Vision!

Hearing!

Olfaction!

Touch!

All five senses!

As another fireball exploded in the air, a few sparks landed on Duncan's shoulders, turning into harmless dust, the heat spreading through his clothes to his skin.

Duncan was stunned for a long time before finally coming back to his senses and describing his feelings to the audience.

Describe the shocks that can't be seen on live footage and can only be felt by those who are there.

"Hear me out, the game's motion simulation is so realistic that I can feel the smell of the air, like sulfur and burnt tar······ Wait, wait until I turn my olfactory senses down a bit······ There is also the touch and temperature of Mars falling on the body······ I hope the screen won't be harmoniously ······ during the open beta."

Duncan danced.

He was so happy that he felt like he had really fallen into hell!

As a streamer, Duncan is rarely so excited. It's not for the needs of the live broadcast effect, to make exaggerated expressions, but because of the shock from the bottom of my heart.

In the live broadcast room, the audience exploded all at once.

"I'll go, this picture quality is amazing!"

"So that promo video didn't deceive people."

"Then Brother Deng, should you fulfill your promise and go to ······?"

Duncan automatically ignored the urging in the live broadcast room. He crouched down, gently twisted a piece of gravel from the ground, and played with it between his fingers.

The grit in the hands is sharp and angular, and every detail is extremely realistic. The sharp touch made Duncan's hand tingle faintly, but he didn't want to put the grit down at all.

Duncan lifted the grit above his head and looked at the blood-colored glow in the air, as if he were looking at some remarkable work of art. He stared at the bumps and corners on the tiny grit, and the rendering at different angles of lighting.

Finally, Duncan's eyes filled with tears.

"Brother Deng, Brother Deng, what's going on? Why is the live stream blurry? ”

"Wait, Brother Deng, are you crying?"

Duncan smiled and threw the gravel into the sky:

"I'm not crying for myself.

"I'm crying because, from the modeling of this gravel,

"I saw the hair that the modelers and other 3D artists had boiled out over countless sleepless nights in 007!"

In the live broadcast room, laughter was filled again.

"It's worthy of Brother Deng, he just speaks differently, like a poet."

"This "Dawn" is really amazing!"

"Buckle 1 sends blessings to the modeler, and buckle 2 sends hair to the modeler."

“······”

Duncan's wide-sleeved robe waved, wiped away his tears, raised his head and chest, and smiled slightly:

"Okay, I'll take you all to study the game and explore the world. According to the background of the game, this should be some kind of hell. ”

Duncan looked left and right.

At this time, he was in the middle of a giant magic circle painted with purple stripes.

In the magic array, scattered players are constantly being generated.

Near the player's spawn point, players with colorful and bizarre IDs on their heads walk around and look at each other.

The players have a variety of names, such as "Lardine", "Ancient Brass Dragon", "Long Days and Short Nights", "Fierce Tiger of the Empire", and "A Bright Future".

Most players, like Duncan, are also in a state of confusion when they just log into the game.

"It looks like Dawn is indeed an MMO, and this should be the player's spawn point. It's still in the closed beta stage, and there aren't too many people. I think the closed beta has just begun, and players are lining up to enter. ”

Duncan looked around, came to a conclusion, and said with some concern:

"What I'm more worried about now is that when the public beta really starts and the number of players increases, with the modeling accuracy and somatosensory simulation realism of this game, it won't be stuck in PPT, right?"

············

While Duncan is shaken by the game world, Siphael and Lulu are inside the castle.

The two keep an eye on a number of players, including Duncan, through a shared space of cyber awareness.

"As it belongs, Lord Sifer, no player notices the anomaly." Lulu's words were full of admiration.

Originally, according to common sense, when an experienced player like Duncan actually enters this game world, he will have the idea of "could this be a real different world" when he finds that there are no doubts such as clipping, unlimited rendering distance, and no need to load long-distance maps.

In order to prevent this from happening, Siphael implanted psychic hints in the game with the help of the occult connection created by the soul contract.

This is tantamount to putting a mental stamp on the player, and no matter what happens in the game, there will be no doubt that this is a real world!

Specifically, it is an anomalous meme that repeatedly flashes the effects of existing cognitohazards in the player's line of sight with a manifestation time shorter than the minimum amount of time perceived by the naked eye. Even those who watch live streams and videos will be taken by this hint because they share the player's gaze.

Of course, it is ineffective for players like Summer Night Short, who already know that "Dawn" is a real other world.

"Stay tuned to the players." On the bench, a faint smile tugged at the corner of Siefer's mouth.

"The first batch of players who will arrive soon will usher in the newbie mission and the main mission." Lulu reports to the lord, "It's not ······"

As she spoke, Lulu's eyes were mixed with a little confusion:

"Lord Siphael, draining the soul of an ordinary peasant in the medieval material world, the soul energy obtained is only 1 experience point in the game!

"Isn't the reward for the quest you set a bit exaggerated compared to the player's work?"

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