To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Playing with the young emperor in his arms as if the boy were a cat, Zhao Qin looked down and soon saw someone approaching.

The footsteps of the newcomer were almost soundless, and even his breathing slowed to one breath per hundred counts, a testament to his terrifying mastery of internal energy.

He was the Supreme Warrior known as First Under Heaven, Ye Qingguo.

At the age of forty, Ye Qingguo’s vitality and blood energy were impeccable, maintaining his physical strength at its peak at all times, making him appear to be an ordinary young man.

But Zhao Qin knew beneath that seemingly average exterior lay the strength of nine bulls and two tigers, enough to fend off a charging wild elephant with one palm and instantly end its life.

Apart from his title as the foremost martial artist, he also held titles such as First Under Heaven in club techniques, First Under Heaven swordsman, First Under Heaven in the use of odd gates, but there were two First Under Heaven titles he had never attained.

First Under Heaven swordsman and First Under Heaven in hidden weapons.

One was not here, and the other wasn’t here either.

Although Zhao Qin had indicated there were important matters to discuss, one of them possessed high moral integrity and did not want to sully himself by associating with Zhao Qin; the other acted only on his whims, and his mood would certainly not be good after seeing Zhao Qin.

Watching Ye Qingguo enter the area, Zhao Qin flicked his finger lightly, and a chair flew to Ye Qingguo’s side, inviting him to sit.

After looking at Zhao Qin on the Dragon Throne, Ye Qingguo gave a light cough and then stood aside, no longer paying attention to him.

Zhao Qin wasn’t surprised by Ye Qingguo’s attitude; it was within his expectations.

In this world, too many wanted him dead and disliked him, but he didn’t care.

As long as they were willing to come, they were entering his game, and he would use them eventually.

It wasn’t long before the second person arrived.

He appeared to be sixteen and usually graceful, but now he seemed as if he had encountered a ghost, utterly devoid of his usual liveliness.

Upon reaching the place, he lay on the ground, expressionless like a dead fish, looking at everyone before pointing and saying, “You, you, are all going to die.”

“Xuanjizi, what’s wrong with you?” Zhao Qin asked with a smile, “You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I truly did see a ghost. Just an Alien, just a Palm Thunder… Ha ha, ha ha ha ha…”

Xuanjizi was like a madman at that moment, his laughter sharp as the gale, filling the hall with his terrifying mirth.

Much time passed before he finally sat in a corner, murmuring to himself as he gazed at the wall, “What exactly have I been doing for over a hundred years…”

Shortly after, the air suddenly turned cold.

Frost began forming on the ground as something slowly made its entry.

His appearance was not visible here, but judging from the footprints that emerged on the ground, he was a tall man with almost no weight.

He was the First Under Heaven Wraith, his origins unknown, but his mystique was well recognized.

Soon after, one by one, the leading figures of First Under Heaven titles arrived. Some bore grudges against each other, some shared bonds, but in this moment, they all sat in their chairs, watching Zhao Qin upon the Dragon Throne.

Due to the underlying logic of this world, when the title of First Under Heaven was usurped by an Alien, the original bearer would lose half of their Spirituality.

This Spirituality is an important foundation for their memory, thought, and autonomy. Losing half, they would still be stronger than ordinary NPCs, but they would become muddled, forgetting many things.

Part of this lost Spirituality would enter the source of the world, while some would go to the other First Under Heavens, increasing their Spirituality slightly and making it easier for them to understand the anomalies of this world.

“Today, I’ve summoned you all here, and I believe you understand why,” Zhao Qin said as he stroked the young emperor’s head. “You are all masters in your respective fields, and recently, you have been challenged by some Aliens. Some have been challenged already, and after losing half their Spirituality, have nearly become fools.”

“Old Zhao, get to the point and stop beating around the bush,” the First Under Heaven Rebel laughed and said, “After you finish talking, I’m going to cut off your head and see if there’s really something wrong with your brain.”

“Heh heh.”

“What are you laughing at?”

“I’m laughing at your ignorance, facing death and still having the face to bellow here. Those Aliens may lack in many respects, but certainly not in treachery. As the First Under Heaven Rebel, I’m afraid your title will be taken over soon.”

“Nonsense! I…why am I here?”

He had just slammed the table and risen, but in the next second, the look in the eyes of the First Under Heaven Rebel became vacant.

Then, atop a high mountain, a statue was pulled from the ground, clearly depicting a player who had just received the title of First Under Heaven Rebel.

Observing the now evidently confused former First Under Heaven Rebel, Zhao Qin threw him out of the Golden Throne and then said to the silent crowd, “See? This is what we become when we lose our Spirituality. Gentlemen, I’m sure none of you wish to lose it all and then become idiots, right?”

The crowd fell silent once more, followed by the First Under Heaven Joker asking, “So, Grand Elder Zhao, what should we do? These Aliens are overwhelmingly powerful and indestructible; we can’t even kill them. Recently, several new troupes have emerged led by Aliens, and the plays they rehearse are captivating, with many I’ve never even heard of, I…”