To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

After receiving the game, Huang Ping immediately began testing, and soon felt the pressure coming at him.

The completeness was as high as always, the gameplay was so full it seemed to seep through the screen, and the ink wash art style perfectly presented an ancient world in front of them, making Huang Ping feel as if it were a living world across from him.

The game was exquisite, but it also brought with it an extraordinary amount of pressure for Huang Ping.

In Huang Ping’s view, Fang Cheng’s games must involve various reuse; Fang Cheng definitely went home to work overtime right after office hours, sleeping only four hours a day, and spent the rest of the time organizing materials so they could be ready to use at any moment.

It was especially the application of filters that stood out; each filter could perfectly showcase different styles, and did so with such flawless polish.

Just thinking about having to optimize such a refined work made Huang Ping’s hands shake; he didn’t know if it was from excitement or nervousness.

Xiao Douzi had already started to adjust various parameters according to Fang Cheng’s requirements, and Monkey had begun to test various gameplay elements, then tried to optimize each one.

Their fearless spirit was unmistakable, and it reminded Huang Ping that he was starting to show his age.

Getting older as a planner means becoming a bit slick; seeking stability in all things, rather than innovation.

But here, playing it safe was not an option.

The gentle Fang Cheng was like a mountain, weighing down on them from behind, forcing them to grow with each outstanding game.

Every game was a trial, pushing them to unleash their full potential, then to improve wildly.

He moved his fingers to loosen them up and brewed himself a pot of tea, immersing himself in work, continuously recording items that could be optimized, and then making changes as best as he could.

It wasn’t until the lunch break that Huang Ping stopped, and he let out a satisfied sigh.

Back when he was at Tianyi, he would look forward to every break—longing for the lunch break, the end of the workday, for overtime to be over, for KongKong to roll out sooner…

Oh, KongKong did leave, but I left too, so no worries.

However, at Fang Cheng Studio, going to work had become a pleasurable experience instead, with all kinds of benefits maxed out; all he had to do was concentrate on making good games.

In Huang Ping’s opinion, there couldn’t be a better environment than this.

After quickly finishing his meal, he looked at the game list with some concern, not knowing whether he should play a game for a bit or continue working.

Before he knew it, he saw Tian Xuan standing in front of her workstation, at a loss as she looked at the comments on the screen.

According to Fang Cheng, Tian Xuan was his distant relative who had just turned sixteen this year and wanted to enter the gaming industry, so she was brought here.

But everyone felt… this kid didn’t seem like she was sixteen.

However, it was understood that if it’s not brought up by the people, it won’t be pursued by the officials; as long as everyone knew, they could bluff their way through any inspections by saying she was just there to play. That should be good enough.

If not, there was always Xu Qingling as a backstop.

Now, she stared at the screen, flipping through one comment after another, her brow growing more furrowed.

Leaning over, Huang Ping discovered that Tian Xuan was looking at the game website “Game Inn,” which belonged to “Living Immortal.”

All of Living Immortal’s games were on there, including the horror-themed “Spreading Traditional Culture Starting from Me,” “Plant Grass” that goes from farming to warfare, the narrative game “Nameless,” and the recently popular “Dark Builder.”

Unknowingly, the boss’s alternate account had amassed so many games, a truly impressive feat.

And what Tian Xuan was looking at were the comments related to “Dark Builder.”

After the last world boss event ended, players were still raving about it, demanding that Living Immortal hurry up and bring on the next world boss.

Some players argued that there should be some reward after killing the world boss, preferably a groundbreaking award.

Other players said that one world boss was not enough; they wanted to fight ten! They desired a hearty and grand scale boss battle!

Even more extreme players wished to become the world boss themselves, beating up any player they encountered, one by one or in pairs, to provide a sufficient shock of ‘love’ to the players.

Confronted with so many player demands, the young girl was a bit overwhelmed.

She had just finished setting up her network in the Shadow Area of Heavenly Tao.

As she was surrounded by shadows, these shadows would constantly erode her network, but under Fang Cheng’s Mana, it wasn’t a problem.

Yet satisfying the players had become her biggest challenge.

Although Fang Cheng said she could do whatever she wanted, she owed these players gratitude, and being too casual about it didn’t seem right; it would leave her feeling guilty.

But satisfying every single demand didn’t feel quite right either, as if doing so would somehow make them even more uncomfortable.

As she was torn over what to do, Huang Ping came over and looking at the comments, asked, “Did the boss assign you to optimize ‘Dark Builder?\'”

Tian Xuan turned her head and looked at Huang Ping with her big watery eyes, then nodded vigorously.

“How luxurious, at any other studio this game would be a cash cow, but the boss handed it to you for practice. Wait, could it be that ‘The Supreme One’ he gave us is also for practice?”

This thought made Huang Ping uneasy, wishing he could go back to work immediately, but fortunately, he restrained himself.