Chapter 970: New VR Experience
Qian Kun spoke into the microphone: "Sorry, boss, but even the content inside the beachfront mansions in *Oasis* hasn't been fully remodeled yet, because most of our focus is on the new game right now."
Chen Mo sighed helplessly. "Alright, fine. But at least the playable demo for the new game is finished, right?"
Qian Kun nodded. "That part is done."
Chen Mo said, "Good, get that ready. Also, toss some items from the new game into the scene for me."
"No problem, just give me a moment." With that, Qian Kun turned and went to prepare.
Obviously, converting the original VR into next-generation VR required a lot of changes. Since next-generation VR used neural connections, players would be able to perceive every attribute of an object—hardness, texture, smell, and so on—and all of these needed to be sampled.
It was like creating a phone in a virtual world. In the original VR games, you only needed to model it, but in next-generation VR, you had to sample the phone's weight, the texture of its metal casing, the feel of the glass screen, the sound of its vibration, and even the smell of the new device. This was a massive amount of data.
But for the new game, Chen Mo had already prepared a large amount of sampled data, so it wasn't too difficult to temporarily add some items to the scene.
Zhou Minghui stood in the center of the hall, looking around. The hall was vast, with a ceiling so high it felt like a cathedral. The walls were covered in intricate reliefs, depicting scenes of gods and demons locked in battle. The floor was paved with huge stone slabs, each engraved with complex magical runes that shimmered faintly.
Zhou Minghui was stunned. He had played many VR games before, but this was his first time experiencing next-generation VR. He could feel the cool, rough texture of the stone floor beneath his feet, and the air carried a faint scent of damp stone and dust. He even felt a slight breeze brushing against his skin.
He reached out and touched the wall. The stone was cold and hard, with a slightly rough surface. His fingers traced the grooves of the reliefs, and he could feel every detail of the carving.
"This is... incredible," Zhou Minghui murmured.
He took a few steps forward, his footsteps echoing in the empty hall. As he walked, he noticed a sword embedded in a stone pedestal in the center of the hall. The sword's blade gleamed with a cold light, and the hilt was wrapped in leather that looked worn from use.
Zhou Minghui walked over and reached out to grab the hilt. The moment his fingers touched it, he felt the texture of the leather—slightly rough, with traces of sweat and oil from countless hands. He pulled, and the sword slid out of the stone with a smooth, metallic sound.
He held the sword in his hand, feeling its weight. It was balanced perfectly, neither too heavy nor too light. He swung it a few times, and the blade cut through the air with a soft whoosh.
"This is amazing," Zhou Minghui said, his voice filled with awe.
Chen Mo's voice came from beside him: "President Zhou, how does it feel?"