To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

The Heavenly Tao World in the Shadow Area is a considerably vast realm.

Within a region sprawling hundreds of light-years, a large number of stars and the planets orbiting them form an orderly and fascinating world.

The Little Heavenly Way, which is a celestial network constructed collectively by the Gods, enshrouds this area with its power, isolating the forces of the Shadows from within.

Beyond the overt celestial network, there are also numerous hidden networks here, some of which even extend into the Shadows, indicating an inexplicable relationship between the Little Heavenly Way and the Evil Gods of the Shadows.

Guided to the designated location by three squirrels, Fang Cheng saw hundreds of spacecraft forming a massive spacecraft matrix. At predetermined positions, they unfolded force field shields, and the emerald-hued aura connected them, accumulating energy to create a zone in the Shadows, linking to a planet ensnared by the Shadows.

Through this aurora force field, some scientific teams had already begun researching the situation of their homeworld, but the detailed reports were not yet out, and formal rescue operations had yet to begin.

Upon detecting the deployment of the spacecraft matrix, Number One immediately flew up in their ship, and soon after, a voice came through the broadcast, “This is the temporary Rescue Committee. I am the leader of the seventeenth team, Sir Big Tail. What is your code number?”

“Glacial Squad’s Numbers One, Two, and Three!”

“Voiceprint verification passed, welcome back.”

After confirming their identities, the person’s voice softened, “Thank the network, I thought you had perished. It’s surprising that you’ve survived. The survival rate through a black hole is less than one in ten thousand; you’re really lucky.”

“Yeah, somewhat.”

“You must have had a tough time recently. Later, I’ll send someone to deliver some pinecone powder for you to rest.”

“Hiss…”

Number Two inhaled sharply, unsure whether to tell Sir Big Tail that they had been living quite comfortably.

They even gained weight.

Unlike the synthetic pinecones on their homeworld, they had been eating genuinely natural, large pinecones and drinking clear, sweet spring water. Each day, a dedicated medical team (Alpha) assisted in checking their physical and mental health. When bored, they could pick up a computer and engage in 24-hour intense banter with a group of players.

The living area was extremely spacious; just a little coquettish behavior drew a crowd of players to watch. If they wanted to exercise, they could run freely across the mountains; if not, they just sat on a player’s head to sightsee for free, and the player would even excitedly ask for help with taking screenshots.

Especially Number Three, the Demon King Squirrel, who spent its days eating and sleeping, had doubled its weight, and its belly fur was now flipping up and down like a sack when it walked.

Sir Big Tail did not notice Number Two’s hesitation and continued, “Oh, I detected a fourth lifeform on your ship. Judging by its size, it’s some kind of large beast. Is this something you found behind the black hole?”

“That… sort of.”

“You sound hesitant. Is there any special circumstance you haven’t reported?”

“Um…”

“Okay, I understand.”

Sir Big Tail’s questioning ceased there.

The three squirrels’ ship was drawn into the designated position by the pale green light, unfolding its force field shields, thus contributing to the rescue of their homeworld.

Number Two thought the crisis was over, but just minutes later, the ship’s hatch was forcibly opened. Squirrel Soldiers clad in power armor stormed in and, after landing, dragged the three squirrels to the rear.

“Don’t be scared, comrades.” Sir Big Tail’s voice came from inside a power armor suit, “We’ve received your distress signal, and we are here to rescue you.”

“You’ve got it all wrong!”

“Where is the villain who imprisoned you? That tall… that tall… that tall…”

Sir Big Tail’s voice seemed to get stuck like a broken tape, only able to repeat the same three words over and over.

He gazed dumbfoundedly at Fang Cheng, who had been meditating until interrupted, his mind occupied by a strange emotion.

In his eyes, there was nothing else but Fang Cheng.

As an outstanding little squirrel, Sir Big Tail’s powers of perception were even stronger than those of Numbers One, Two, and Three.

Number Two had previously sensed Fang Cheng’s unfathomable essence and his presence that rivaled that of a Star-level Giant Beast. Sir Big Tail immediately felt it as well.

Moreover, he felt an incomparable desire, making him feel that offering everything he had to the being before him was supremely honorable and exalted.

It wasn’t just him; the accompanying guards couldn’t help but half-kneel down and cry out with devotion, “Oh, great Gods! Please accept my sinful and humble soul, and let me find peace and redemption in Your eternal God’s Kingdom!”

Watching the squirrels, tears streaming, Fang Cheng drew a circle, further restraining the aura of might within him to prevent the squirrels from perceiving it.

Immortals naturally possess an imposing presence. If not properly constrained, it can produce various illusions to others, thereby deepening mortals’ adoration of the Immortals.

An aura of sweet fragrance and a back emitting radiance… these are the visions that mortals might see.

To avoid disturbance, Fang Cheng usually kept his aura of might in check, but he had not expected the squirrels’ perceptual abilities to be so exceptional that they still noticed it.

Once Fang Cheng reined in his presence, the kneeling soldiers finally realized the mistake, and Sir Big Tail hurriedly stood up.