiled. He seemed to be very satisfied with his new image.
"I thought you would create a more spiritual image for yourself. I didn't expect you to choose such an old look." Mirmina looked at Amoun, who was nodding with satisfaction. "Are you sure you want to look like this? We can still modify it. "
"No, this is good." Amoun nodded gently, and his voice was a little erratic. "This is good."
"Well … Well, anyway, this is your aesthetic." Mirmina shook her head with her hands on her waist. "Don't you want to walk a few steps? I think you need to adapt to this. This can prevent you from taking your first step in the City of Dreams. Although there is a saying among mortals now that 'no one knows what kind of creature you are on the Internet,' it is too embarrassing to crawl on the streets of the City of Dreams. "
"You are exaggerating." Amoun could not help but laugh, but then he stopped smiling and looked down at his legs. "Walk … Yes, I can move now."
"You can move a long time ago," Mirmina said slowly. "But this step may not be as easy as you think."
"It's just the first step. What's the big deal?" Amoun said with some disdain. He then lifted his leg and walked forward. The next second, he fell straight forward, but a pair of hands reached out from the side in time and held him steadily.
"I told you, the first step is not so easy." Mirmina let go of her hands and showed a teasing smile. "You'd better adapt to the feeling of psychological unlocking while everything here is virtual."
"Psychologically unlocking … That's a little too harsh of a word." Ah Mo 'en tried to hide his embarrassment. "It's just a small mistake. You know, I haven't walked for three thousand years. More importantly, even three thousand years ago, I didn't walk upright … That's terrible. Is it so difficult for mortals to walk normally?"
"Stop complaining, I should complain more. I did not expect that the first day I officially use the neural network would be spent in rehabilitation training with an old man who has been disabled for many years." Mirmina's voice came from the side, with a strong sense of resentment. "I hope you don't spend as much time on 'upright walking' as you did adjusting your image, Old Deer."
While trying to adapt to the strange feeling of this virtual body, Amoun could not help but frown and look at the Goddess of Magic. "I said, don't give me a nickname, especially this kind of weird sounding nickname …"
He suddenly stopped as if he had just thought of something. With a hint of suspicion, he asked, "I have something to ask you. When I entered this space just now, I seemed to hear a voice saying that the user 'High-Speed Stag' had entered the pre-connection area or something … Do you know what's going on?"
Mirmina's somewhat languid expression froze for a moment. Although it was only for a moment, the stiffness did not escape Amoun's eyes.
"It seems that you know." Amoun's eyes became more and more focused. "So what does this word mean?"
Mirmina looked at Amoun even more awkwardly. After a longer silence, she finally could not help but look away. "It's your name."
"… My name?"
"Think about it for a moment. From a security point of view, can Gwen Cecil allow us to enter the neural network with our real names? Which mortal in the world dares to give themselves the name of a god under any circumstances? " Mirmina explained with a serious face. "And it's a conventional rule to give yourself a pseudonym in the neural network …"
"No, I'm not asking you this. I'm asking you … What's with the name 'High-Speed Stag'! I don't remember doing anything in this regard. Maybe I don't understand the principles behind these technologies, but at least I'm sure that this weird phrase is definitely not set up in advance by Gwen or Kamel! "
"… Well, I registered it for you …"
Amoun: "?"
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