To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

By the way, the officer shouting those commands was Sun Chuan.

It might seem far-fetched for someone to resurrect and then cry for revenge on their behalf, but indeed, it is quite far-fetched.

As a result, this defending general would rashly join the front lines due to a surge in morale, only to be easily slain, causing another boost in morale.

With repeated boosts, even the weakest of soldiers could become like a king of soldiers, wielding a hundred-plus pound axe effortlessly, their extended standby time allowing them to hack from the door to the player’s front without blinking an eye.

The issue was that at this time, they couldn’t be touched, or else it might accidentally kill the defending general, and then continue the cycle of building morale.

Fortunately, players had ways to cope with this situation.

Just ignore the area and go around it.

After all, players didn’t need supplies, and using the Frog Jumping Tactic could rapidly intersperse through to the center of the enemy’s flank, and then directly charge.

Taoist players could set up a Teleportation Array here, to facilitate player movement.

Some players would establish bunkers at this location, fully equipped with bows and long spears, while materials would continuously be sent from the back to help fortify the front.

After some time, when the enemy defenders realized the void in their troops here, they would certainly be overjoyed and sally forth to meet the enemy, giving players the opportunity to leisurely teleport over and encircle them. Then, players who had learned the Bone Diverting Hand could restrain the NPCs and lock them up.

The process was a bit slow, but the advantage lay in its solid reliability, allowing quick captures of some ordinary small cities.

However, as the frontline advanced and Da Liang’s land shrank, the density of NPCs increased, making this tactic less effective.

Especially with the emergence of the general known as First Under Heaven, the battlefield underwent significant changes.

This general, who originally had a deep aversion to Zhao Qin, had resigned and gone home to farm in the countryside, inquiring no further into world affairs.

But now, seeing half of Da Liang’s land conquered by a group of Aliens, he knew he had to come out of retirement.

The eighty-year-old general once again led the charge, accompanied by his three sons to the battlefield, and on the first day, noticed the issue with morale.

Then, this uncouth old general simply sent his three sons, alone and unaided, into the enemy lines, where they were quickly sacrificed.

Sacrificing one’s sons to the heavens, Mana boundless.

After all, being First Under Heaven, his own Spirituality was also considerable. He soon realized his sons could be resurrected infinitely, so why not sacrifice them as much as possible.

Moreover, because of his and his sons’ reputation, each heavenly sacrifice significantly boosted the morale of all Da Liang’s soldiers, rapidly increasing their strength.

Therefore, after compressing the frontline to a certain extent, players found this level seemed impassable.

[Stuck on this level, what do we do now? School is starting soon, I won’t be able to play anymore!]

[This NPC is too despicable. Usually, we exploit bugs to bully others, why is there a day when we get bullied by a bug exploit?]

[I finally understand how NPCs in games feel. This helpless sensation of watching the opposite side but being unable to do anything is truly agonizing.]

[Can we only bring out the experts to capture him?]

[The problem is, we have experts, but who knows where that old general is? His location seems to be hidden by the Taoist, invisible to us.]

When everyone was at a loss, one player said: [If that’s the case, then why don’t we just make him not First Under Heaven anymore?]

[How so? Oh, I almost forgot.]

Opening the target interface, a group of players looked into the requirements for becoming First Under Heaven and realized that gathering player strength didn’t seem too difficult.

After establishing a plan, players within began to revolt that very day, with the previously established positions crumbling and turning into separate small states.

The news delighted First Under Heaven.

Holding the spy’s report, he laughed and said to his sons, who had just resurrected and were still somewhat confused, “You see, these Aliens are nothing but a motley crew. When things are going well, their invasion burns like fire, but at the first sign of trouble, they flee like dogs. Now that they can’t beat us, they’ve instantly fallen into civil strife. We simply wait for them to destroy each other, and victory will be ours.”

The three sons were confused for a long time before nodding and replying, “Father is right.”

“But we cannot take them lightly, after all, Aliens are Aliens, who knows what they might do.”

“Father is right.”

“…Can’t you say something different?”

“Father is right.”

“Forget it, go down.”

Pleased with the war report, First Under Heaven felt he had done well this time, actually knowing how to use these inconceivable phenomena to achieve his goals.

Why hadn’t he discovered this before?

No, before… when exactly was that?

Suddenly, First Under Heaven could not remember his past.

Or rather, it seemed he didn’t have much of a past to begin with.

When other First Under Heaven titles were snatched away, his Spirituality would also improve.

This Spirituality allowed him to feel more genuinely the existence of the “true self” and also made him realize that he didn’t seem to have much of an experience.

It was as if from the beginning, he had always been First Under Heaven, but as for which wars he had fought in, he seemed to have forgotten.

And this world seems to only have one Da Liang, so who had he fought against?

Yet he remembered being undefeated in a hundred battles, so how had these military exploits been accumulated?

He felt as though he was merely a prop in a storybook, with his past being nothing but a setup, but he knew nothing of his true self.

“Who… am I?”

However, his Spirituality wasn’t enough to support him in recalling these memories, and so he could only sit bewildered in his chair, lost in thought.

Soon after, he felt an intense sense of crisis.

The prerequisite for becoming First Under Heaven was to be undefeated in a hundred battles and to expand one’s country’s territory, making unparalleled contributions.

The player chosen for this task began with three men as his troops, reconquering fragmented player nations one by one. Within half a day, he accumulated over a hundred military achievements and swiftly turned his tiny country into a vast empire.

From division to unification, it all took only half a day.

Everything seemed unchanged, but during this process, some players, including First Under Heaven, achieved several objectives which caused some of the top figures inside Da Liang to be directly stripped of their Spirituality, becoming confused.

As his title of First Under Heaven vanished, he felt his existence fading, his consciousness slowly converging to become like his three sons.

Even as his Spirituality gradually dissipated, he continued to ponder this question.

Who, exactly, am I?

Having lost the title of First Under Heaven, the old general’s Spirituality was halved, all sorts of strategies exploiting bugs disappeared, and he, like the famous generals from history, started to fight cautiously and meticulously.

If it were a regular opponent, this would not have been a mistake.

But this is a game world, and he was facing Aliens with no bottom line. War tactics and methods had long since become unfathomable due to a variety of game-like settings; playing it safe and steady led only to one outcome.

And that was defeat!

The intense battles of yesterday started simplifying as First Under Heaven returned to normal, allowing the Aliens’ bizarre strategies at last to be employed, pushing the front lines significantly forward.

The storytellers and Tang Mo, who observed the entire process, spent half a day studying how to narrate this segment.

No one would understand if they said it.

If told to players, they might think they’re quite good at exploiting bugs, and find the game quite fun to play.

If explained to NPCs, ordinary folks wouldn’t get why people could die and come back to life, why the old general’s regained strength led to his defeat, or how the Aliens won the battle?

Realizing the dilemma, the two brainstormed for a long time and could only sigh helplessly in the end.

They had to make it up as they went.

After all, they were storytellers, not historians; they didn’t have to bear any historical responsibility.

Describing the Aliens as Heavenly Gods incarnate or reincarnated warriors, materializing with one hundred and eight demonic generals from the heavens to teach humanity, any sensational story would do.

Thus, the most outrageous battle record was born.

The problem is, it’s actually quite entertaining.