704. Roll Call

Old Eggplant let out a heartfelt remark, but it was not simply because he had seen the game's graphics.

It was the overall atmosphere.

During Soul Summoning Night, because he had been inside a sealed-off house, and because Rainstorm Villa was actually built in a somewhat modern architectural style, Old Eggplant had only felt as though he had entered an old house to explore. Afterward, he analyzed it and decided that people had the ability to fill in the blanks with their imaginations. Often, he only needed to take a rough glance before his mind filled in the rest of the scene, which was what made it seem real.

It was like many games. If the setting was a city, such as in a racing or war game, the graphics would look extremely realistic because reality provided a reference. Top-tier graphics could even reach the point where the fake was indistinguishable from the real.

That was why, when people evaluated the effects of a game engine or the skill of a production team, they mostly used the modeling and textures of objects that did not exist in reality as a reference.

Thus, there had always been sayings online that if one truly wanted to see Morning Star's graphics, one had to look at a genuinely fantastical setting.

But now, this filthy, stinking mud, those towering trees blocking out the sunlight, and the mottled, gleaming armor of the red-clad knight before him were all so real, so within reach.

Old Eggplant had played countless fantasy games. Sometimes he had ridden horses through ruined villages; sometimes he had wandered on foot across snow-covered mountain peaks; and sometimes he had stood inside magnificent white castles. Yet none of them could compare with what he was seeing now.

Even that mud pit had left