"At last, we can open player registration without worries." Lao An called Wenren Sheng.
"Without worries? That doesn't exist. Can you really rest easy with something you didn't create, whose principles you don't understand, which you aren't familiar with, and which may not even be a natural product?" Wenren Sheng reminded him.
"That's true." Lao An thought for a moment, then said, "We should still allocate slots according to demand."
"But won't those players who know spread the news privately? Won't they bring their families in too? This was an open scheme that couldn't be countered. That's how the world worked. When you gained something, you also lost something." Wenren Sheng gave another hint.
Lao An calmed down.
Right. Had they really won this contest? No—the only side that could never lose was the creator of the Game Emulator.
Wenren Sheng was right—if it was like a Strange Seed, a naturally occurring product, then that was fine. As long as they used it according to the laws of nature, the risks could be controlled.
It was like how ancient people used ocean currents and fierce winds for ocean-going voyages. They did not understand the principles behind them back then, but that did not stop them from making use of them.
The same was true in modern times. No one knew where the four fundamental forces came from or who created them, yet people still used them.
But was the Game Emulator that kind of thing?
Lao An found it hard to imagine that such a humanized tool, so perfectly suited to human needs, could have arisen naturally.
There were countless types of naturally occurring Strange Seeds, but each had only one or two fixed functions. People had to adapt to them as best they could; they rarely accommodated people.
That