After clearing the game, I became the villain BOSS

The studio of the "Dawn" game production team is located in the city where Sumer lives.

After becoming famous with the "Dawn" project, this team has received support from countless investors and its number of people has gradually expanded to seven or eight hundred.

The producer of Dawn has not forgotten his original intention. He did not respond to the advice of some capital to make a pay-to-win card-drawing game. He is still on the path of self-developed domestic stand-alone games. It is said that there are already several projects being developed at the same time.

Today, the studio welcomed a very special guest.

"squeak--"

The producer sitting in the office heard the door open, looked up at the person who came, stood up and said with a warm smile: "Hello, Mr. Su Mo, right? Please take a seat."

Su Mo sat down on the chair and nodded to the producer: "I suddenly want to talk to you in person. It's a bit presumptuous. Sorry to bother you."

The producer said in a friendly manner: "It's okay. I have a deep impression of you. When the game was first launched with 1,000 people, you were the first player to get all the achievements. I have been wanting to invite you to the studio for a long time."

"Later I heard that you were sick and hospitalized. I even raised money for you in the studio, but I don't know if it helped. Are you fully recovered now?"

Su Mo: "Yes, I have fully recovered. Thank you very much for your concern."

Producer: "You're welcome. Um, so you said on QQ that you want to talk to me about something, what is it exactly?"

Su Moer seriously recounted everything about his "travel" to the Dawn World, including his illness, consciousness cycle construction therapy, etc., and told the producer everything.

Although Sumer had summarized it as concisely as possible, the whole story was still very long, and several hours had passed when he finished.

The producer listened carefully throughout the whole process, and was almost obsessed with it.

"Oh my God." After Su Mo finished speaking, the producer couldn't help but sigh.

He was not particularly interested in the consciousness cycle construction therapy itself, but was simply fascinated by Sumer's journey through the dawn.

"This is amazing! The things you experienced in the Dawn World are a hundred times more exciting than the content of the original book!"

He even said seriously: "You actually killed Ou Chenyu, it seems that Dr. Chen, the boss, needs to be weakened."

Speaking of this, the two couldn't help but burst into laughter.

After laughing, the producer became serious: "So, you just mentioned that you want to go back. Su Mo, as someone who often deals with the virtual world, I understand your feelings very well."

"I won't advise you to be more open-minded like others, saying that the other side is fake and this side is real. But you have to understand that it is impossible to return to the Dawn World."

"Didn't the doctor tell you? Putting aside the technical limitations of consciousness transmission, your consciousness data no longer exists."

Su Mo said quickly: "It doesn't matter if it doesn't exist anymore, we can reproduce it."

"I was playing games with a friend before, and he said something that inspired me - the choices are exactly the same, the process is exactly the same, and the final result is of course exactly the same."

"What I want to talk to you about is whether the studio can release a large-scale DLC, with Dr. Chen as the protagonist, the injection of the ancestor blood code as the starting point of the plot, and then based on all my experiences, completely reproduce my journey through time and space."

"Finally, through certain technologies, I can transform this content that is consistent with my experience into consciousness data, so that I can find that disappeared world again!"

The producer pursed his lips, looking a little hesitant, and wanted to say something, but Su Mo interrupted him and said, "Funds are not a problem! I may not have money now, but I can go and earn it. I'll come to you when I have enough money!"

The producer raised his hand to signal Su Mo to calm down, and said with a complicated expression: "I completely understand how you feel now, and your idea is very unique, but to be honest, it's a bit naive."

"I won't mention how much advanced technology you need to do this, but I'll just say that you've completely confused the concepts of 'game' and 'world'."

“Although our team has always said that Dawn is an “open world”, it is still essentially just a game.”

"What is a game? A game is nothing more than a bunch of code and data."

"For example." He pointed through the window at a man in the office who was operating a modeling software and asked, "Do you know who he is?"

Su Mo glanced at the man and shook his head: "I don't know."

Producer: "His name is Lao Yang, he is our chief modeler, he is 45 years old this year, he was laid off by a big company 10 years ago, he has two children at home, and he still has a mortgage of tens of millions, he happened to meet me when he was desperate, we got along very well, and decided to start a business, and finally we have today's success."

