Chapter 290: 288: The Man Who Changed the Game<div>


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    In the children’s race, the young yers, dressed in their original appearance and looking like capsules, were mostly still growing. The height difference was easy to notice.


    There was no need to wait for the race to start; when they stood at the starting line, waiting for the countdown, it was apparent that the “capsules” were of very different sizes.<div>


    At twenty-three, the gap is even more significant, let alone under the age of 16.


    A gap of two years in age could result in a head’s difference in height.


    This isn’t even considering the issue of being fat or thin…


    On the race track where Lincoln weakened the gravity, a 12-year-old kid weighing 100 kg was quite terrifying!


    Especially when his opponents were only a group of yers weighing less than 50 kg!


    Not to mention that, in the virtual game, negative effects in reality like getting tired quickly and not being able to run have been removed.


    As a result, when he started running on the track, he was practically a heavy-duty tank, pushing everyone out of his way!


    Lincoln saw it himself; five or six little girls were unable to dodge and were directly hit by him.


    When they got up, their little faces were all scrunched up, as if they were about to cry…


    The 1.95 -meter-tall yer that Camille Victoria encountered wasn’t the “tall and skinny” type; his build was so strong that Lincoln even doubted his profession in reality.


    —Isn’t rugby popr in Daxia?<div>


    This strong man, even in the standard track full of adults over the age of 16, would have the same effect as the “little chubby” in the children’s race.


    yers in front of him were easily knocked over, creating chaos. The only constion for Lincoln was that such yers with ridiculous builds were still a tiny fraction among the tens of millions of yers.


    And for the problematic Children’s Track, he and Mavis had already divided them into three age groups in advance, at least avoiding the most extreme situations, such as “a yer just turned 10 years old, encountering a yer a day shy of 16 years old”…


    Although they still couldn’tpletely avoid the problem caused by height differences, at least the yers could continue ying.


    Furthermore, since the race was primarily for entertainment, thepetitive atmosphere wasn’t too intense, so it wouldn’t cause any severe harm in the short term.


    However, it was necessary to find a solution as soon as possible.


    In the studio’s group chat, members assigned to the Paradise operation team were discussing strategies through paying attention to the dynamics of Spiritual Rhinoceros and the yer forum.


    —Although Lincoln set the work hours to end at five in the afternoon, the employees were used to finishing on time, followed by pursuing hobbies or learning to improve their skills.


    However, when a new game was released or during important times like game development sprints, the employees would voluntarily work overtime.


    After all, Cloud Dream not only offered generous bonuses for sessful


    projects, but also considerable overtime pay, meal and transportation allowances.<div>


    Even if the employees didn’t chant “overtime makes me happy,” they were more than willing to do so.


    The first solution they came up with was: why not divide the yers into different weight categories?


    “[Competitivepetition weight category] is a mature system that has been proven for a long time in the real world and can be directly applied to the game,” they said.


    But Lincoln felt that it was tooplicated and difficult to implement after just a little consideration.


    It wasn’t that designing a race category system wasplicated.


    —If there’s a real need for it, it’s straightforward to do so. Lincoln just needed to touch his lips, and Mavis would snap her fingers, and that would be it. At most, they would make some minor adjustments based on big datater on.


    However, collecting yer weight data was another issue.


    In the current game, yers’ appearances were highly consistent with reality, but careful yers noticed that the appearance was not aplete replica of reality, but a replica of the “self-perception image.”


    The same goes for weight.


    It’s not that the Mirage console is powerful enough to measure yers’ exact weight based on brainwaves—that’s impossible…


    Instead, the Mirage console captures the yers’ self-perception of their weight and recreates it in the virtual world.<div>


    Moreover, this captured perception is a vague one.


    The Mirage can only capture yers’ superficial, vague perception, not read their precise memories.


    Lincoln was the exception among exceptions because he had that mysterious gift and Mavis.


    As a result, the replicated image might change synchronously ording to the yers’ self-perception.


    For example, a yer on a diet will find that, as their real-life weight gets lighter and lighter, their in-game figure gets better and better.


    And if this yer is observant enough, they will find something even more interesting: their in-game figure changes faster than in reality!


    This is because the increase in self-confidence from losing weight, coupled with an unconscious optimism about exercise results, leads to a more noticeable difference between their virtual world image and their real-life one.


    Having said all that, what I am trying to exin is that Cloud Dream doesn’t actually have urate weight and height data for yers, and these two pieces of data are within a certain fuzzy range, changing along with yers’ self-perception.


    To categorize yers based on their weight, they need to fill in their weight information themselves.


    And this touches upon yers’ privacy concerns.


    Would yers object to being asked for sensitive physical data?


    Most likely, many would.


    And how can you verify if a yer fills in a bit heavier or lighter?


    While the obstacles are significant, it’s not entirely impossible.


    The underlying algorithm that constructs the virtual world has a specific algorithm designed to anchor yers’ height and weight data in fuzzy states so that there can be interactions between the yer and the virtual world in the first ce.


    However, this algorithm is run in a sealed package.


    If one doesn’t mind the hassle, a separate implementation can be made, adjusted specifically and then embedded into the system of “Paradise”.


    Unfortunately, Lincoln despises hassle.


    That’s why he prefers a simpler and cruder approach, such as assigning the same weight to everyone!


    Eachpetition venue is given a standard “virtual weight”.


    This “virtual weight” doesn’t actually make the yers in the virtual world feel the “fake weight”.


    yers still feel their perceived weight, but during a “collision,” the “virtual weight” will be used to calcte the collision effect.


    The resulting scene might defymon sense—for example, a 35 kg child and a 100 kg child collide head-on, and there’s no clear winner…


    But fairness issues are resolved!


    Height problems can be dealt with in the same way: give each yer the same stride!


    And not just average stride—Lincoln is particrly generous here; he ns to give every yer thergest stride data recorded since “Paradise”unched.


    The yer who set this record has an incredible height of 2.26 meters!


    In everypetition he participates, he stands out like a small giant.


    Other yers’ heads can only reach up to his waist!


    With the n settled, Lincoln moves swiftly toward an online hotfix.


    All yers in the matchmaking process get their matchmaking canceled, and those inpetition receive a notice to wait for the update after the game ends.


    Several minutester, with all matches suspended, the hotfix begins!


    As soon as they get the notice, the audience in the Super Tomato live streaming room gets fired up:


    “My goodness! Lincoln goes back on his word and starts a hotfix!”


    “Hahaha, still getting caught red-handed and not backing off, not stopping your cheating ways, how can Lincoln not be frustrated?”


    “Knowing thew and breaking it, the crime is even worse!”


    “Maybe Lincoln never left and hid in the streaming room all along, watching you messing around, and finally couldn’t stand it?”


    “”Committing the crime right in front of the husband””


    “Trante, trante, what’s meant by the ‘game-changing man’!”


    “Speaking of, shouldn’t you, the anchor, perform an apology? /doghead”


    The audience in the live streaming room is all saying the same thing, making Super Tomato himself feel a bit uncertain.


    He speaks somewhat unconfidently: “It, it… Shouldn’t be…. right?”