To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

With the support of Xiemen Waidao, these Personal Soldiers seemed to have nearly inexhaustible physical strength. They’d discard their weapons as they broke and Mukuai 1234 would immediately assist by providing new ones.

And with each temple keeper they killed, Xiemen Waidao would give a silent cheer of exhilaration.

These rascals were up to no good, every one of them a walking package of virtue. Although it wasn’t him but his Personal Soldiers who killed them, his share of the accumulated virtue was plentiful.

Seeing Xiemen Waidao so excited, Mukuai 1234 sneered, “What do you plan to do with all that accumulated virtue? Are you saving up to get me a swimsuit or some other unspeakable outfits?”

“None of that. I’m just curious to see if accumulating enough virtue unlocks an easter egg. After all, Fang Cheng Studio is famous for its easter eggs.”

“So, what kind of easter egg are you looking to find? Getting me a swimsuitor other unspeakable outfits?”

Xiemen Waidao, eyeing Mukuai 1234, said, “I hope next time they make a virtual game assistant and assign you to be specifically for me. Although I know you’re a strong artificial intelligence, how should I put this, there are so few like you that really suit my taste. You’re sarcastic, skillful in the art of mockery, and I find the occasional kick from you rather comforting.”

“Hold on, that last part sounded off…”

“Don’t sweat the small stuff. What I mean is, I know my tastes are peculiar and I’m quite the oddball in reality, too. When I play games, I always run toward the darker path. You’re the only one who doesn’t despise me and is willing to play along.”

“Anyway, let’s just accumulate for now and see if the production team is willing to indulge my little request. Let’s move.”

Under the protection of the Squad Leader, Xiemen Waidao began charging aggressively, with Mukuai 1234 following behind. She watched his back and murmured, “Lunatic…”

Then she followed suit, a smile involuntarily appearing on her face, even humming a tune.

With the aid of Heavenly Vision, the City Lord and the High Priestess’s locations were as clear as day.

The interior layout of the Black Tower was complex, yet Heavenly Vision acted as an absolutely precise mini-map, marking the locations of both clearly. It didn’t take long for them to be found.

A branch of the Black Tower pierced through the clouds, rising above them.

On the platform above the clouds, the High Priestess sat facing the only access route.

Soon, screams filled the air as the temple keepers guarding the entrance were hacked into mincemeat. The Squad Leader and his brothers ascended to the high platform and faced the High Priestess.

The Black Tower stood alone, reaching into the sky, with the roaring wind causing the surrounding dark clouds to billow like undulating waves.

Under the clear moonlight, the High Priestess was clad in a voluminous black robe, her dark lips giving off an eerie glow at this moment.

By her side, the City Lord in armor was expressionless, but his body was teeming with Disease Bugs, revealing that he had ingested them.

“You’ve arrived, healer, Squad Leader,” the temple keeper said with a smile.

“Yeah, uh… could you speedupyour lines abit? I’minabit of a hurry. It’s half an hour until 3:30 AM, and I have a calculus exam today.”

“You’re still playing games before an exam!” Mukuai 1234 shouted in surprise. “And so late at night!”

“Calculus is trivial. Failing it would be fine.”

“You shouldn’t treat it so lightly!”

Disturbed by Xiemen Waidao’s interruption, the momentum that the High Priestess had been building up faltered and could no longer be gathered.

With no other choice, she shook her head and told the City Lord, “Go ahead.”

The City Lord nodded silently, walked to the edge of the platform, and jumped without hesitation.

His figure quickly vanished into the clouds, but soon after, the sound of a dragon’s roar burst forth, piercing the sky like an arrow, echoing far and wide.

A Dragon of Disease, dozens of meters in length, emerged from below, its long body weaving through the clouds before lunging towards the high platform, floating above the High Priestess’s head.

Only when the Dragon of Disease got closer did Xiemen Waidao realize that its body was not truly draconic, but made up of heads.

Countless heads formed the dragon’s body, each seemingly still alive, monotonously chanting the True Text, spewing out Disease Bugs to construct this mythical creature.

And among these heads was unmistakably the former City Lord.

Recognizing the head, the Squad Leader said in shock, “City Lord…”

“lam not the City Lord, I am the Dragon of Disease. Such powerful and terrifying body, such majesty. Compared to this, the human flesh is insignificant. Squad Leader, join me and indulge in the beauty of eternal life together.”

The pervasive Disease Bugs exuding from him exerted such pressure that even the Heavenly Tao Messenger Mukuai 1234 felt wary, saying, “How many people did this guy kill to gather such a massive amount of Disease Bugs?”

Mukuai 1234’s reaction pleased the High Priestess.

She was about to explain the origins of the Dragon of Disease when she noticed Xiemen Waidao was attempting to pick his nose, but he couldn’t manage to get his finger in the right spot.

The accuracy of this model is still not high enough.

With no other options, he just shrugged and looked at the Dragon of Disease, saying, “You call that immortality? In my view, the only thing that can truly be called eternal is life itself. You removed yourself from the cycle of life, and you dare call it immortality…”