To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 693 - 393 You Really Have It (Part Two)_2
Chapter 693 -393: You Really Have It (Part Two)_2
Chapter 693 -393: You Really Have It (Part Two)_2
Moreover, by doing so, the people here would owe him a cause and effect, causing unnecessary changes to the situation here.
So, make a game?
Thinking about the situation here, Fang Cheng felt that the idea of involving players in this was a good one.
For players, this was a vast and unknown world. Different magical artifacts gave this place a lot of value for exploration, and the presence of the Demon King naturally created a high level of opposition.
Moreover, based on Fang Cheng’s understanding of players, even if he said nothing, such an unusual existence would begin to study the composition of this world on their own, and eventually figure out what the Immortal Assembly was experimenting with here.
Having understood this, Fang Cheng began to think about what kind of gameplay this game should convey.
The mainstream of this world was its magical artifacts, and their effects were some positive and some negative.
Beyond that, there were powerful Divine Artifacts to enhance human abilities, some of which could have a crucial impact on a person’s powers.
So…
Play cards?
Clapping his hands, Fang Cheng felt his idea had some merit.
Players would need to venture alone to the heart of Demon King Castle, where different starts meant different decks, and players could keep acquiring various new cards during the process until they finally defeated the Demon King.
However, the journey was not easy, as dying along the way was commonplace, so he could introduce some elements that allowed players to gain some progress with each death.
Transforming reality into an environment where card games can be played required certain Immortal Spells. Here, some of the time tricks from the Immortal Assembly could be applied, making time pause briefly at the start of each turn, thus bringing about a turn-based effect.
Calculating the collective time stop when multiple players form a team presented a more significant problem, but it was still manageable.
Then there was also…
Fang Cheng continued to ponder and conceive, shaping the structure unique to this special environment until it finally formed a particular Divine Skill.
Integrating this Divine Skill into the world, Fang Cheng casually crafted a USB drive and encapsulated the Divine Skill inside.
Sensing Fang Cheng’s readiness to leave, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord came over specially to ask, “Great Heavenly Lord, you have stayed here for ten days, may I ask if you have reaped any benefits?”
“It’s been ten days already? Making games really does take time. There are indeed some gains; we’ll just have to see if it can be successful.”
“Then I shall congratulate the Great Heavenly Lord in advance.”
Watching Fang Cheng leave, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord quickly located the Divine Skill Fang Cheng had just created, but the more he looked, the less he understood.
What was the Great Heavenly Lord doing?
Why was he going to all this trouble to create these things?
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However, the Great Heavenly Lord must have his reasons for doing things.
As for the decisions of the Great Heavenly Lord, there was no need for him to question them; it was better to slowly learn on his own.
Having come to this realization, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord stopped pondering why Fang Cheng did what he did and started to think about the principles behind the creation.
Back at Fang Cheng Studio, before Fang Cheng could even speak, Huang Ping extended his hand, ready to take the USB drive.
Having stayed here for so long, he knew that whenever Fang Cheng left for a while and reappeared, he would definitely bring back something new.
But he was also somewhat worried since the studio’s games were getting released so quickly, and he felt that slowing down for a while might be better.
After all, a genius boss was still a genius, but inspiration still required time to accumulate.
Moreover, Fang Cheng Studio’s current goal was too ambitious, and although there were fewer paid posters online due to Monk Without Heart’s incident, most of them were merely lying low.
If a new game released by Fang Cheng Studio didn’t meet expectations, then these paid posters would immediately emerge, more troublesome than cockroaches at home.
While Huang Ping was agonizing over this, Xiao Douzi had already started making preparations.
Taking out alcohol gel, he elegantly cleaned his hands, then respectfully took the USB drive from Fang Cheng’s hand, and immediately began installing the game.
For him, Huang Ping’s concerns were utterly groundless worries.
Could the boss’s games possibly be bad?
Seeing Xiao Douzi had already started to experience it first, Huang Ping could only set his thoughts aside and joined the game as well.
The game still didn’t have a name, but its opening animation had been completed, presenting a scene akin to an ink wash painting on the screen, recounting a tale of a battle between good and evil with simple brushstrokes.
Though the story was somewhat clichéd, as long as there was a reasonably good explanation behind it, there wouldn’t be any issues.
After calmly watching the ink wash animation, the mist in Huang Ping’s vision cleared, and several characters appeared beside a campfire, seemingly waiting to be selected.
Their facial features were indistinct, but one could still discern their occupations from their attire, which included the likes of beggar, butcher, blacksmith, and swordsman.
So, is this a sort of dark game?
Selecting a beggar, the character slowly stood up and then strode toward the campfire.
With a gasp, Huang Ping watched the character walk into the fire, and in the next moment, he appeared in a gloomy room.
It was night outside, but the moonlight was good here, allowing one to see the black trees swaying with the wind, making cold, bone-chilling rustling noises.
This room seemed to be a cottage in the midst of the forest; it appeared that someone had deliberately set up the game’s spawn point here.
Just as Huang Ping was figuring out where he was, he heard a surprised voice, “God, have You heard our voices?”
Next to him stood a oddly dressed female, who looked at Huang Ping and exclaimed with joy.
Her attire resembled that of a priest, but she had added some golden threads as decorations to the traditional priestly garment, giving her an even more splendid aura.
Huang Ping was just about to ask some questions when the other party urgently said, “The Demon King’s lackeys are already here, but this is sacred territory, and it cannot enter. However, I need someone to help defeat it so that I can leave this place. O Angel Envoy of God, you are my last hope, please, you must take me away from here.”
“Uhm, that….”
“Here you have… ah, it seems you have already found a weapon to your liking, and of good quality too; it looks like you’ve come well-prepared. Please go ahead; I will pray for you here, awaiting your return.”
Huang Ping thus found himself inexplicably pushed out of the dim room, only to see an elephantine black hound appear before him.
The creature was massive, its sharp claws gleaming coldly under the moonlight, and its sharp teeth dripped with saliva, as it gazed upon its forthcoming dinner with rapture.
“I’m screwed….”
Huang Ping’s first instinct was to run, but then he found that the door behind him was blocked, and the priestess from before was looking at him expectantly through the window, giving him a thumbs-up gesture.
Thumbs up my ass!
Could you at least have given me a small knife!
So that I could put myself out of my misery faster and suffer less!
The hound in front of him was faster than Huang Ping had anticipated; before he could react, it pounced, and he thought he could smell the creature’s foul breath.
Just when Huang Ping thought he was done for, he suddenly noticed that everything around him seemed to stop.
It wasn’t just the hound before him; everything around him seemed to freeze, making him feel as if the world had been paused.
It didn’t take long for him to realize that it wasn’t just a feeling.
The world had indeed come to a halt!
However, his character also stopped moving, and cards automatically flew out from his deck, landing before him.
As he looked at the five cards that had appeared before him and then at the fifteen cards he had yet to draw from his backpack, Huang Ping was momentarily stunned.
So this was a card game?
Huang Ping immediately felt confident in himself; his body seemed to be filled with strength.
His reaction time might be terrible, but playing cards—what reaction did that require?
Watch me with my Knife Rush Five Combo, knocking you out, you useless hound!
After all, it’s just a newbie monster, could you even one-shot me?
Huang Ping threw out his five cards, ready to watch the settlement animation, but was greeted by a barrage of critical hits from the hound, and a vision of himself lying in a pool of his own blood.
Staring dumbfounded at his death screen, Huang Ping gave a thumbs up.
Boss, you really outdid yourself!
