Chương 85: Di Hao Li Nan Amigo!

Wǒmen cái shì chuàngzào wèilái de rén Jin's bloodshot eyes stared listlessly at the endless lines of equations and programming jargon covering all the walls of his apartment. The final conclusion of months of work? 10 lines of code. Abstracted from the very basic programming principles he was familiar with due to his eidetic memory and extrapolated with his qi-enchanced super-intelligence. vec3 normal = normalize(fs_in. Normal); vec3 lightPos = vec3(10. 0, 10. 0, 10. 0); vec3 lightColor = vec3(1. 0, 1. 0, 1. 0); // White light vec3 lightDir = normalize(lightPos - fs_in. FragPos); float diff = max(dot(normal, lightDir), 0. 0); vec3 objectColor = vec3(0. 5, 0. 0, 0. 0); vec3 ambientColor = objectColor * 0. 1; vec3 diffuseColor = diff lightColor objectColor; vec3 finalColor = ambientColor + diffuseColor; FragColor = vec4(finalColor, 1. 0); Half a year of his life. Ten lines. What exactly did those ten lines represent? A simple function that determined the final colour of a single pixel.

Hashimi and Francis had stopped working in his apartment, citing a rising feeling of unease as the walls, the furniture and even Jin's own clothing in itself became the blackboard for his madness. Applying the colour pixelation algorithm that Jin had cracked to the Illusion Room scenario would essentially reduce perhaps 1% of the data load. He'd yet to create the code for combining all the singular pixels, however, so the current progress was still essentially 0% reduction.

"None of the other reincarnation protagonists have to do this," Jin told himself quietly.

"None of the other reincarnation protagonists have to do this," Jin told himself quietly.

"None of the other reincarnation protagonists have to do this," Jin told himself quietly.

"None of the other reincarnation protagonists have to do this," Jin told himself quietly.

"None of the other reincarnation protagonists have to do this," Jin told himself quietly.

"None of the other reincarnation protagonists have to do this," Jin told himself quietly.

"None of the other reincarnation protagonists have to do this," Jin told himself quietly.

"None of the other reincarnation protagonists have to do this," Jin told himself quietly.

"None of the other reincarnation protagonists have to do this," Jin told himself quietly.

"Hahahaha."

"Hahahaha."

"Hahahaha."

"Hahahaha."

"Hahahaha."

"Hahahaha."

"Hahahaha." Jin picked up a food bucket covered in preservation seals, the seals themselves covered in equations, the equations themselves covered in spaghetti code, the spaghetti code itself being covered by actual functional code. He reared his arm back as if he were holding a javelin. He hurled it through the south-facing window of his apartment. Crack. The window shattered. Jin's legs swung forward rhythmically; his arms went to rest at his sides.

He threw himself through the now broken window and crashed head-first into the ground outside his building. He lay there for a few moments, enjoying the coolness of the earth beneath his body.

"Are you ok?" A female voice suddenly asked from beside him. It was Bao, his servant. She was holding a big steaming bowl of food. She'd been the one primarily responsible for him not starving for the past months.

"try: Assert False, "I'm injured!" Except AssertionError: print("Nope. Assertion failed to fail. I'm perfectly fine.")," Jin replied"Uuhhh, ok", Bao muttered before sighing, putting down the food and bending to pick him up under the shoulders. In an impressive show of strength for a relatively small woman. She then proceeded to drag him all the way to the infirmary.

-/- Hours later, as Jin lay in an infirmary bed facing another window, this one reinforced with seals, he realised that he would have to take the development of the rendering engine more slowly. It would certainly solve the data issues of the Illusion Rooms, but he couldn't very well go insane doing it; otherwise, nobody would benefit. He went back into his mind and continued working on Skyrim, this time simply going back to his very easy task of NPC creations. Whiterun was almost complete.

There were just a few more characters to be added, some more interactions to be completed. Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator. As a finishing touch, he created Lydia, the housecarl one gained after finishing the dragon fiasco. He remembered his memories of playing with the sworn guard fondly. Lydia getting stuck in a wall.

"I'm right behind you!" Lydia disappearing randomly into the sky.

"Lead on." Lydia saying, "I'm carrying too much for you," even when she wasn't. Truly, a classic companion. He'd keep that last line in the scenario. Every cultivator needed to foremost cultivate patience after all. Jin nodded in satisfaction as he continued working inside his mind, turning his attention to Jarl Balgruuf next. He moved his hands erratically as he did so, as if writing code.

