To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Previously, Fang Cheng was not very interested in this place, but after a thorough inspection, he found that there were still quite a few well-preserved things here.

The harvester used for collecting, solar panels with an energy conversion rate as high as 95%, a versatile processing factory… All sorts of black tech indicated that the people here once possessed a rather high level of technology.

Although Immortals don’t seem to mesh well with technology, if you simply think of these technologies as various spells, then understanding them isn’t difficult at all.

For example, the spacecraft harvester is actually a Machine Puppet, the solar panels are actually a Sun Capturing Array, and the universal processing factory is actually a Refining Furnace, and so on.

Once you understand their uses and basic principles, the paths of cultivation and technology converge, being just different observations of the world — cultivation simply errs on the side of idealism more, but idealism also has its own rules and logic.

Once he had cleared up the working logic of the satellite factory, Tian Xuan entered the scene.

Her powers would be significantly lessened in the main universe, but since the satellite factory was located in the Mirror Universe, she could easily summon her Angel Envoy Mukuai over.

However, as there was no need to interact with players, she didn’t need to summon the humanoid Mukuai, just the useful ones would suffice.

As a result, two-headed Mukuai were summoned, each only about half a meter tall, but as strong as a normal male adult, and they worked very efficiently.

Since the Mukuai were souls Tian Xuan had saved from torture, although some were so deeply traumatized that their intelligence had decreased significantly and they were almost incapable of doing most jobs, working at the satellite factory turned out to be quite suitable for them.

Moreover, working here could help Tian Xuan create gifts for players as a way to repay the merits she owed, so these little Mukuai also enjoyed this work.

After enhancing the spacecraft harvester a bit, all the factory’s worker and space issues were resolved, and next came the gifting.

Fang Cheng didn’t plan to sell these products but intended to give them away directly, because the starting point for manufacturing them was to enable Tian Xuan to repay her debts, so there was no need to sell them.

He wasn’t sure about the current sales volume of “The Healer,” but it should be around four million, so he decided to produce four million units first and then send them out as commemorative gifts.

Later on, these products could also be gifted to players as game merchandise rewards, to thank them for their support and encouragement of his game.

Happy with his arrangements, Fang Cheng went home alone, while Tian Xuan began to operate the factory at full throttle, preparing to produce a batch of suitable game merchandise.

Five days later, the first batch of goods arrived.

Fang Cheng specially drew a door on a wall in his home, and once the door was completed, the other side opened to the satellite factory. The little Mukuai lined up in a row, carrying small Spirit Grass Dolls through from the other side of the door, quickly piling them up like a mountain in the room.

Mr. and Mrs. Fang, watching TV in the living room, watched this scene in disbelief before finally hesitantly asking, “Son, what are you doing?”

“I made some game merchandise.”

“…I thought when you made things, it was just a grand gesture and then automatically done.”

“That’s me, not Tian Xuan. And even when I make things, it takes time, it’s not as easy as you think.”

Mr. Fang was momentarily at a loss for words, feeling once more that being an Immortal was truly incredible.

Picking up a small Spirit Grass Doll, Mr. Fang noticed the solid craftsmanship, the fine touch, and each one had a fresh, pleasant scent of herbs, a natural aroma that made one feel as if they were in the midst of nature, the pure natural essence calming one’s mind.

But the appearance, well…

In his hand was a fierce and evil-looking wolf, with a row of eyes on its head, the red eyes emitting a ferocious glow as if ready to prey upon someone.

These Spirit Grass Dolls came in various sizes, and this hungry wolf was almost life-sized, making it look particularly ferocious.

Especially since the wolf looked so lifelike, positioned there as though it could pounce and crush one’s throat at any moment, contrasting starkly with its refreshing scent.

Looking at the thing, Mr. Fang felt it would be perfect for guarding the house; a burglar would be scared off at first sight, but so would the family members.

Each Spirit Grass Doll was of a different type; some were monsters like the hungry wolf, others were lovely girls as cute as flowers, and each of these girls had a number on their back.

Though they looked identical, the craftsmanship of these dolls was truly remarkable; by using expressions, postures, and clothing, they managed to convey different personality traits.

Marveling at these dolls, Mr. Fang asked with curiosity, “Why are there so many scary dolls?”

“We don’t know which dolls will be popular, so we decided to make all the characters from ‘The Healer’ and then send out real photos for players to choose their gifts.”

“…You don’t even need to choose; obviously, it’s the little girls who will be popular! Although I don’t play games much, I know too well what the players like.”

“That’s not necessarily the case. All these Spirit Grasses are so cute, and the finished products are so adorable, I can’t even make a choice myself.”

Looking at Fang Cheng, the Spirit Grass enthusiast, Mr. Fang felt there was no saving his son.