To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 534 - 311 New Game Ideas (Third Update)_2
Chapter 534: Chapter 311 New Game Ideas (Third Update)_2
“Roll over and drink yourw pissla; no one asked for your opinion!”
“…Sorry…”
Comments under Druid Entertainment have spiraled out ofntrol, and the officials have skillfully mastered playing dead, hardly releasing any news on a daily basis.
The calls for Landick’s resignation grew louder, but to everyone’s surprise, the news of Landick’s dismissal had still not emerged.
Inside Druid Entertainment, Landick indeed faced a lot of attacks.
But here, few had clean hands, and Landick had dirt on many board members, and even pushed Leon out as a scapegoat, so he faced no problems.
Aside from being fined internally by thempany, Landick’s CEO position was surprisingly secure.
Playersuld only say, “Typical Druid Entertainment, always going against what the players think.”
Thempetition for the top hundred ended half a month later,ncluding in a perfect result for the global celebration.
Statues of the personnel involved were erected, and from then on, every player undergoing the game assessmentuld see these warriors’ statues, bming a permanent honor.
And when the dust settled on this event, another discussion arose:
What’s the next game from Fang Cheng Studio?
“The Third Grandchild of the Forest” DLC pointed to a village, where the residents dressed in an ancient style, reminiscent of “Peach Blossom Spring.”
Some began to speculate that Fang Cheng’s next game was a farming simulation, while others said that, knowing Fang Cheng’s style, the next game definitely wouldn’t be that simple – it might even be about warfare.
As speculations ran wild outside, Fang Cheng had already arrived at Zhou ZiYi’s village.
Zhou ZiYi himself hadn’t expected to return alive, and now he spent every day at the village head’s home.
The children here were raisedllectively, and with most villagers possessing cultivation, their productivity was generally higher than ordinary people. A few elderly residentsuld take care of the village’s foodncerns.
The childbirth situation here was also peculiar, as the villagers had abandoned the usual way of reproduction. Whenever a blue light appeared in the sky, they would plant their treasured gourd seeds.
Under the blue light’s illumination, the gourd seeds would root and sprout rapidly, producing large gourds thatntained children.
This method of reproduction was in response to localnditions, as although the area was stable, every year or so, it would still undergo a transformation.
The world would suffer a huge impact at that time, and the world might even face destruction once; normal childbirth was too risky in suchnditions, so they had to choose a more secure form of reproduction.
And this method, no doubt, was brought by the Immortal Assembly.
Looking at the aged village head, Fang Cheng knew where the gourd seeds came from.
The village head was starting to bme wood-like, with sprouts emerging from parts of his body. It seemed that after a while, the village head would turn into a gourd, sprout gourd seeds, and from those seeds, new life would be born.
This approach was somewhat reminiscent of the lotus root supporting life, with lifentinuing in this form here andnstantly expanding outwards.
The elderly left behind were their parents, and the other children from the same vine were their siblings; the societal structure here was simple and efficient, all for the sake of reaching the outside world and establishingntact with the Immortal Assembly.
Upon realizing Fang Cheng was a real Immortal from the outside world, the village head’s eyes lit up, and with others’ support, he approached Fang Cheng and asked excitedly, “May I ask, Immortal, is the Immortal Assembly still around?”
Fang Cheng shook his head gently, “I don’t know, but from where I’ve reached, there’s no trace of the Immortal Assembly. However, they have been here before, so I need to stay a while and see if I can find any relevant information.”
Upon hearing this, the village head hesitated then clapped his hands saying, “That’s great! Weuld be the first ones to find them!”
An old granny agreed, “Exactly, the first to support the Immortal Assembly would be us; just thinking about it has a nice ring to it.”
“So let’s cultivate quickly, striving to find them sooner!”
“Right!”
“Yay!”
Watching the crowd cheer with not a hint of disappointment, Fang Cheng realized diverse people thrive on the same grain; these villagers were almost excessively optimistic.
Moreover,mpared to these people, Fang Cheng found that Zhou ZiYi was actually more normal.
They had their own views on sacrifice. They valued life, so whenever others faced danger, they would not hesitate to help.
However, they equate their life with wealth, ready to exchange it for a better oume without hesitation, even if it means death.
This was why Zhou ZiYi had always wished to die by his side, for in his eyes, dying for an Immortal was extremely worthwhile.
Although the village expressed a desire to hold a banquet to weme Fang Cheng, he had no interest in such affairs and politely declined.
The related activities for “The Third Grandchild of the Forest” had ended, and the place had returned to its usual state. The players who once came here had long since departed, and the village had reclaimed its former tranquility.
But, it hadn’tmpletely returned to normal.
After all, there was now an Immortal among them.
They were filled with curiosity about Fang Cheng’s actions, and their favorite thing to do each day was to follow him around, then imitate his every move.
“Heavenly Lord Fang can walk.”
“Heavenly Lord Fang looked intently at the fields; does that mean there’s something there that interests him? Should we excavate it to find a suitable gift for him?”
“Heavenly Lord Fang actually breathes? Can Immortals breathe too?”
“Heavenly Lord Fang actually speaks!”
Faced with the curious stares of others, Fang Cheng didn’t pay much attention.
After all, an Immortal naturally has an aura that easily influences others,mpelling them to begin imitating him involuntarily, and the lower their cultivation, the greater the influence.
However, as long as he didn’t stay too long, they would gradually develop resistance, and after a few eunters, it would be no issue.
Feeling that it was about time, Fang Cheng had gathered enough clues and was ready to leave this place.
These clues were disordered, almost all snippets of images from the past that he had intercepted.
Due to the unique structure of this world, these images were all jumbled, and making sense of them required his own efforts, as heuldn’t think of a better way for now.
The thought of leaving this place soon made Fang Cheng feel a sense of regret.
The village gave him the impression of an organization halfway between secular life and a Sect, and its affairs easily evoked his memories, reminding him of the years he’d spent pursuing the Dao.
However, he had started to feel that his influence on the people of the village was deepening, and he needed to give them some time to adjust to this influence.
“Ah, what a pity.”
He sighed softly. Fang Cheng suddenly felt something.
Did he… actually like this place a bit?
Life here was simple: meditating, cultivating, planting Spirit Grass, day after day, umplicated andmfortable.
Simple as it was, such a life was more likely to cleanse one’s mind of distracting thoughts, bringing tranquility and a chance to face one’s inner self directly.
So… how about making a game here?
Allowing players to experience the same sensations as himself, helping them understand the essence of the Dao would surely be enjoyable for them.
But since this place had an owner, it would be necessary to discuss bringing in players with the locals.
After sharing his needs with the village chief, Fang Cheng saw him weep profusely.
“Did I make a bad request?” Fang Cheng asked, worried.
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“No,” the village chief said through tears, “I’m just emotional because you’ve been here for several days without asking for anything, and I thought we were of no use to you. Now that I know we can be useful, I’m overwhelmed with joy.”
“…You really don’t have to be so extreme. And I should clarify, those people are not that easy to deal with.”
“The fact that the Immortal entrusted us with the hardest part shows your trust in us; I am even more moved now,” he said.
Watching the village chief cry again, Fang Cheng realized he had been overthinking it.
The people here, they really are very optimistic.
