To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 817 - 452: Store Simulator_2

Looking at the territory the three New Celestial Honors had planned for him, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord went straight there, not wanting to see these unfilial children anymore.

If he had stayed any longer, he feared he would have been infuriated to death by this group.

Upon entering the safe area they had arranged for him, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord reported the situation here to Fang Cheng.

Once Fang Cheng’s Primordial Spirit arrived, he saw Zhiyi Heavenly Lord playing chess with himself, looking especially aggrieved.

"What’s wrong?" Fang Cheng asked.

"I’m angry," Zhiyi Heavenly Lord huffed discontentedly, "Damn it! The New Celestial Honors, damn it!"

"I think they’re okay though. Xiayun even came to me for advice before. She clearly didn’t understand anything, but she pretended to and was quite well-behaved."

"That’s you. Anyway, you’re here now, so feel free to look around."

Without disturbing the believers here, Fang Cheng began to quietly observe the situation.

After Zhiyi Heavenly Lord left, the new Celestial Honors immediately started the cleanup work here.

The source of pollution was at the center of the Heaven-Opening Blocks, where space-time was displaced, and laws were in disarray. Various unknown entities continually emerged and rushed toward the small worlds within the Heaven-Opening Blocks.

Battles raged on continuously, with countless Cultivators falling every second. Massive warships were dragged into battle as soon as they were produced; lasting a few minutes before being scrapped was considered breaking even.

Even in death, the warriors’ battles persisted.

They would sink into the Reincarnation Land, endlessly fighting the monsters invading from the dark side of the world, loyal until death.

But compared to other dangerous worlds, the world Zhiyi Heavenly Lord resided in was much too peaceful.

There were only countless farmlands, a vast number of pastoral cities, where Cultivators exhausted from battle would come to replenish and rest, eager to return to the battlefield after dispelling the fatigue in their hearts.

The whole world was engulfed in a frenzy, and the Dustfire here brimmed with brutality; the roaring within the flames created an underlying current that made the world seem as violent as boiling water.

"This won’t do," Fang Cheng said with a frown, "Using Cultivators like this is completely destroying their potential."

"I agree," said a calmer Zhiyi Heavenly Lord, "But it’s practically useless to argue. The new Celestial Honors here are as stubborn as you are. Even if you were to speak to them, they wouldn’t think there’s anything wrong with their approach. In the eyes of these New Celestial Honors, world peace is the most important mission. For the sake of this mission, they can abandon anything, including themselves, but not us old-timers."

"Indeed, were the New Celestial Honors created for this very purpose?"

Zhiyi Heavenly Lord hesitated for a moment, then with a bitter smile said, "Yes, that was the purpose when we created the New Celestial Honors. You know some of the Heavenly Lords, they are especially afraid of dying, but they also know that if they don’t deal with things properly, there will be no place for them in this universe. So, they created the New Celestial Honors."

Packing up his chessboard, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord said somberly, "From the very beginning of their creation, the New Celestial Honors were human-shaped weapons, thrown into this universe to cover their creators’ escape. Those old-timers have long since fled to unknown places, leaving these New Celestial Honors to resist everything here."

"Do the New Celestial Honors know this?"

"They know, they are aware of their mission, but they still proceed with it. From our perspective, the New Celestial Honors are our children. To have our children take our place on the battlefield, I really don’t know what we were thinking at the time."

"For survival, you’ve given up too much," Fang Cheng remarked.

"Yes, too much."

Turning his head, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord noticed Fang Cheng in thought and asked curiously, "Great Heavenly Lord, what are you doing?"

"Thinking about making games."

"...I thought you were considering how to help here?"

"It’s somewhat the same idea. But this is their mission, and if I get involved, the cause and effect would be too much. So, I am thinking about how to resolve this in a gentler way."

Watching the contemplative Fang Cheng, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord felt like making a sarcastic remark, but in the end, he held back.

You, a Great Heavenly Lord, dispelling your own karma as easily as eating or as naturally as breathing, do you need to think that much?

Nevertheless, he also knew that Fang Cheng preferred to resolve karmic issues in gentle ways, and would not sever karma forcibly if there were another way.

Fang Cheng’s gaze swept over the world where Zhiyi Heavenly Lord resided, taking in everything at a glance.

He saw cultivators taking a brief rest here, people from different worlds, cultures, and races gathering together, some treating this place as the Hall of Heroic Spirits, others as an Eden.

Warriors made merry with wine, and after a drunken reverie, they would head back into battle. The boundary between life and death blurred continuously here, leaving only fight after fight after fight.

Watching these cultivators, Fang Cheng murmured to himself, "They should rest."

"Hmm," Zhiyi Heavenly Lord nodded solemnly.

Formulating his thoughts, Fang Cheng felt ideas emerging in his mind, slowly coalescing into concrete concepts.

Having settled on his thoughts, Fang Cheng returned to his studio with the demo he had just completed.

At that time, his studio colleagues were playing "Parallel World."

But whether deliberately or accidentally, the problems they simulated were surprisingly consistent.

"When’s the boss coming back?"

"Did the boss go off to make a new game again?"

"How does the boss come up with so many ideas?"

Just as Huang Ping had simulated a life and was about to start another, he noticed that Fang Cheng had returned to his workstation and was beckoning him over.

Rubbing his eyes, he saw it wasn’t an illusion and immediately went over excitedly. He didn’t wait for Fang Cheng to speak and took a USB drive from Fang Cheng’s hand.

As a senior employee of Fang Cheng Studio, Huang Ping had developed a high level of self-management, knowing not to ask any questions but to look at the contents first.

Xiao Douzi, on the other hand, watched this scene with hands clenched in jealousy.

Eager to start, Huang Ping installed the game from the USB drive and found himself just born in a shabby house.

The place resembled a shop, with shelves cobbled together from pieces of wood, covered in dust and spiderwebs, devoid of any goods.

There was a mirror by the door, reflecting the face he had just molded in the game, and from his clothes, he could tell he was a shopkeeper, since no one else would wear a shopkeeper’s badge on their attire.

The shop’s door was wide open, and on the path outside, there was a throng of people, but these individuals didn’t seem to have uniform attire.

Some looked like futuristic warriors, while others were dressed like Taoists. The crowd seemed like they had just left a Halloween party that was still ongoing.

"Boss, is there a problem with the NPC outfits in this game, why do the clothes all seem off?"

"That’s the game’s feature," Fang Cheng replied calmly.

"Really?... No, isn’t this a bit too racy? Are you aiming to challenge the adult rating?"

Monkey approached with a puzzled look, closed his eyes after a glance, and said nervously, "It’s over, I’ve seen something unclean! Am I going to get an eye infection?"

Seeing Monkey’s reaction, Huang Ping felt an urgent need for education on youth issues.

But indeed, some NPC’s attire was rather inappropriate, and it would definitely need changing before release. He didn’t want to be made an example of, and then have Mr. Shen hang him out to dry.

Trying to step out, he encountered an invisible wall at the entrance; he couldn’t leave or see what lay beyond.

"I see," Huang Ping nodded. "An invisible wall means players can’t go out. So boss, is this a shop management simulator?"

Fang Cheng looked at Huang Ping, finding him particularly endearing.

Of course, it also had to do with his own gaming production skills becoming better lately, making it clear right away what type of game this was.

Yes.

This was a shop management simulator.