To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Apart from the integration of the game, Xiemen Waidao discovered that Fang Cheng Studio had added many new features.

For instance, the magazines on the bookshelf were actually compilations of excellent posts from “Game Inn,” categorized by date, making them quite convenient to read.

The television could be turned on, and “Who is the Champion” could be watched on it. Judging from the broadcast time, Mukuai 1234 must have secretly watched it for a while.

The apartment door could be used to go outside, where one could immediately see a straight street. Incredibly, some players had also appeared there and had begun discussing whether buildings could be constructed in this place.

After soaking in the atmosphere for a while, Xiemen Waidao realized that Fang Cheng Studio’s ambitions were quite significant

Merely a passport wasn’t enough. Were they preparing to create a second life?

Wandering joyfully in the world of Passport World, Xiemen Waidao found it to be even more complex than imagined.

There were parks and malls; the cars on the streets could even be driven, and some buildings could be entered and had basic functions.

Beyond that, he even saw some small Mukuais.

These Mukuais, only two heads tall and incredibly cute, carried building materials around, processed them, and assembled parts into products like cars.

After staring dumbfounded for a while, Xiemen Waidao felt that apart from exclaiming “Amazing,” he really couldn’t find any other words to describe it.

From the perspective of a game player, Passport World was already astonishing.

But from the perspective of a game planner, it appeared utterly shocking.

Qiu Yu, Alan, and the translator had just finished the current phase of “Squirrel Spaceship” and then discovered the existence of Passport World.

The world was still rather rudimentary, but after squatting by the roadside for a while, they couldn’t help but be impressed by its intricacy.

“Mr. Fang is impressive,” said Qiu Yu, eating ice cream.

The ice cream in the game had no taste, but he wanted to try it out anyway, so he started eating it.

Unlike other games with segmented animations, Passport seemed to have modeled the ice cream separately, allowing it to be eaten bite by bite.

Outsiders might not realize how outrageous this was, but Qiu Yu understood.

The idea of creating a model for a single ice cream cone was so extravagant that Qiu Yu felt like banging his head on the floor in envy and then dragging this programming deity to their project team.

Just having this genius on board, conquering the domestic market in one year and the world in two years wouldn’t be a problem!

However, looking at Alan who was motionless beside him, Qiu Yu thought they wouldn’t even need two years; it could be done this year.

Alan had also bought an ice cream, but instead of eating it, he left it aside and watched it slowly melt.

Under their gaze, the ice cream turned into a pile of cream, which then messily dried up slowly. When it was almost dry, Alan touched some of the cream and became even more astounded.

“Terrifying technical prowess. This is no longer a mere passport. This is an open-world,” he said.

Qiu Yu nodded in agreement and decided to persuade Zhang Ping to stop any ongoing projects related to open-world games within their company once he got back.

With such a high benchmark set, any following open-world projects were bound to be doomed. They needed to focus on gameplay as their strong point, to compensate for their disadvantages in graphics and realism.

Back in his own apartment, Qiu Yu began testing the Teleportation Array, television, and magazines, and then realized that Fang Cheng Studio seemed to have integrated their games, website, and programs into one.

His Mukuai had a very low presence, just a two-headed Mukuai, which suited his preference to forgo in-game guidance and explore on his own instead.

Although it was just a little Mukuai, it could still understand his commands and inform him about what could be done there.

With the guidance of such powerful artificial intelligence like Mukuai, players wouldn’t get lost here at all. The studio integrated everything organically, making their product ecosystem even stronger.

Alan also examined everything with Qiu Yu and couldn’t help saying, “We should have collaborated with Fang Cheng Studio initially.”

“What could you have offered them?” Qiu Yu scoffed.

“That…”

“Give it up. Fang Cheng Studio doesn’t need you. Their games don’t even have a French version.”

“That’s because…”

Alan stammered, trying to explain something, but couldn’t say anything.

He had already gone through all of Fang Cheng Studio’s games in these days.

At the time, following Qiu Yu’s guidance, he started from the first game by Fang Cheng and concluded that it was a very promising producer.

When he played “Towards Death and Life,” he felt that the developer had good ideas, even though the running mechanics were a bit outdated.

The third game, “Princess Dungeon,” left him at a loss for words, especially after playing a PVP round and experiencing the earth-shattering effects, he silently opened the fourth game.

The quality of “Quiet Cultivation” he had already seen on a TV show, but playing it firsthand, particularly through a VR integrated machine, instantly immersed him in its mysterious characters, and he began incessantly asking for the names of every character and why they were made that way.