Unknowingly, this gesture caused the Elder overseeing the infirmary to put a question mark next to his name on a scroll while looking dubiously at the robes that had been stripped off the disciple, covered in syntax errors as they were. Jin would stay in the infirmary for a very long time. Xīn shìjiè de yīngxióngmen, méi cuò!

"Don't worry, Francis," Francis said to himself in a sing-song voice as he took a sip from one of the mixtures that had been delivered to him by the chef he'd hired. It tasted like a mixture of ash and liquified chicken feathers. A look at the label confirmed that this was exactly what it was.

"Alchemy will introduce only a few novel ingredients, so it wouldn't be too much to ask to develop a new flavour for each of them, right?" he continued in a baby voice as he filed away the taste as belonging to nirnroot, the stupid plant that Jin had noted to produce a sound for some reason.

"But Jin, I replied, I thought that there would be no reason for the ingredients to have a flavour now that we've set the identifying function as coming from NPC interactions and theory books on alchemy, right? We don't want to encourage trying to taste weird plants in the wild; in reality, that's stupid after all." Francis tried the next concoction and dipped his wrinkly tongue in before choking on the taste and promptly throwing the vial in the trash can of his dwelling.

"That is ass, that is straight ass," he muttered hatefully before checking the label.

"Donkey anal gland pickled in orange wine, hot chillies, fucker," he cursed. He paced around, unwilling to continue onto flavour 27 out of 97. Blissfully, a dozen or so of the ingredients actually existed in reality, such as aloe vera, while others had been removed because the creatures they came from were too humanoid. Francis thanked the heavens every day that he hadn't been asked to create a taste for giant's toe, for example.

"But Francis, what if someone tries to taste it anyway. We can poison them, of course, if it's a toxic ingredient that they've tried, but we can't have blisterwort taste like the normal chanterelle mushroom! Think of the immersion!"

"Fuck your immersion!" Francis shouted angrily, breathing heavily. A few minutes later, after he'd calmed down, he shakily picked up the next vial.

"Imp stool, why did you name it imp stool?" Francis muttered weakly before trying the mixture. It tastes like mushrooms mixed with shit. Actual shit in this case. Francis refrained from turning the vial to look at the contents and simply threw the vial as far away from himself as he could. He'd hired a mortal chef with some sect contribution points to create some distinct flavours that would never be created, in lieu of the fact that they never should have been created.

"28, 29, 30, 31," Francis heaved as he gathered his courage to try several vials in quick succession, pausing only because he'd finally found a flavour that he actually looked at. He looked at the ingredients.

"Dehydrated agar leaves and honey mixed with coffee guano," he muttered to himself as he looked at the white dusty powder.

"Finally something that doesn't taste like shit," he said contentedly before a memory suddenly tickled his brain. His pupils narrowed to a point, and he angrily threw the vial against the wall.

"Motherfucker!" To think that there were a bunch of mixtures he'd need to try after anyway to have a distinct flavour profile for the potions resulting from the alchemical process. If Francis hadn't tried and failed to create scenarios successful enough to promote him to core disciple for literally hundreds of years, he would have gone and punched Jin in the face, apparently insane and in the infirmary or not.

Unfortunately, the young cultivator was a genius, and Francis needed the resources granted by a successful creation if he wanted to prolong his life further. Sometimes, he really wondered if cultivation was even worth it.

"Do it for the heavens, do it for the dao," he muttered slowly as he held the next vial up to his mouth. Why was it glowing blue? Spriggan sap? He just hoped it didn't taste like spriggan crap. He inhaled deeply and dipped his tongue. Surprisingly refreshing. Mint cream and blue beetle chitin, huh. Only 65 more ingredients to go.

Chī shǐ yě xiào dé hěn kāixīn, wǒmen shì yījiā rén Hashimi critically looked at the city of Whiterun, which she'd erected from what was essentially a barebones three-dimensional sketch with some inspiration stills that Jin had handed over to her in a jade slip half a year ago. The thatched roofs rustled in the wind but held fast against the wind.

The cloud district looked like a snobbish version of Nordic classic architecture, and the Bannered Mare Inn had the requisite scuffmarks on it to imply that it had seen more than its fair share of barfights. The characters, each as distinct as a real person, were sitting around and idling, going through their conversations and drinking their mead. They had real routines, ways in which they earned the coin to spend on the drink, individual mannerisms, speech tics.

