The Giant Turtle Rock Platform rose rapidly and silently, then slid several kilometers along the mountainside toward an even more desolate area. Hao Ren didn't want his actions to draw anyone toward the cave where Nolan was hiding. He discovered that the ship accelerated much more slowly than expected, and its operation also lacked smoothness. This indirectly confirmed his guess: the ship before him wasn't the real Giant Turtle Rock Platform.
It was merely a ship with a very similar appearance, simulated from his memories by some enormous program. Since the psionic equipment created by the Xiling Empire was incomprehensible to Mortal Civilization, the ship's core components had been completely fabricated and couldn't exceed the simulated program's own knowledge base.
"Do you really think we can reach the 'boundary' smoothly?" the Data Terminal muttered as it watched the ship clumsily accelerate out of the atmosphere. "Will the controller behind this world allow anyone to explore the edge of the stage?"
"We might be stopped, or run into some other obstacle." Hao Ren nodded. "Even if this world is controlled by a pure program, it should still have some sort of self-protection mechanism. That mechanism will definitely prevent Data Overflow. But before that happens, we should still be able to observe the parts of this world that don't fit."
The zombie girl terminal let out an "oh" and asked curiously, "What do you think this world really is?"
"Maybe some kind of computer program, a virtual world, or something like that." Hao Ren spoke casually. After learning that the world was fake, he had immediately formed this sort of conjecture, and there were many similar possibilities. "A programmed world" was the most plausible one. "The process of the world's reset, along with all sorts of details mentioned in Nolan's memories, are