The people here lived very peaceful lives.
Many people even grew their own vegetables at home.
Wenren Sheng saw someone planting watermelons in their yard with his own eyes.
They were big and sweet. If someone passing by was thirsty, they could just pick one; it did not count as stealing.
And those watermelons were a high-tech variety too, bearing dozens at a time.
Just like that, Wenren Sheng walked along the road, looking around.
Suddenly, he bumped into someone.
It was a young man. The other party was not angry, but instead stared carefully at Wenren Sheng for a while.
Then a light appeared in his eyes.
He immediately asked, unable to wait, "Brother, you're not a robot, are you?"
"And you're not a Cultivated Human either, right?"
Wenren Sheng shook his head. "I'm a natural human."
He had just skimmed over this world's background setting.
Robots were easy enough to explain: steel machines with all kinds of functions.
Cultivated Humans, in reality, were custom-made according to the preferences of natural humans.
A machine heart, wrapped in real human skin.
"Then brother, looks like you're with the Realist Faction too!" the young man instantly said in excitement.
"What Realist Faction?" Wenren Sheng pretended not to understand.
In truth, with one glance, he could know everything.
But he did not do that. He had only checked the world's basic background to avoid being treated like an idiot.
"The Realist Faction means that, compared to those people living in virtual reality, we like living in the real world—even if the real world has heat and cold, poison, danger..."
"And even cuckolding. But all of that is real."
"The Virtualist Faction are those people who live in the virtual world. They hide at home and never go outside, only letting robots handle