"It's normal that you don't know Lao Yang, because he is just a stranger to you. If you hadn't come to our studio today, you would never have spoken to him in your life, and you wouldn't even know that this person exists."

"But whether you know him or not, to the world, Lao Yang is a real person with his own life."

At this point, the producer turned on the computer and entered the "Dawn" game, pointed at a passerby NPC on the screen and asked: "Do you know who he is?"

Su Mo shook his head: "I don't know."

Producer: "Yes, of course I don't know. Even I don't know, because our game has never designed this person's life experience. He is just a passerby NPC temporarily generated by the code. Once he leaves your sight, this existence will disappear forever."

He put his hand on Su Mo's shoulder and said deeply: "Do you understand? The difference between "game" and "world"? "

“The game is limited, and all the content is predetermined from the beginning. You will only experience the process we have outlined. Everyone is just a piece of code, running continuously based on established rules.”

"In other words, it's a 'dead' world."

"But the real 'world' is different. It is made up of countless people like you, me, and Lao Yang. All aspects influence each other. It is a huge and unpredictable chaotic system."

"The real 'world' is 'alive', just like the dawn world you traveled to, where every individual is real, and any tiny action of yours may cause a butterfly effect and affect the direction of the entire world."

"You said you wanted me to recreate those things in the game based on your experience. Of course, from a production perspective, I can, but it's useless."

"Even if we make it, the world will still be dead, not alive. The entire world will only operate within the scope preset by the code, and all the characters will only speak the words preset in the database."

“You can’t use a finite “game” to create an infinite “world”. That’s not playing a game, it’s creating the world. That’s something only the Creator can do.”

Seeing Su Mo fall into silence, the producer shook his shoulder vigorously and said earnestly: "Okay, don't think about these things anymore."

"If you really love the Dawn world so much, why don't you come to our studio? It's much easier for a veteran player to become a planner than an amateur. There must be a job you can do. Let's work together to maintain the Dawn game."

Su Mo suddenly looked up at him and asked, "In your opinion, what are the technical difficulties in generating a "world"? "

The producer said helplessly: "Su Mo, you..."

Su Mo: "This is very important to me, please."

Seeing Su Mo's determined eyes, the producer knew that he had no chance of convincing him, so he continued to change the subject: "The biggest difficulty lies in... I personally think it is the algorithm, computing power, and material calculation."

"As I just said, the world is a huge chaotic system with almost infinite factors affecting its operation. It is uncertain at the cognitive level and cannot be repeated or predicted."

"With current computer technology, it is impossible to create such a large chaotic system. However."

Su Mo quickly asked: "But what?"

The producer hesitated for a while, then smiled helplessly and said, "That's just what I said. Just listen to it, don't take it seriously."

"Generally speaking, what we call 'infinity' is actually just the order of magnitude that is difficult to count, so we call it 'infinity' in general."

"In fact, from the perspective of matter, nothing in the world is infinite. The universe is finite, and the particles in the universe are also finite. Some scientists have calculated that the number is about 3.28x10^80."

"So theoretically speaking, if a universe has different dimensions, its 'world lines' are also finite, but they are just extremely large in magnitude."

“The concept of artificial intelligence is very popular now. If one day an AI that reaches the pinnacle in terms of algorithms, computing power, and data is developed, it can calculate the change process of each particle and ultimately deduce all the possibilities of the evolution of the universe.”

“Then we can really create the world.”

After the producer finished speaking, he noticed that Su Mo's eyes became bright and sharp, as if there was a flame burning in them, so hot that it was difficult for him to look directly at them.

Su Mo stood up from his seat and bowed ninety degrees to the producer.

The producer hurried to help him up: "What are you doing? Why did you do this all of a sudden?"

"Thank you".

Sumer said.

"I know how to survive!"

Time flies and the tides rise and fall.

More than fifty years have passed quietly.

In a private ward of a tertiary hospital, the light of setting sun shines in through the window. An old man with a haggard appearance is lying on the bed with all kinds of tubes inserted into his body. His face is pale, his eyes are slightly open, and his breathing is weak and slow. He is silently looking at the sky that has been dyed golden by the afterglow of the sunset.

