To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 839 - 463 Too Immoral_2
Merlin looked at Xiemen Waidao mockingly, "Speaking of which, I’m afraid that rule won’t work around here, given the harsh conditions and how much people despise your management. It’s really too hard to find any sort of joy."
"Indeed," Xiemen Waidao nodded in agreement.
Merlin waved the documents in his hand, "Alright, I’m off to carry out my mission. Although I don’t like it here much, the management is better than in most places. I will complete the task you’ve given me, goodbye."
After leaving Xiemen Waidao’s office, Merlin began his journey.
Before traveling, he had collected his supplies from Wang.
He had diapers that could purify water, hearing aids that could communicate across worlds, and an educational platform to set up broadcast stations in different locations.
These items, although odd, were still quite useful.
The rate of time flow was inconsistent across different worlds, and the circumstances varied as well.
He wandered through dark worlds where not a single ray of sunlight could be seen, yet he always felt watched.
The dark world seemed to be under eternal surveillance by an unknown party, who merely observed without any desire to participate in his actions.
Some worlds appeared to maintain their previous states, but upon closer inspection, everything was in reverse.
Waterfall waters ran upward, yellowed leaves returned to their branches, parted lovers once again embraced each other before turning into strangers.
As the only anomaly here, Merlin stayed for a long time, long enough to realize that this place couldn’t impact him, unable to bring back his wife and child, and thus he reluctantly left for the next world.
Apart from what was missing, many of the tiny worlds here also had mirrored versions, where some places seemed to be copied with mirrors, casting repeated shadows everywhere.
Identical skyscrapers appeared on the same street, identical gatekeepers dozed off in front of factories, they all did the exact same things, creating an indescribable sense of eeriness.
He met some people, made some enemies. A terrifying Half Orc with the ability to cross worlds pursued him across hundreds of little worlds and was ultimately dealt with the help of some players.
His footsteps covered most of Heaven-Opening Blocks’ tiny worlds, seen by the majority of players, making him a legend on the gaming forums.
Tales about Merlin abounded, with some saying he was a devoted player from Fang Cheng Studio who, after an unfortunate death, was commemorated by the studio with a legendary NPC identity.
Others speculated he was a core producer from Fang Cheng Studio, originally meant to be an Easter egg but somehow his story spread.
Legends are absurd like that, but when it comes to Fang Cheng Studio, everything seems justified.
After all, the studio was truly magical and great.
And after nearly half a month of trials, Merlin finally returned to Xiemen Waidao’s territory.
His journey was fruitful; not only had he made contact with numerous players, but he also met and brought several significant figures back with him.
Among them were three New Celestial Honors. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶
Because of their Cultivation Techniques, they appeared to be around fifteen years old, though their true ages were staggeringly high.
As shadows fell, they reacted instantly, employing their skills in an attempt to save most beings, but not all could be saved.
Because saving others required a lot of Mana, they had nearly depleted their powers.
Now, they could be described as strong in words only, the rest of them weak.
Even without most of their Mana, the New Celestial Honors remained stubborn, uttering not a single kind word.
Confronted with their savior Merlin, managing to say "thank you" was already a stretch for them, with one even spouting the insane comment, "You’re so weak; who asked you to save me?"
Although this translated to "You should prioritize staying alive; it’s unnecessary to save someone like me," they really couldn’t speak properly.
Returning to Xiemen Waidao’s stronghold, a strikingly beautiful female Heavenly Lord scoffed, disdain evident through her nostrils.
"Merlin, this is the stronghold you spoke of? It’s really nothing special. (To establish such a place in such a dangerous environment, you’ve done well indeed)," she said.
Another Celestial Honor, resembling an exiled immortal, also showed dissatisfaction, coldly stating, "To think there is such a feeble place, it’s truly contemptible. I cannot stay here for long! (We’ve actually let this world fall into such a state, it’s utterly shameful. Afterward, I will do my utmost to completely reconstruct this place.)"
The third New Celestial Honor was a little boy.
Though he looked the youngest, his strength had previously been the strongest.
At this moment, he crossed his arms and let out a cold huff.
"Hmph! (Both of you are right!)"
Merlin, while listening to the three’s criticisms, translated the New Celestial Honor’s words in his mind.
At the same time, he was internally making his own snide remarks.
Communicating with the New Celestial Honor was truly exhausting!
The New Celestial Honor’s words were practically a language of their own, and to understand what they were saying, he had to translate it in his mind, or else he felt like he would explode in anger.
No wonder the New Celestial Honor hardly made public appearances. If he had known they were like this, he would have rebelled long ago.
Containing his irritation, he led the three to Xiemen Waidao’s office.
He asked the three New Celestial Honors to wait for a moment and went inside first.
Upon seeing the familiar face of Xiemen Waidao, Merlin was filled with emotion.
For Xiemen Waidao, it had only been a week since they last met.
But for Merlin, it had been decades.
The chaotic timeline had him living through a lengthy life, yet his immortality also enabled him to maintain his body at its peak.
The enhancement of his mental acuity and experiences had led him to understand many previously puzzling issues and to realize that the ideas of Xiemen Waidao, which he had been resisting, were correct.
In this chaotic and disordered New World, ethics and morals were the least important elements.
To survive, they had to cast away most of their humanity, lowering their moral standards to make it through this perilous winter.
After all, only by surviving can you criticize, reflect, feel pain, and be bewildered.
The dead just leave behind a gravestone.
Looking at Xiemen Waidao in front of him with mixed feelings, Merlin was about to share his insights when he heard Xiemen Waidao say, "Merlin, your return is timely. We’ve implanted suggestions into every ’zombie’ to keep them permanently happy. However, this feature seems flawed, as the currency we receive is considered counterfeit. What do you think is the reason?"
"Because you lot are just too immoral!" Merlin couldn’t help but yell.
He had expected that Xiemen Waidao and Liuzi would improve the living conditions of the inhabitants, but they had instead continued down this crooked path, making Merlin feel that these people were truly terrifying.
"But isn’t the essence of happiness just the secretion of dopamine? What we’re doing isn’t wrong, is it? Or have we always misunderstood the true nature of happiness?"
Looking at Xiemen Waidao, who was seriously contemplating the shortcomings of their plan, Merlin thought that even after death, hell would refuse to take him and heaven wouldn’t want him, leaving him to forever wander as a lonely ghost.
But it’s likely that even as a lonely ghost, he would still find a way to entertain himself.
Just then, Merlin suddenly noticed another person nearby.
The individual was strikingly handsome but, for some reason, had such a low presence that Merlin almost couldn’t see him upon entering.
Looking at him, Merlin paused for a moment, then asked, "And who might this be?"
"A new player who’s joined us, Fang Cheng EX. We’re on great terms, and this is a perfect opportunity for you to get acquainted."
Looking at Fang Cheng EX, Merlin felt that he wasn’t really there to discuss the matter at hand.
