King from scratch

He Xingwen's emotional fluctuations caused by this passage were not fully brewed, but he was interrupted by shouts from the side.

These shouts did not appear suddenly. In fact, they have been shouting endlessly since just now, but He Xingwen's passionate lines attracted all his attention.

Now that the system's lines are over, these voices have a sense of presence.

The precarious log cabin still stands on the sand, as if it will collapse at any moment.

But this time, something has changed.

There were two people standing at the door of the cabin.

They wore a pair of loincloths, barely maintained the last bottom line of civilized society, and stood openly in the desert.

"Who are they?" He Xingwen took a step back, keeping a safe distance from the unknown creature.

The overly real perception made him subconsciously suppress his excitement and ambition, and maintain due caution.

Although he knows that this is a game - it should be and must be a game.

But there is nothing false in this world. On the contrary, He Xingwen hasn't found anything that belongs to the game yet.

Skill panel, character panel, task panel, novice guide... none of these most common factors in the game appeared.

Except for the solitary log cabin and two "people", there is nothing in his field of vision.

This is different from what I thought, He Xingwen thought.

"They are the initial villagers presented after loading the game."

The system guessed what he was thinking, and explained in a straightforward manner: "If you still remember, the current progress of making wishes come true is 0%. In other words, your wish of playing a holographic game is far from becoming a reality..."

"There is still a 100% distance."

He Xingwen subconsciously said: "I thought loading the game would push the progress bar forward by even 1%?"

"You seem to have misunderstood something."

System: "I obtained all the information related to holographic games on the earth, and came up with a broad definition of human beings for holographic games."

"The holographic game is an epoch-making technological product that is played in the game cabin and can give humans a real gaming experience in another world."

He Xingwen read and understood this sentence, combined with the context, and extracted the main point: "So, you mean, to make my wish come true, I must play a holographic game through the game cabin?"

"You don't seem to fully understand the meaning of this sentence." System: "Holography is one key point, and games are another key point."

"Single-player games can achieve the purpose of the game through single-player play, but your wish is that the holographic game..."

The system said in a straight line: "According to the situation at the time, combined with the game carrier I can provide, and the widespread recognition of holographic games among the people on Earth, this is a game that requires the participation of multiple people."

"That is to say, if your wish 'I want to play a holographic game' comes true, the first thing that needs to be done is that there is a real holographic game with multiplayer participation in this world. On this basis, you can play A holographic wish."

The pictures he had seen flashed through He Xingwen's mind, and stopped at the scene where the holographic game became a reality. Indeed, he had seen that scene before - the holographic game became popular all over the world.

"So, I'm not playing a holo game right now?"

This is a good question.

The system was subtly silent for two seconds before explaining rigorously: "I prefer to call this process a perfect holographic game."

He said dryly: "As you can see, this is not a qualified finished product and cannot provide you with enough gaming experience."

What he said seemed to make sense, but...

"I need a gaming experience for myself?"

The scene fell silent.

The system is an intelligent creature in a state of low intelligence. In other words, facing this question, he should have given an answer without hesitation—whether it is negative or positive.

But he fell silent.

"So, behind these well-founded explanations, there is indeed a reason that I don't know."

He Xingwen looked at the cabin, and the NPCs stood there in a daze, the excitement still lingering on their faces, making them look like some kind of strange creatures, slightly diluting the excessive sense of reality given to He Xingwen by this world, showing a bit of what the game should be There is an atmosphere—unreality.

He Xingwen relaxed because of this: "It's not the so-called wish coming true, but to achieve a certain goal."

The system responded quickly this time: "Your will determines all of this."

"It's not a mandate, and it's definitely not for exploitation."

The mechanical sound of the system has no ups and downs, but it reveals the "intimacy" that He Xingwen has noticed several times: "If you don't like it, nothing will happen."

But they all know that he likes this - whether it's a holographic game, or an unknown world.

He Xingwen thought briefly for two seconds.

He can ask the system what the other party's real purpose is, and he is sure he can get an honest answer.

He could even ask directly if he could unbind the system, and he was sure he could get a satisfactory answer.

But just like the system said just now, if he doesn't like it, nothing will happen.

And the reason why he stood in the endless desert and faced all this unimaginable thing was because he liked it.

He also likes the scene he saw - holographic games are popular all over the world.

