There was only one place where the Game Emulator had been transplanted in its entirety from reality. That was also what set it apart from games made by Ordinary People—
The place where intelligent life carried consciousness.
Not the brain, because many intelligent life forms had no brains.
If that place were simulated, consciousness would be destroyed, and the soul would cease to exist.
In other words, the scenes were fake, but the emotions, personalities, and consciousnesses were real.
In that case, what difference was there between real and fake? In a Brain in a Vat, as long as people could not distinguish the vat's existence, then according to the Razor Principle, everything was real.
Because an uncertain fact neither needed to nor could serve as a basis for reasoning.
Once Wenren Sheng confirmed this, he let out a long breath and looked around.
He closed his eyes, blocked his naked eyes' interference with his brain, stopped his psychic perception, and felt his way along inch by inch, using only the most primitive sense of touch to judge.
Texture, texture, texture...
Real.
A little soft.
He opened his eyes, froze for a moment, then sighed. "Why are you here?"
"Am I not allowed to come?"
The one standing before him was the Immortal.
She wore a light gauze dress, her brows slightly furrowed as though she deeply disliked the surrounding environment.
"Of course you can come and go as you please, but a place filled with pollution like this should be what you hate most, shouldn't it?" Wenren Sheng asked.
"That is why I came to destroy it," the Immortal said flatly.
"Destroy it? That would be a bit of a pity."
"Why would it be a pity?" the Immortal asked with a light laugh.
"After all, this is such