Chapter 699: NO．68：How could you assume the social customs of the Eastern State!

NO．68：How could you assume the social customs of the Eastern State!

On the Qixi Festival, paired with the so-called 'really realistic' simulated imaging, what kind of project would be achieved?

Anyone can easily picture the splendid scene of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl meeting across the magpie bridge, or the lovely scenery prepared for lovers, or even arranging the needed other half for single people.

Considering the cultural background of the festival, the so-called gentlemen and beauties are nothing more than that.

In Aomo's speculation, trying the program's experience, remarkably it's watching lovers' affection, or being assigned a first-person story experience with AI nature, or more simply becoming the Cowherd and gazing at the Weaver Girl.

At the end, it becomes somewhat questionable; considering the many versions of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl legend, there might even be some 18X content.

Although Aomo is already 19, but guessing that the creators from Luode Island, who are said to be all female, probably wouldn't go so wild.

Hasn't the group responsible for the script started arguing yet?

Thinking maybe it's because of the dispute over version usage, Aomo also became somewhat curious about the final result.

After all, the producer list includes Miss Xi and Ms. Lin Qingyan.

The former is the differentiation of giant beasts, with a long lifespan, possibly being a witness to the development of the legend; the latter once served in the government of the Otherworld Flame State, holding a not-low position in the judicial organ, with opportunities to come into contact with many secrets.

The existence of these two largely guarantees that this project's 'script' has a certain real prototype.

Thus, this program is not lacking as an otherworld cultural work, allowing him, who has always been sufficiently curious about other worlds, to enter of his own accord that door resembling a sheet of paper, without needing prompting.

To be frank, because of the door's design, Aomo suspects Miss Xi also works part-time as technical assistance—that brush-to-painting, making the illusory real skill leaves a deep impression on anyone who sees it.

Fortunately, a light screen appears in the darkness.

A line of reminder 'Waiting for loading to complete' lets him regain the sense of the simulated reality system.

Before deep immersion into the system is perfected, the simulated reality system had already maturely developed on an AR foundation, used more for screenings than games, and all feature that rudimentary reminder box that has become a characteristic.

Upon seeing that ugly font appear, Aomo even feels as if he's reading a locally produced disc.

However, this is nothing; using a free framework in independent creation is commonplace, though Aomo still feels a bit of loss.

After all, hearing earlier that Miss Chanwan mentioned a friend at a tech company providing technical guidance gave him the illusion of being able to experience the technological differences of another world.

However, that bit of loss is easily set aside; thinking 'local is fine, content just needs not be local'—with that expectation, he waited for the light screen to show the traditional close-eye reminder, followed along, and only opened his eyes after feeling a faint light through his eyelids.

Then he saw a landscape as physically meaningful as a heavy-color ink painting.

It reminded him of an Eastern Flame anime work that Bi Ze had recommended earlier.

What was it called… Misty Mountain Five Elements?

He startled to find he actually needed to specially recall, silently raising his hand and lightly tapping the back of his head with two fingers.

Mobilizing the neural signals of the memory files failed to achieve the usual zero-latency interaction with the crystal core…… He thought, this is probably a sophisticated signal shielding.

If it were half a year ago, he would still have considered 'crystal core aging malfunction'; after all, the crystal core in his brain is also an old model that has worked for several years, used only for memory management, unlike today's crystal cores that can list several lines of functions.

But in this half year, that old crystal core was once adjusted by Jialatelong's computing power optimization; if problems arise, they can only be physical impact or electronic attack.

Signal shielding can also be counted as part of the electronic attack domain, even if perhaps it's merely a disturbance‑free measure.

In fact, it's not hard to see, because although the simulated reality system is usually for home use, there also exist related experience halls and specialty stores.

These stores have special renovation designs that shield other interference to enhance user experience; thus, even in the home system's sales packages, there is an optional choice of whether to bring a signal shield.

Aomo's reason for immersing himself in the deep‑entry system's embrace is precisely that he dislikes that service.

If you cut off his communication function, he will 'die', receiving no messages or texts; staying somewhere in a simulated world, it's as if he loses connection with the original whole world.

He will naturally feel uneasy and thus cannot truly immerse himself in a virtual world.

This is like now, although he is in this splendid riverside forest, he is still considering many reality‑related people and matters.

He even wants to swipe out the light screen.

After no response, he instead pulls out the physical terminal from his pocket that normally isn't passive.

After futile operations, he then re‑examines his surroundings.

Then he expressionlessly lets out a sigh:

"Holy shit, there's a cow."

——

"Weienta! Weienta! Chanwan, I did well, right?! I brought in six users at once!!"

Outside the entrance interpreted from that page of paper, Chanwan was boasting to the episode's device adjuster Weienta about her achievements.

Calling it an achievement is not an exaggeration; after all, prior to this, their small venue had been officially open for over two hours, yet not a single experiencer.

So the brown‑haired woman called Weienta affectionately lifted her hand to pat her head: "Not bad, not bad, Chanwan; I'll tell Night Blade and Doctor later, so everyone knows your merit."

The height difference of 1.6 m versus 1.7 m makes this scene feel slightly off, but the people involved obviously don't mind.

Because the 1.7‑m‑tall Chanwan has a relatively low mental age: "Hehe, right?! Doctor actually said Chanwan isn't suited to attract customers—totally over the top!"

And the 1.6‑m‑tall Weienta is sufficiently tolerant and gentle, quite skilled at dealing with girls of that mental age: "Indeed, I'll definitely have a good talk with Doctor later, but…"

Weienta subtly glances at the parameters displayed on the screen, then turns her gaze toward the entrance; a few strands of silver highlights at her forehead sway lightly, just like her slightly uneasy heart.

"Having six at once is still a bit too many, especially with the unreasonable distribution; you need to watch out and never do this again next time, Chanwan."

"Huh? What's unreasonable?" Following her straightforward nature, Chanwan directly voices the question: "Wasn't it agreed that guys go left and girls go right?"

She couldn't possibly have misremembered that; she only feels Weienta's words are contradictory, since the person who arranged the guidance direction is also her.

"But…"

Weienta's tolerance is being tested; she wants to speak but holds back, looking at the screen and then at the entrance, finally she can only shout loudly:

"But one guy and five girls just looks totally off, right?!"