He is really too old. He is over 90 years old this year. He is so old that even the advanced life-sustaining equipment around him can hardly maintain his health. Life is like the setting sun outside the window.

At this time, the door of the ward opened, and the nurse came in and said softly: "Mr. Su Xun, your son is here."

An elderly figure walked in. He was not as old as Su Xun, but his hair was also gray and he wore thick reading glasses. Because his legs and feet were not very agile, he had to use a cane when walking.

"Dad." Su Mo called.

"Here I am." Su Xun turned his head with difficulty, raised his dry fingers and moved them towards him, "Come, let's talk."

Su Mo signaled the nurse to go out first, then he walked tremblingly to Su Xun and sat down.

Su Xun asked in a hoarse voice: "How is work lately?"

Su Mo nodded: "Everything is fine, just very busy."

Su Xun murmured, "Of course you are busy. Your technology company has business all over the world, with more than 100,000 people in total at the headquarters and branches."

At this point, he smiled and said, "When you were in high school, science was obviously a weak subject. I really didn't expect that you would devote yourself to scientific research."

Su Mo said nothing, but just held the dry and cold hand and rubbed it back and forth to warm his father's hands.

The setting sun slowly sank towards the horizon, and the color of the sky changed from golden yellow to orange-red, and gradually took on a touch of deep blue.

Su Xun's cloudy eyes became deeper, and he asked faintly: "Still can't forget that place?"

Su Mo's eyes trembled, as if he was recalling his past life. After a long silence, he nodded slightly.

Su Xun sighed, his eyes looked a little dazed, and he was deeply disappointed: "When you suddenly said that you wanted to study the field of artificial intelligence, I thought of it."

"Although you keep saying that it is the future of technology and you can make a lot of money, I know that making money is not your goal. Even though you now have hundreds of thousands of employees and a net worth of more than 2 trillion, money has never been your goal."

"You want to go back, back to the world called Dawn. For the past fifty years, everything you have done was to go back."

Su Mo whispered, "Dad, if you want to scold someone, just scold me."

The room fell into silence, but what Su Mo waited for was not a scolding, but a hand that was raised and gently placed on his face.

Su Xun's hands were skinny, with blue veins exposed, as if they would break at any time, and his eyes showed the kindness that could only be shown to one's own flesh and blood.

Su Xun stroked his son's old face and smiled gently, "What's there to scold? You made so much money for us to spend, and your mother and I have enjoyed half of our lives, and we are very comfortable."

"As for the matter in your heart... since you were a child, when has your father ever interfered with your choices in life?"

"Besides, you have accompanied us through all the journeys in this world. Your mother passed away long ago, more than ten years ago. Your best friends, Coco and the others, are all gone now, I think."

Su Mo nodded: "Fatty and Squid passed away two years ago, but last year, they are both in their seventies like me, so they are old enough."

The light of setting sun gradually dimmed, leaving only a ray of afterglow on the horizon, as if saying goodbye to the world.

Su Xun's eyelids became heavy, but he still tried hard to look out the window, as if he didn't want to miss this last beautiful view.

"Yes, you have never been married and have no children in your life. Now your mother is gone, your friends are gone, and when I, your father, am gone, you will have nothing to worry about."

Su Mo rubbed his warm eyes, put Su Xun's dry hands into the quilt, and pretended to blame: "Old man, don't be such a bad mouth. The centenary birthday party has been arranged in advance for you. You, the protagonist, can't be absent."

Su Xun's breathing became shallower and shallower, and the ticking of the ECG monitor became sparse. His eyes became blurred and he shook his head and murmured, "I can't wait until then. I dreamed of your mother last night. She said she missed me. I miss her too. It's time to go find her."

The last ray of sunset light finally disappeared below the horizon. Night fell and the world fell into a quiet darkness, with only the rustling sound of leaves in the evening breeze.

"son."

Su Xun's voice was so vague that it was almost inaudible, but the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a relieved smile.

"Dad is gone, so go find the world in your heart."

"Beep--" The ECG monitor made a sharp sound, breaking the silence in the ward.

Su Xun's eyelids closed forever. This ordinary father had lived a healthy life, but he passed away quietly with his son by his side before his death.

Su Mo couldn't help but burst into tears. He held Su Xun's cold hand tightly, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to his father for the last time.