To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

And beneath the angelic stream, there were all sorts of variants, like dark then light, light then dark, and both dark and light combined.

Each style corresponded with a different ideological inclination, which made Fang Cheng feel that players seemed to enjoy dabbling in ideological politics, even within the game.

With another sigh, Fang Cheng instructed Huang Ping to continue working, while he himself leaned back in his chair, observing the Dustfire.

This time, it really happened too fast.

This instance of Dustfire was the most chaotically colored yet, with flames of all colors fighting endlessly among themselves. Each color tried to outdo the others, but none could succeed.

The strangest part was that when the flames battled one another, sometimes tiny new-colored flames would appear. Some of these would vanish, while others would inexplicably grow stronger, becoming a new mainstream color.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng felt as if he were cultivating gu, a type of venomous worm.

In such circumstances, never mind completing the refinement of one’s Taoist Heart. If given to the cultivators of Miaojing in times past, they would have been overjoyed: “Heavenly Lord, your cultivation of the gu flame is quite extraordinary! May I ask you to share some insights? I’ll offer you some freshly gathered fungi in return.”

Alas.

Despondent.

After work, Fang Cheng entered the Mirror Universe, crushing and purifying Shadows in the Shadow Area to dispel the frustration in his heart.

Feeling somewhat better, he then walked into his Botanic Garden, strolling leisurely among the plants and breathing in the fresh Spiritual Energy. He admired the various kinds of Spirit Grass before he started to feel a bit more at ease.

Originally planning to go back and meditate until dawn, then contemplate whether to give all the players of “I Am The Director” nightmares for a few nights, he heard someone calling him.

Following the sound, he had just arrived when he saw three figures coming toward him, flinging themselves at him.

“Boss, there’s big trouble!”

Squirrel Man No. 2 clutched at Fang Cheng’s clothes and cried out, “Boss, there’s a problem in our home.”

“Take it slow, no rush.”

Although No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 were his employees on a temporary basis, recently they had been doing a fine job with the Game Inn website, even letting Alpha patrol 24 hours a day to nip any violations and inciting posts in the bud.

Moreover, he didn’t need so-called traffic. The whole site was really just for the players to express their opinions, and he would occasionally visit to find out what the players wanted.

Because they had achieved some success, Fang Cheng decided to watch their future performance and then consider promoting them to temporary employees if appropriate.

Praise for outstanding employees was essential, though it was best done privately to avoid setting a bad example for others and fostering a competitive atmosphere in the office.

After giving Squirrel Men an oral commendation, Fang Cheng asked, “So, what problem have you encountered?”

“We’ve just received intelligence from our mother planet.” Squirrel Man No. 1, perched on Fang Cheng’s left shoulder, said, “Our mother planet has been overrun, the King’s whereabouts are unknown, and Star Squirrels wandering other areas are desperately trying to get back home.”

The mother planet of the squirrels was located on the outer edge of the Heavenly Tao network in the Mirror Universe’s Shadow Area.

They were not one of the main species within the Heavenly Tao network and often faced discrimination; even their mother planet was only marginally protected by the network.

This protection could help them resist the corruption of Shadows, but in return, they had to pay a steep price to buy the rights to use the Heavenly Tao network.

However, recently, the network experienced some collapse, consuming most of its resources searching for the cause and stretching over other areas. As a peripheral planet, the mother planet of the squirrels naturally fell within the reach of the Shadows.

Having explained the situation, Squirrel Man No. 2 said, “Our technology is mostly based on archaeology, and indeed some of the ancient artifacts can resist the erosion of the Shadows. But the problem is, we do not know how to use them, and using them always causes some side effects.”

“What kind of side effects?” Fang Cheng asked with keen interest.

“Spatial distortion is the most significant side effect I know of. It hides the home planet in an extremely small point and folds the surrounding space. In this way, the Shadows must go through these folded spaces to reach the home planet, thereby achieving a defensive purpose.”

“Then why do you still want to enter it?” Fang Cheng continued.

“To turn off that device. Once it starts operating, it will change its position on its own and randomly move to a small area near the home planet for reasons that are unclear. If we don’t shut it down, it will continue to operate and drag the home planet into deeper space until it is forever lost.”

Hearing this, Fang Cheng understood.

The device used by the squirrels to protect themselves was a double-edged sword, which, while protecting them, could also put them in danger.

This thing might be some super magical weapon used by millennia-old cultivators; only such weapons could create these inconceivable effects.

And since the Squirrel Man didn’t know how to use these magical weapons, side effects resulting from their use were fairly normal.

Growing interested in the matter, Fang Cheng looked at the three squirrels and said, “So, you want me to help you?”

“No, we would like to ask for leave, but if you can help us repair the spaceship, that would be even better.”

Repairing the spaceship wasn’t a problem; a reversal of time could restore the spaceship to its previous state.

While using his Divine Sense to scan the Squirrel Man’s spaceship, Fang Cheng found it quite interesting.

Its inherent technological level was extremely high, yet many of the things inside were technologically inferior.

As the squirrels had said, their tech tree was riddled with gaps, their technological system incomplete, and technological development could only be achieved through archaeology, which made their progress peculiarly deformed.

Take the navigation system, for example; they could use conceptual navigation, but since they had no idea about it, they were forced to use robotic assistants to chart the stars, which meant they spent half their travel time on positioning.

After completing his inspection, Fang Cheng found it amusing.

The spaceship was like a gigantic magical weapon, with its photon furnace capable of continuously producing dark matter and then annihilating it, to obtain the necessary thrust for propulsion.

The laser emitters were like a large thunder pool, used for attacking and cutting minerals.

The force field generator was also quite fascinating; it acted like a huge Formation, blocking as much external assault as possible.

After studying for a while, Fang Cheng realized that these things could also be produced by a satellite factory, though the parts would be Spirit Grass, which might cause some issues with the final product.

He set aside the previous failure of “I Am The Director,” and a new idea emerged, making him feel like he had found a new direction for his path to enlightenment.

However, whether to pursue this direction or not, he’d need to take a closer look.

Having repaired the spaceship, Fang Cheng stepped on board and said to the three squirrels, “Let’s go. Take me to see your home planet; I want to know what happened there.”

The three, known as Number One, Two, and Three, were overjoyed to learn that Fang Cheng was taking the initiative to go.

In their eyes, Fang Cheng was a far more formidable figure than the gods within the Heavenly Tao network; with his intervention, the mere Shadows were not a problem and would be wiped out with a backhanded blow.

So, they didn’t dare to delay and directly piloted the spaceship towards the nearest black hole from here.

The force field shield opened at this moment. The dark matter newly formed within the black hole tried to attack the spaceship but felt the sacred and inviolable presence on board and immediately ceased all hostilities, retreating.

However, Fang Cheng did not want to let them off so easily; he took out a pair of safety scissors inside the ship and snipped. Everything inside the black hole was cut into thin slices and then dissipated.

The next moment, they finally crossed the black hole and arrived at the other end of the world.