Uthgerd the Unbroken liked to tap her armoured foot on the wooden floor to the beat of the music whenever there was some, and Hulda, the owner of the inn, always spoke of retirement despite not actually planning on having one. Hashimi dragged a hand down her face, threw her gaze over the city and its surroundings one last time, reviewed the red thread connections signifying relationships, quests and time-lines before signing off on the completion of the area.

They'd come back in the future to revise one last time and fill in some blanks, but that was it. Creating an entire world. Interconnected, breathing, real. Jin was a genius. Mad, but certainly a genius. They'd go down in history for this. If Jin managed to complete his side-project of data compression, they would BECOME history.

Spending her twenties on some crazy projects that were perhaps doomed to fail, but which would teach her more about her craft and life itself than a hundred years of copy-pasting basic scenarios. It was probably a good investment in her future. And even if it wasn't. Having a dream, well, it was nice. Péngyǒumen, tóngzhìmen, xiōngdìmen, miàn duì wèizhī de wèilái, wǒmen miàn dài wéixiào, shǒu wò hóngpíshū. Ting wanted to bash her head against a wall until her brains leaked out of her ears.

When her somewhat odd junior had first approached with the task of creating a bunch of dragons who weren't really dragons, but were somehow really dragons… The promised remuneration had blinded her. The fact that there wasn't a big market for draconoid scenarios and participating in this project helped her continue working on her favourite creatures was just the cherry on top. Now she was regretting her impulsive decisions. She stared at her biggest headache, a large, spiky, black, menacing mess of a creature.

Alduin. Technically genderless according to Jin, but definitely male-coded in the dialogue he'd handed her. One of his large red eyes, almost as big as she, blinked at her stupidly.

"You dumb oaf, don't think I'll forgive you just because you're hot!" Ting shouted in the white void of creation that was her mind. Alduin growled threateningly.

"How am I supposed to have you be menacing but not yet a world-ending threat, and then transform you as you consume more of what Jin said would make you a world-ending threat. What is this, a children's puppet show?" she cursed to herself as she paced back and forth, her gaze critically analysing her creation. He looked like a dragon, alright. One that called itself Shadow the Destroyer and focused on only dark matter cultivation techniques.

"You're edgy," she eventually said.

"But how do I make you look like you could end the world?" A pair of fingers went to her chin, and her other hand went on her hip. She'd already added all the tricks of the trade. Making the air heavier around him, less oxygen, an unnatural light in his eyes, a deeper voice, slightly higher gravity, a bigger body, and more spikes.

"The mouth," she suddenly determined as she played with the proportions of the being in front of her.

"The power of the dragons comes from their shouts. A mouth is the representation of this ability, while also being at the core of the title 'the world-eater." Alduin shifted as she spoke, gaining a second jaw full of sharp teeth, disproportionally large to its body. Had Jin been present, he would have immediately recognised the double-jawed structure of the Yu-Gi-Oh monster Slifer the Sky Dragon. Ting narrowed her eyes at the dragon and sharpened the jaw, jutting it out further and further down.

Alduin opened his mouth, looking like he'd be able to fit a small town inside of its gullet. The upper mouth, smaller, was mostly for the sake of aesthetics, but technically, it also meant he could use two different shouts at the same time.

"That's a threat level up, I'd say," Ting eventually determined, patting herself back for the idea. Now she just had to remake the whole model to make a dragon that was 25% mouth look more menacing than stupid, while also deciding if this would be the initial form or the evolved one that Jin had kept talking about back when he'd given her this task.

Wǒmen zhànshèngle míng wèi xūwú zhǔyì de yǒnghéng è lóng, yìlì yú měilì de wūtuōbāng zhī diān Da Bendan cackled as he summoned another crackling storm atronach by his side and then cast an incredibly large Ice Storm, which blanketed half the zombie army in front of him. He left a wake of destruction behind him as he progressed through the incoming horde, rather than hold the line as the scenario wanted him to.

He didn't know why he'd never come up with the idea of a scenario-modifying slip that would grant him all the abilities he wished he had in reality inside an Illusion Room. A quick Lightning Cloak quickly disintegrated whatever zombies had forced their way through the ice by hiding under the dead-dead bodies of their comrades. This was power. This was fun. He'd have to thank Jin the next time he saw him. He was starting to look forward to that completed scenario the younger inner disciple had told him about.

天堂是否一直就在我们心中， 只是我们太过愚昧而视而不见？ 现在， 一切都将改变！