If no one played a holographic game before me, at least after me, everyone can play a holographic game.

Young people who have never entered the society are naive and second-year-old. The world and society have not had time to teach them more—more real and cruel things.

They believe that as long as they have enough courage, the brave can kill the dragon, and as long as they treat the world with kindness, the world will repay them with equal kindness.

After a short pause of two seconds, He Xingwen didn't ask anything.

"So, I don't have anything now?" He Xingwen glanced at the two npcs from the corner of his eye, and corrected this sentence: "Except for these two initial villagers who loaded the game as a gift..."

At this point, He Xingwen stopped talking and repeated: "The initial villagers..."

He pondered: "Did you just say that I am a king?"

"Yes."

"So, as king, I only have two villagers?" He glanced at the cabin, and added, "And a broken one?"

The system thoughtfully corrected his words: "That's not a dilapidated wooden house."

He Xingwen raised his eyebrows, trying to see any evidence that it was not broken from the dilapidated house in front of him.

"It's an altar."

"what?"

"You can also understand that it is the control center of the entire kingdom." System: "As long as enough energy is provided, it can give birth to new people, and..."

The system paused for two seconds, and the value of the database soared daily: "And some new functions that need to be unlocked to inform you."

The cabin has nothing to do with the altar, but everything in front of me has nothing to do with the magnificent and vast empire in the holographic game promotional video, so it seems reasonable.

He Xingwen said dryly, "So, this is my country?"

He gestured a circle towards the endless desert, thinking bitterly, although there was nothing but sand, at least the land was huge.

"The future is."

The system thoughtfully said: "Now...maybe you can walk the distance of thirty standard steps forward?"

He Xingwen had a bad premonition, he tentatively walked thirty steps forward, but nothing happened.

"Your steps are a little small..."

Before the system finished speaking, He Xingwen took another step forward, actually touching an invisible barrier, preventing him from moving forward.

He Xingwen walked around this invisible barrier silently, and confirmed the territory he currently owns, about... He is not very sensitive to numbers, but with the cabin as the center, it extends outward for a distance of 31 steps. That's all he can explore so far.

One is not small, but compared to the endless desert, it can be called a narrow circle.

After a brief silence, He Xingwen said sincerely: "Not to mention anything else, judging from the line at the beginning of the game, you already have the potential to become a qualified game planner."

There is a picture at the beginning, and the story is all made up. In short, the players are tricked into it first.

As for the vast empire... that depends on the player's own efforts and struggle.

As a contemporary college student, He Xingwen has a wealth of (suffering) experience in this regard—except for web games such as Tulong Saber and click-to-gift web games, most of the games are deeply planned (crossed out) malicious (crossed out) painstaking efforts.

He Xingwen quickly returned to the mentality that players should have. He looked at the circle—in fact, it was completely superfluous, the desert was completely clean, and except for the yellow sand, there was nothing worth looking at.

So He Xingwen's eyes inevitably fell on those two dumb NPCs again: "They look like..."

He considered the adjective: "It seems to be disconnected."

"Because the altar has not been activated." System: "The game has not yet started."

He Xingwen really wanted to express his surprise at this, but since his acting skills were not enough to support this, he let out an ordinary "ah" and skillfully entered the next "task process".

"So, how can we activate the altar?" He guessed: "Enough energy?"

"No, activating the altar requires rules."

"Rules?" He Xingwen repeated: "What rules?" Or in other words, rules in what sense?

System: "Perhaps you can take a look with your own eyes?"

He Xingwen raised his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on the only special existence on the scene.

He walked towards the cabin, and the distance between the npc and him gradually shortened until he passed them completely.

The wooden door that was crumbling as if it would be blown down by a slight wind was right in front of him, within reach.

He Xingwen stared at it for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand neatly.

This is not a door, at least He Xingwen's sense of touch tells him that he has not touched any entity.

But visually, that door is open at his fingertips.

The golden light constitutes everything that can be seen behind the door. Words cannot describe the existence that He Xingwen sees. The light flows in the air and falls from the air, endlessly, never ending.

A rule emerged from He Xingwen's mind and flowed on the ground.

"National setting 0: The king is the lord of all things."

"This is the cornerstone of everything." The voice of the system sounded in He Xingwen's mind again: "The initial setting that will never change."

"Your people will always submit to you."