To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 822 - 454 What are you thinking?_2

Two days later.

The deputy team leader appeared at the doorway and, seeing the team leader with bloodshot eyes mumbling to the screen, cautiously asked, "Team leader, you’ve been doing very little work these past couple of days. Do you have any idea why that might be?"

"Don’t disturb me, my automatic bun machine is almost complete. I can make buns at half the system’s cost, and the flavors can be mixed and matched at will. The bun shop next door actually thinks it can compete with me? I’ll show them who’s the King, who’s the God of Bun Shops. In front of me, they are just lose, lose, lose, lose, lose!"

Observing the team leader’s fierce expression and fully awakened "middle-school second year" soul, the deputy team leader realized that men indeed remain boys till death.

Hopeless.

As the game spread like a virus within the audit team, the speed of game approvals began to slow down. Unfavorable rumors started emerging and spread rapidly.

Some said that the audit team had discovered so many racy games that they were now malnourished and unable to work.

Others believed it was because a game developer’s game had been rejected more than a dozen times, leading the despairing individual to rage-quit and metaphorically "kill off" every member of the audit team. Disturbingly, the bloody office still lit up every day with ghostly figures busily working at computers, apparently continuing to audit an endless stream of games.

Still others claimed that they’d found an extremely fun game, were so immersed that they’d forgotten all their duties.

Rumors flew in every direction, and game manufacturers began to grow uneasy, fearing yet another capricious twist of fate.

At Fang Cheng Studio, Wang Xiaoying was also somewhat puzzled.

According to their previous arrangement, games from Fang Cheng Studio had priority in the auditing process and usually got approved upon submission.

The current situation couldn’t be a failure in approval because if that were the case, the audit team would provide a rectification notice detailing the game’s non-compliance, and one would simply correct the issues as directed by the notice.

But now, after several days without any messages, Wang Xiaoying had no clue what was happening inside.

As the scheduled release date approached, she had no choice but to find Fang Cheng and said, "Boss, should we give Mr. Shen a call? The game has been submitted for review for several days now."

"Indeed," Fang Cheng nodded, "It has been quite some time for Mr. Shen and his team."

Fang Cheng prepared his gifts and headed to the audit team’s office.

Before going, he had ordered lunch in advance, arranged for housekeeping services, and called the teachers’ spouses before finally entering the audit team’s office.

As soon as he opened the door, a strong smell hit him.

Dozens of Han Dynasty workers huddled in front of their computers, their faces gaunt, not looking much better than internet-addicted teens.

The room was eerily silent, save for the occasional keyboard taps and mouse clicks.

The teachers sat at their desks like zombies, fixated on the screens, completely unaware of Fang Cheng’s entrance.

Silently, he drew the curtains open, and a small group member by the window, bathed in sunlight, let out a vampire-like wail.

After opening the windows, Mr. Shen turned his head and, seeing Fang Cheng, asked with confusion, "Fang Cheng, what are you doing here? Wasn’t the game just submitted for review?"

"No need to talk, Mr. Shen, I’m already prepared."

Housekeeping staff arrived shortly after and frowned upon seeing the condition of the place. The team leader received unfriendly looks.

Could this be a pyramid scheme or a scam hideout?

Just as they were about to call the police, Fang Cheng took out the proof of documentation from the team leader’s desk. After confirming everything was in order, the cleaning staff began to tidy up.

Tons of household trash were removed, air fresheners made the atmosphere somewhat natural again, and some of the teachers, still not fully registering what was happening, were ordered to stand up and had their faces vigorously wiped with hot towels by the cleaning staff.

This service was free of charge, solely because these people were too dirty.

Afterward, a light vegetable porridge was brought in. The long-missed aroma of food made them finally feel hungry, and the Spirit Grass mixed into the porridge restored their strength, motivating them to grind even harder.

Watching everyone finish eating, Fang Cheng sighed, feeling that Mr. Shen and his team were perhaps too susceptible to addiction.

Looking at the uncomfortable Mr. Shen, Fang Cheng said helplessly, "Mr. Shen..."

"I was really working..." Mr. Shen said weakly.

"Lie to yourself if you must, but don’t lie to me. I’ve contacted your guardians; they’ll be arriving shortly."

Mr. Shen hadn’t grasped who the guardians were when Fang Cheng pointed to "Please Come In, Guest" on the screen and asked, "Is the game ready?"

"Yes!" Mr. Shen immediately replied with excitement, "The game quality is exceptional, the massive game content and dense feedback are addicting. I believe any simulation management enthusiast would not miss this game. I especially recommend the hair growth potion route; different types of hair growth potions can let you..."

"No, what I meant was, has it passed the audit?"

Mr. Shen gave an awkward smile and then said, "Passed, the game’s quality is indeed good, I will send you the license later. By the way, you just mentioned my guardian, who might that be?"

"Five." Fang Cheng held up five fingers.

"Five?"

"Four." Fang Cheng put down one finger.

"What does that mean?"

"Three."

"Fang Cheng, I’ve been good to you, tell me what it is!"

"Two."

"What on earth is it!"

"Here it comes."

As the door was pushed open, Mr. Shen saw his wife appear at the doorway and immediately recalled the fear he felt as a child when he would skip school to play games.

The merging image of his wife with that of his mother gave Mr. Shen a sudden feeling that it was the end of the world.

"Fang Cheng!"

"Please sign this before you go, thanks."

Watching Mr. Shen being taken away by his wife, other wives started scolding their husbands for not coming home these past days.

Almost everyone was forcefully taken home for rest, and Fang Cheng, looking at the empty office, felt that the situation was a bit ominous.

Who’s going to review the games?

After some thought, Fang Cheng remembered that he actually had audit qualifications as well.

After all, he was one of the founders of the team, bearing the honorary title of group leader, and had the right to review if necessary.

However, auditing alone was a bit troublesome, so he sealed the office door and then clapped his hands. The entire office space expanded infinitely, large enough to accommodate hundreds of gods coming here.

Tian Xuan was called in, followed by the multitude of gods from the Heavenly Tao network, all who owed him quite some debts, and now it was time to repay them.

After saluting Fang Cheng respectfully, the God of Balance felt the circumstances here incredibly unbelievable.

This place had been turned into a Divine Realm, the space appearing to stretch into infinity, leaving him with no idea where the ends of this world were.

Putting away his astonishment, he looked at Fang Cheng and said, "Great Heavenly Lord, may I ask what are your orders?"

"Review these games, then see if there’s anything wrong with them. The review standards are over here; you can use them as a reference. Oh, and to properly review the games, it’s best to play each one."

"Wouldn’t that be a bit too simple?" the God of Balance asked doubtfully.

Glancing at the God of Balance, Fang Cheng felt him to be a bit naive.

For these gods who, apart from musical talent, possessed no sort of creative power, human creativity was something to be feared.

As for gamers, the depth of their imagination was sky-high, any idea could be turned into a game by them.

As to whether the games are fun, or if they would make a god lose their sanity after playing, that was another matter.

After distributing the games to the gods, Fang Cheng took the notification of approved reviews and went back to prepare for the game’s release.

Meanwhile, the gods read through the review standards carefully, feeling that the task given by the Great Heavenly Lord was a bit too simple.

But only when they actually started playing did they realize that this was hell.

Why would someone make a toilet the protagonist, and what on earth is the weapon supposed to be?

Why would anyone think it’s fun to let players die a hundred times?

Why would anyone find it interesting to date an eight-billion-year-old granny?

What are you all thinking!