Doing business?
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] paused for a moment before realizing that the friend who had accepted his investment was talking about a mysterious buff that caused the two of them to lose money when they were together.
He didn't know who first came up with this idea, but it had already become widely circulated among the players who joined the game at launch.
At first, he didn't pay much attention to it, but later, through repeated practice, the " Shit Appraisal Master " himself had to admit that this seemingly metaphysical conclusion did indeed have some merit.
He pondered for a moment and finally nodded:
"Don't worry, it's just an exploration trip; how could there possibly be any business opportunities?"
[ The Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] agreed, and thus ended the topic, moving on to another matter:
"Speaking of which, do you know anything about the current situation in Antasia?"
" The Antasia? I saw that fortress parked safely in the open space on my way here. Is there a problem?"
"You really didn't know."
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] revealed a smile:
"Note that I said Antasia, not the Antasia."
"Are you kidding me? What difference could there be?"
"The difference is huge."
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] leaned closer and said mysteriously:
Have you heard of ' Machine Spirit '?
" Machine Spirit? Dude, is that even possible in this world?"
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] has an expression that says, "I'm not well-read, so don't try to fool me."
All I heard my friend say was:
"Yes, that's what I thought at first too, but... the Antasia has now truly developed Machine Spirit. It calls itself Antasia and can even communicate with me."
"Communication? Talking?"
"Yes."
"What do you rely on?"
"The mouth, the mouth of the Blood Corpse inside the engine."
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] looked somewhat frightened and said:
Have you ever heard of videos that use multiple piano keys to produce combined sounds to achieve a human-like voice effect?
I think I've seen it before.
"That's how Antasia speaks. Each Blood Corpse only utters one or two syllables, and when combined, they form the royal language that we can understand."
"..."
Upon confirming that the person before him was serious and not joking, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ], initially speechless with surprise, slowly became more formal:
"Do you think we could create one of these Machine Spirit?"
Upon hearing this, [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] immediately smiled:
I knew you wanted it too.
The [ Shit Appraisal Master ] immediately realized he had fallen into a trap, but he still asked:
"So where did this thing come from? I don't think Gray had any Machine Spirit when he left here last time, right?"
"That's right, it was activated on the way here. They say it preserves all its memories since it was manufactured, but I don't know what medium it uses to store those memories."
"Could it be the brain of Blood Corpse?"
"Impossible. According to Gray, even under normal circumstances, the Blood Corpse inside the engine are replaced every year."
"Okay, looks like it's another inexplicable thing in reality. Luckily, this is just a game world, so the writers and planners can just come up with some setting to make it work."
"That's right, I asked Antasia, and she couldn't explain how she woke up, but Gray gave me two conditions."
What is it?
"One is influenced by what appears to be the Grand Duke's abilities."
What does this mean?
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] then recounted to [ Shit Appraisal Master ] the dangerous encounter that Gray and his companions had seemingly encountered when the Grand Duke was reviving.
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] seemed thoughtful upon hearing this:
"In other words, there's a high probability that a Grand Duke is buried underground. If we just stimulate it to make it emit strong Psionic Energy fluctuations, we can give lifeless machines a ' Machine Spirit '?"
"That's Gray's current guess, so I plan to give it a try this time as well. Besides that condition, there's another condition that needs to be met."
What is it?
"The machine must contain Ed's creation; Gray claims that the Ed creation he possesses is the World Tree statue he gave him when they first parted ways."
"So we should buy a statue from Ed too?"
"That's not necessary."
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] rummaged in his pocket for a moment and quickly pulled out the seed of the Resurrection Tree:
"How can this not be considered Ed's creation?"
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] paused for a moment before realizing that this was indeed the case.
They originally intended to create mobile fountains that would allow players to resurrect at any time, and all the Resurrection Tree did indeed originate from Ed and his Root Network.
In other words, they naturally met one of the two conditions for the birth of the Machine Spirit. As for the other one, they only needed to drive around the Grand Duke's sealed land to find out if it would work.
If this method is true, it means that the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] team can not only mass-produce small vehicles, but also attach intelligent assistants to them.
Automated driving in World of Disorder is just around the corner, and it's unimaginable how much he could profit from mastering this technology.
Thinking of this, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ] almost gleamed in his eyes:
"Dude, tell me what I can do for you. We need to get this car assembled as quickly as possible."
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] raised an eyebrow:
"But it's not time to meet up yet."
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] put his arm around his shoulder:
"Hey Lun, are you planning to squeeze into the event space with everyone else, or are you going to use the VIP entrance and get in early to enjoy yourself?"
"Gurgle."
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] swallowed hard, seemingly wavering in his resolve.
"This... this is a sneak leak, isn't it? Is this really okay?"
The [ Shit Appraisal Master ] said with a confident expression:
"Of course you can. This is a game world. As long as you're not forcibly teleported to the nearest respawn point, it means it's not a bug."
"Think about it, even if the official events aren't held, don't we still encounter Blood Corpse? Don't we still fight the Holy Crusaders of Fir City?"
As he spoke, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ]'s tone gradually became impassioned, even borrowing a famous quote he had once heard:
"We'll go to the Grand Duke's sealed land, because it's there!"
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] nodded thoughtfully, feeling that with the freedom of this World of Disorder, going there ahead of time was not a bug at all, and there might even be some little surprises waiting for him.
But then again...
"But I don't know where the seal is located."
[ Shit Appraisal Master ] feels that the friend in front of me has truly been seasoned by reality:
"Is that hole below your nose for catching golf balls?"
"If we don't know, we'll just ask. Whoever knows, we'll ask. Gray definitely knows, so let's go ask Gray!"