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Chapter 661: Chapter 376 Even Worse_2
Chapter 661 -376 Even Worse_2
Afterward, all matter, energy, and spiritual energy would be transformed by the power of the Law Transformation Spell, and then, once the energy conversion was complete, it would be directed toward the next target.
The charging of the spell might take several hundred meters, but once initiated, it would run continuously until all the intelligent life nearby was annihilated.
From this, it was clear that the Overall Conscious Entity had no intention of letting the people here live; they came here with the purpose of extinction in mind.
Just as he was about to start weeding, Fang Cheng suddenly stopped.
Looking at the boundless Spirit Grass in front of him, which also reproduced very rapidly, Fang Cheng suddenly found the act of weeding quite interesting.
Removing the inferior Spirit Grass bit by bit and introducing the superior ones into his garden to make it clean and tidy was a very stress-relieving process.
And these Spirit Grasses bore a striking resemblance to something.
Zombies.
Halting his actions, Fang Cheng went back to his apartment, then downloaded all the zombie movies and watched them one by one.
There were actually quite a few more zombie movies than he had expected.
Because there were so many, he simply searched Dustfire using “zombie” as the keyword and went through all the content available.
From the early “Dawn of the Living Dead” to the more recent “The Walking Dead,” and in the gaming sphere, from “Biohazard (Resident Evil)” to “State of Decay 2,” he watched everything with a bit of fame.
Not only that, he even played “Etrian Odyssey” which had some relevance to zombies, feeling that this theme might have some potential.
People always have some battle impulses.
They long to fight with their own kind, but real battle induces discomfort, and human-like zombies make for the perfect substitute.
The slow-moving yet dangerous zombies give players a sense of superiority, but the constant risk of being infected and turned into a zombie keeps them on edge—the tension and thrill of this feeling is rather interesting.
Moreover, clearing zombies is essentially the same as weeding, both are about getting rid of the bad and welcoming the good, so the idea was nearly the same.
Having grasped the key point, Fang Cheng’s mood immediately improved.
A new theme had been found.
This could be based on the previous “Quiet Cultivation,” with multiple modes arranged for players to choose their preferred ones.
The game’s story could be kept simple since, based on the films and games he had seen, players didn’t really care too much about the narrative of this type of game.
They just wanted to pick up their weapons and fight their way in and out seven times, using violence to release their stress.
Therefore, the game could have as many different weapons as possible, and the variety of weapons could be more diverse.
Zombies and the fantasy theme didn’t seem to mesh well, so modern weapons would be better.
However, too many weapon types might overwhelm the player, so it would be better to have fewer types, but each type must have high expandability.
So, the weapon types could be limited to a few classics, but the modifiable aspects of each weapon should be extensive, allowing players to constantly experience something new while continually refining their Dustfire abilities.
A flood of ideas sprang up, exciting Fang Cheng.
As he thought, the world around him began to change.
With each thought that took flight, the world would alter in accordance with his ideas, and a multitude of thoughts collided, manifesting changes to shape this world as he saw fit.
Sometimes, conflicting ideas would tear the world apart.
But all it took was reloading a previous save for the contradictions to vanish, restoring everything to its state before the conflict and allowing Fang Cheng to continue his experiments.
The world he desired gradually took shape, and the Laws he longed for became ever more tangible. Once the world’s general framework was completed, he checked the state of affairs here, then packed the world onto a USB drive, and returned to his studio, satisfied.
When Huang Ping learned that Fang Cheng had created a new game, he held his head and said, “Boss, you really can’t sit still, can you?”
“I had an idea, so I went for it,” Fang Cheng replied simply.
Seeing Fang Cheng, Huang Ping detected a faint smile on his face, knowing the boss was quite pleased with his latest work.
But the boss’s every work is a masterpiece, and each one is quite fun to play, so he was filled with anticipation for this game.
As soon as he opened the game demo, he gasped in shock.
On the screen, a large horde of zombies was continuously approaching the screen. The lifelike graphics and the first-person perspective made Huang Ping feel as though he was truly standing on the deserted streets, then surrounded by groups of zombies with terrifying faces.
The game’s texture quality had stepped up a notch, and the realistic sound effects even gave Huang Ping a sense of being there, but it also made him involuntarily frown.
Just the opening scene made Huang Ping hesitate for a long time before he finally said to Fang Cheng, “Boss, this game is going to get reported.”
“Why?” Fang Cheng asked, puzzled.
“Because it involves unhealthy descriptions of gore and violence,” Huang Ping said.
“But I haven’t done that; these things look like zombies, but they are actually plants. Look, the liquid they emit is green.”
Watching Fang Cheng’s operation, Huang Ping found that his boss was really trying hard to get it approved.
Such an outrageous lie he told.
He could already imagine Fang Cheng confidently telling the authorities, “These are not zombies, they are plants! The reason they move is that they drank wastewater. Their penchant for biting people is because they drank wastewater, and the strange noises they make are also because they drank wastewater.”
Huang Ping didn’t know if this reason would convince the committee members, but he felt he wouldn’t be able to get past this.
After thinking, Huang Ping asked, “Boss, can the game’s textures be changed?”
“Yes, they can.”
“Can they be changed to something cuter?”
“No problem, I’ll look for one.”
He adjusted the textures directly and Fang Cheng began looking for suitable ones.
While Fang Cheng was searching for textures, the other people in the studio had already started playing the new game’s demo.
The game currently has only a stronghold mode, where the player must defend on a fixed platform, and zombies will flood in from various positions.
The narrow space confines the player’s movements to a fixed area, allowing for only limited dodging, which greatly increases the psychological pressure on the player.
Fortunately, Fang Cheng didn’t implement any sort of night mode in the game—an approach that forcefully increases the game’s difficulty through debuffs—which Huang Ping was already tired of.
And the difficulty of the game was absurdly high from the start.
The player’s character starts with only a small handgun, but nearby zombies wouldn’t die instantly even if shot in the head.
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Minutes later, Huang Ping was overwhelmed by zombies coming from all directions and was utterly devoured, leaving behind nothing but his bones.
Staring at the blood-red screen, Huang Ping didn’t continue, but instead sat there pondering.
The gameplay was fairly classic, the in-game weaponry was highly detailed, the sight of countless zombies rushing in was tingling, and the joy of making it through a wave was full of positive feedback.
But the difficulty of this game, was it too high?
Just about to ask Xiao Douzi for her opinion, he noticed Xiao Douzi was looking at him too.
Their eyes meeting, they developed a camaraderie like comrades-in-arms and asked simultaneously, “Don’t you think, the difficulty of this game is too high (low)?”
“… Eh?”
Realizing their words were not quite the same, they both looked at each other’s screens and didn’t know what to say anymore.
On Huang Ping’s screen, the character in the puddle of blood had been eaten completely, with only the bloodstains on the ground marking his presence.
But on Xiao Douzi’s screen, her character had entered a state of auto-defend, and even without doing anything, a large number of zombies were being automatically eliminated by her character.
Looking at the different scenarios, they simultaneously said again, “Did you change the difficulty?”
After asking, Huang Ping felt that his gaming skills had maybe gotten worse.
