To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Although there were many issues that needed to be resolved afterward, these matters could be left to the players to handle, and Fang Cheng didn’t need to be involved.

He quickly logged off. The tasks of withdrawing money and giving out red envelopes were completed in just one second. Then, arriving at the studio half an hour early, he first headed to the pantry to check on his Spirit Grass.

Having not seen it for almost a month, the Spirit Grass seemed to have changed.

Before leaving, Fang Cheng had made sure that factors like moisture, light, temperature, and soil fertility were taken care of, but now, the Spirit Grass looked robust yet wild, like a child without a home, healthy but desolate.

With a single gesture, the God Sword responded to Fang Cheng’s summoning, emerging from the void, eagerly held in Fang Cheng’s hand, and changed into the shape he desired.

A Demon Sword that can’t morph… is not a good God Sword. Following a Heavenly Lord like Fang Cheng, the God Sword decided it must be perfect from now on, obeying the Heavenly Lord’s commands, becoming a good God Sword that could unfold all of its master’s troubles.

So, Heavenly Lord, when are we going to hold the ceremony for me to acknowledge you as my master, so we can gallop wildly together and never return on the path of cultivation?

Crack~

A crisp snap shattered the God Sword’s beautiful dream, as it realized it had turned into a pair of scissors, and especially safe scissors without pointed tips.

For a Demon Sword whose duty was slaughter, if this wasn’t an insult, then what was?

It was the final masterpiece of the Sword Demon Lord, an unfinished work of his. Realizing he was being hunted, the Sword Demon Lord decisively abandoned the Demon Swords he had created and fled only with the Sword Embryo, which showed that the Sword Embryo had already surpassed all his previous creations.

Never did it expect to be caught, chopped up, and scattered without a trace.

Although created by the Sword Demon Lord, the God Sword didn’t have a good impression of its creator. After all, the Sword Demon Lord was very strict with his creations, laying numerous restrictions before they were even formed. He would likely use it to craft a new Sword Embryo in the future, so it would be strange if it felt any affection.

But to use the likes of itself as a pair of scissors, Heavenly Lord Fang…

“I didn’t expect you to be quite useful,” Fang Cheng said with satisfaction. “The cut is smooth, and it doesn’t harm the roots; you directly sever the Spirit Grass at the conceptual level. Not bad at all.”

A single “quite useful” instantly made the God Sword elated, and it began pondering once more about when the acknowledgment ceremony would take place.

After placing the safe scissors casually into his pocket, Fang Cheng dried the Spirit Grass and added it to the company’s tea reserves. He replaced the air purifier’s Spiritual Energy cartridges and checked the Spirit Gathering Array for any issues, turned on the power, the heater…

In addition, the company’s product Plague Chickens were placed at everyone’s workstation. These Plague Chickens were made of Spirit Grass and were quite suitable whether used for aromatherapy, physical therapy, or as a pillow.

With preparations complete, the employees arrived just in time.

The first to arrive was naturally Xu Qingling. Wrapped in a red coat, with her smooth long hair hidden beneath it, she looked dressed properly but still appeared a bit cold.

After taking off her scarf and placing it on the rack nearby, she took the red envelope from Fang Cheng, thanked him, then sat at her desk and let out a satisfied sigh.

“I feel alive. I tend to have a chill in the winter; I’ve seen many traditional Chinese medicine doctors but to no avail. Getting up in the winter is torture.”

“Actually, you could sleep until noon.”

“It wouldn’t be good to do that on the first day back at work after the New Year,” Xu Qingling said, resting her head on her desk, turning to look at Fang Cheng with a gentle smile.

“Is that so…”

Moved by Xu Qingling’s love for her work, Fang Cheng felt a bit touched.

Especially during the New Year period when she voluntarily worked overtime to help resolve issues with “The Physician’s” merchandise.

However, since Xu Qingling indicated it was mutual aid between friends, he couldn’t offer her any leave in compensation, so a small gift would be appropriate.

Approaching Xu Qingling, he said, “Stretch out your hand.”

Although she didn’t know what Fang Cheng wanted to do, Xu Qingling extended her hand like a beckoning cat, looking at him in confusion.

Grasping her hand, Fang Cheng gently pressed, and something transferred from his own thumb to hers, then sank into her dantian.

And Xu Qingling only felt her thumb being rubbed for a moment, then released, which left her feeling somewhat disheartened.

“How does it feel?” Fang Cheng asked.

“My heart is racing…” Xu Qingling said with a blush.

“That’s unexpected. Anything else?”

“I feel… a bit warmer; it doesn’t seem to be my imagination. Boss, do you also know massage?”

“Somewhat.”

“Then… my neck feels a bit uncomfortable too. Could you possibly…”

“You’re fine.”

“Hmm…”

Xu Qingling sighed in disappointment but also affirmed that Fang Cheng really did know a thing or two about massage.

The neck and spine are some of the most vulnerable parts of a working person’s body; staring at a computer all year round makes it hard to avoid problems.

However, her neck was well-maintained and had a beautiful line, and the boss immediately saw there was no issue, which showed he had real skill.

As the rest of the colleagues arrived one after another, Xu Qingling knew it was time to begin working, so she took off her coat and started earnestly working on the financial reports and other tasks.

Apart from Fang Cheng, the other employees looked a bit tired but excited.

Just a moment ago, including Wang Xiaoying, a group of four had been battling in “The Supreme One.” The major conflict had finally concluded, and this gave them plenty to talk about.