To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

“You’re jumping the gun. Besides, I’m in a hurry, it’s almost time for work, and I haven’t prepared my red packets for starting work. So, sorry about that.”

“What are you sorry for! The only thing you should apologize for is angering me!”

A group of players looked at Xuanjizi with pity, then, without turning their heads, bypassed him and ran towards the Golden Throne.

He reached out to grab the Alien beside him, but found he didn’t even have the strength to lift his hand.

Looking down, he saw a hole punched through his chest, and the familiar sensation made him cry out, “Palm Thunder again! How could you do this, why Palm Thunder again!”

“It’s enough.”

With a simple reply, Fang Cheng followed the other players as they ran towards the Golden Throne, ready to end the final scenario within five minutes so he could get red packets ready for his employees.

Monkey had been a daily sight lately, but he hadn’t seen the others in almost a month; he actually missed them a bit.

Leaving behind the First Under Heaven Taoist, his face streaming with tears and unable to hide his departure, the group burst into the Golden Throne and beheld the scene there.

As for the Golden Throne, mosaics flew everywhere, and the tall Zhao Qin was still wearing a hemp robe, covered in blood.

In front of him, the young emperor appeared to be sleeping peacefully, clean all over, but some things had already transferred from him to Zhao Qin, endowing him with an inscrutable and mountainous majesty.

Flicking the blood off his weapon, he looked at the incoming crowd with a mild smile on his face.

“You’ve arrived, Mr. Fang. It’s been a long time.”

“Yeah, can you tell us why you did this?”

“If not for you all.”

Under everyone’s gaze, he took his seat on the Dragon Throne, leaning on his sword and said, “Originally, there didn’t need to be all this fuss. We could have been your puppets and simply carried on quietly. However, as you continuously stripped away the title of First Under Heaven, the surplus spirituality was distributed among others, helping us gradually realize many things.”

With a wave of his hand, he pointed towards the sky and said, “Dark.”

The bright sky instantly turned to night.

“Light.”

The night was swept away, and the world was once again bathed in light, but Fang Cheng found himself alone; the other players were gone without a trace.

With a casual gesture, extinguishing and relighting the sky, Zhao Qin had shown a few miracles, making him seem all the more mysterious.

“You see, I have multiple titles. After the other First Under Heavens dissipated, I received the most spirituality. But what’s the use of having more? What’s the use of being able to control the heavens and the earth?”

“We’re just puppets, made for your amusement. Everything about us is built on illusion and deceit, we’re not real.”

“Isn’t that right, Mr. Fang?”

Zhao Qin looked at Fang Cheng with sorrow, the curse of wisdom surfacing on him, allowing him to see the reality that he was a puppet, yet powerless to change it.

After a sigh, Zhao Qin raised the sword in his hand:

“The increase in spirituality has allowed me to see the truth of this world and understand what is hidden within it. A being capable of rivaling you left this behind, and it will be my weapon to defeat you. Its shackles are almost undone, its power now manifests at ninety percent. Even as a puppet, I will bare my fangs and shatter all of you who sit so high above us!”

The ground cracked open, and black mist emerged from beneath, countless Demonic Qi converging in the air, forming a Demon Sword that seemed capable of splitting heaven and earth.

The thing hidden by the creator here was finally revealed.

And looking at the Demon Sword before him, Fang Cheng finally remembered.

“Aren’t you the Sword Embryo that the Sword Demon Lord had just started to refine back in the day? No wonder I didn’t recognize you at first; you’ve actually been forged into shape.”

The Demon Sword began to quiver.

In that moment, it also recognized the true person beneath Fang Cheng’s in-game character.

An overwhelming fear surged through it, causing the unrefined Demon Sword of the Sword Demon Lord to tremble violently.

Reminded of the Sword Demon Lord who had been slashed into pieces before it, the Demon Sword’s shaking grew even more intense.

Finally, it made a decision.

At that moment, the Demonic Qi around it dissipated, and it decisively cut away a large quantity of Demonic Qi, leaving behind a solemn and awe-inspiring God Sword.

Then, it flew over beside Fang Cheng and firmly joined his side.

Seeing this, Zhao Qin was stunned.

Moments later, he let out a deep sigh, raised his hands, and said, “Can I surrender?”