"Why did He, then, put this game into the real world? Why package the real myriad worlds into a game?"
"What is His purpose?"
Yang Feng recorded many things and quietly waited for the game's official website to launch.
In his previous life, many people had tried to uncover the true identity of the game's developers, but no one ever succeeded.
However, as a reborn individual, one who had been reborn at the very beginning of the game developers' journey.
A thought began to form in Yang Feng's mind, a desire to explore the developers' true intentions.
Why had the game developers not introduced the function to purchase and exchange for supernatural abilities in the real world for ten years, only to be able to do so after a decade?
And even after introducing the purchase and exchange of supernatural abilities, why could nine-star, or even ten-star, game players, with levels ninety or one hundred in the game, only exchange for three or four-star, level thirty or forty abilities in reality?
Was this something He could do but disdained to, or was it that He lacked the ability to do so in the early stages?
Was it by relying on countless players to seize various resources across different timelines and dimensions, and only after exploiting players for ten years, could He initially achieve supernatural abilities in reality?
Yang Feng had his suspicions.
These suspicions were also the conspiracy theories about the game developers from his previous life.
Many believed that since the game developers could not manifest supernatural abilities in reality in the early stages, it proved they were not invincible. It was not impossible that someone had obtained a treasure, inherited the mantle of a lucky Earthling from the Main God's Temple, and, with the help of players, attacked the myriad worlds. This was also why everything was packaged as this game.
It was just that in his previous life, the game developers had already established their dominance. When superhumans capable of fighting nations single-handedly appeared in reality, it meant that even the ultimate weapon, nuclear bombs, were powerless against superhumans of that caliber.
The game developers had achieved ultimate victory.
And now, during this decade, when no superhumans had appeared in reality...
Was it possible that the game developers were merely mortals who had obtained a supreme treasure?
Yang Feng pondered.
...
Wan Xinghuai was a streamer.
Not being a "face streamer," he couldn't rely on his looks and had to focus on gaming.
Full-immersion virtual reality games were all the rage at the moment, with companies releasing one game after another.
Wan Xinghuai's usual job was to test these games one by one, give corresponding reviews, and then earn money through video production based on viewership.
Because the number of full-immersion virtual reality games that could be rated as "good" in this era was extremely small.
And the games that could find fault with this and that were numerous.
Therefore, Wan Xinghuai's primary method was to first find a newly released game, play it, and then launch into a grand rant and critique, thereby attracting more players who wanted to "virtually critique" games to watch, and then earn viewership.
Today's work began again.
Wan Xinghuai started searching for games online.
His gaze drifted, and in the corner of his computer screen, he saw a video pop up.
"Game advertisement?"
Normally, anyone would click the 'X' button on such a pop-up, but for the sake of his profession, for the sake of money, Wan Xinghuai clicked it directly.
The webpage he entered, with its promotional slogans, almost made Wan Xinghuai burst into laughter!
Full-immersion, 100% realistic simulation game!
The most hardcore storyline!
Ultra-high freedom, every game character has their own thoughts, their own emotions!
Crushing 99% of games on the market, leaving everyone in awe!
The more Wan Xinghuai read, the more he wanted to laugh.
What were these promotional slogans?
They were too exaggerated.
If you say they were exaggerated, they were.
Paired with a crudely made page, seemingly created by an unfinished programmer from some school, a garbage page.
A page that looked extremely retro.
With such a page and such a level of skill, they dared to claim 100% realism and to crush 99% of games on the market?
That's not how you brag!
Who would believe that!
Wan Xinghuai certainly didn't believe the slogans were true.
His first reaction was that this was another game ripe for critique.
"Need to fill in identity and address, and order a virtual helmet?"
Upon seeing the price of the full-immersion helmet, Wan Xinghuai couldn't help but curse the merchant as a profiteer.
However, for the sake of his work, to earn viewership and more money, Wan Xinghuai gritted his teeth and filled in his identity and address.
"Let's see the quality when it arrives."
"Huh, besides me, is anyone else buying?"
Wan Xinghuai seemed to see the number representing the inventory of full-immersion helmets change.
But he quickly realized.
"Who would buy an unknown game like this, except for someone like me with professional needs?"
"It's just the merchant creating the illusion of a hot commodity."
"But when people think the goods are really good, these numbers are just manipulated by the merchant."
Wan Xinghuai was already preparing for his next video.
As soon as that virtual full-immersion helmet arrived, he would immediately start reviewing and criticizing it.
...
"Fifteen days have finally passed. This is what later generations recorded as the launch of the game's official website, the moment history was made."
Yang Feng sat in front of his computer, waiting for a very, very long time, finally reaching the date he remembered.
It was at this very moment that the game's official website launched.
"Three, two, one..."
When the game's official website truly opened.
Yang Feng couldn't help but take a deep breath. Now, he could finally put all his worries to rest.
Yang Feng had many worries. The most serious one was that his apparent rebirth was actually just a transmigration to a parallel world. In that case, the game's official website would not launch, the myriad worlds would not open, and he would still live and die like an ordinary mortal, his experience from the future rendered useless.
Although this worry was not high, it did exist.
Now, as the game's official website appeared in reality, and he saw this familiar page, Yang Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief, letting go of his final concern. He had not transmigrated to a parallel world, but had been reborn onto his own world's timeline.
This meant that all his future memories would be useful.
This outcome was excellent.
Yang Feng quickly filled in his identity and address, and placed an order for a full-immersion helmet on the game's official website.
As he had guessed, not many people were competing with him for it.
After Yang Feng made his purchase, out of the thirty thousand units in stock, there were still over two thousand nine hundred and ninety left.
"Less than ten sold?"
Yang Feng realized he had worried for nothing back then.
Why should he care about whether he could get a virtual helmet?
In this era, at this time, no one recognized the value of this game yet!
...
In a very luxurious mansion.
A young man who looked like a rich heir was looking at the hottest full-immersion virtual reality game at the moment.