To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 873 - 480: Countable Arrival

In the first hour alone, several hundred players perished, and the current battle has moved to the hospital. Interested players can click on the link below the forum and then see the live broadcast inside the hospital. I can’t guarantee what you’ll find in the live stream, but personally, I think it’s about as exciting as the competition itself.

Most competitors are using gaming pods because they allow for more dodging maneuvers, which gives the players a bit more freedom to escape. Boss Gao from Kirin Industry must be over the moon. I checked Kirin Industry’s stock price, and it has already hit the ceiling within just an hour. I estimate there’ll be three more ceilings. This tidal wave of wealth is truly unstoppable.

Fang Cheng: Move aside, all of you boring RMB, I make games purely for fun, I don’t like money.

Mr. Fang might actually say something like that, I have a real eye for people, I knew straight away Mr. Fang didn’t like money. He likes me.

You’re off your rocker.

When the first contestant was killed by a dump truck, the nature of this competition changed. Just kill all the players, and I’m the champion!

I really want to know, the competition states that if part of your body crosses the line, you’re considered successfully registered, so what if I send some of my blood over there?

After a player dies, the corpse automatically disappears within ten seconds and reappears at the hospital. If you can get your body over the line in those ten seconds, that works, but now the area near the registration point is tightly surrounded, basically impenetrable.

Fight well, I want to see rivers of blood! Kill them all!

The ear-piercing sounds of collisions happen nearly every few seconds, and aerial bombardments are a common sight here; the area near the registration point has become a war zone.

If military weaponry was available in the game, no one doubts that contestants would bombard this place countless times.

The military spirit of the Huaxia people is fully displayed here; even in mahjong, we have to fight it out before we play.

The NPCs in the game are all aware that the registration point is off-limits, they can only watch the situation through the broadcast while marveling that the envoys of the Great Heavenly Lord really respect our traditions.

"Wow, thrilling. One contestant has taken the lead using Dump Truck Iaijutsu, while another chooses to unleash their ultimate skill at close range, we can see a mushroom cloud slowly rising, I’d give this mutual destruction a ten out of ten," Chen Rang said excitedly from the VIP seats. "Mr. Fang, what’s your take on this showdown?"

"Is this still mahjong?" Fang Cheng asked.

"That’s a great question, I’ve also consulted people on the forum, and they unanimously agreed that this is how mahjong should be played, it can only be played this way. What era are we in now, who still plays traditional mahjong? Plus, many players mentioned that they can’t understand or follow mahjong, but rivers of blood they can somewhat get."

"...As long as you’re happy."

Although it felt like the nature of the game had changed, Fang Cheng looked at the Dustfire in his hand and found it was still okay.

There seems to be a bit of a problem with the current appearances, but the backbone of the game will always be the silent majority; most players are still playing mahjong seriously.

So while it may seem a bit off, it’s still under control.

Quietly sipping his tea, Fang Cheng looked out into the distance, feeling that things should be wrapping up now. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

The current state of the players still falls within his scope; there’s no need to be overly anxious.

But as he was drinking his tea, he felt the ground shaking, something was approaching, each step causing the ground to tremble.

"What’s that!"

Chen Rang’s exclamation drew Fang Cheng’s attention; he turned his head and saw a massive figure appearing in the distance, looming like a ten-story building coming their way.

It looked like a roughly made robot, and one that had just been assembled at that.

The giant robot was without a casing, with its many wires and gears exposed.

The joints were still rough with burrs, but this raw, unsophisticated robot carried a bold, unwieldy beauty, giving a more direct impression of the immense power held within.

After another sip of tea, Fang Cheng looked at this thing and asked, "What is this?"

"Mr. Fang, this is your game," Chen Rang couldn’t help but say, "Your game, don’t you know how many Easter eggs you’ve stuffed into it?"

"I really have no clue," Fang Cheng said calmly, "And this thing isn’t scientific, why make it humanoid?"

"The humanoid is the romance of robots! Every guy dreams of launching in a Gundam form! I truly didn’t expect to see a Gundam in a mahjong game; Mr. Fang, you really get it! Next time, please release a Gundam skin, I want to see my Mukuai wearing it and playing mahjong with me."

Watching the excited Chen Rang, Fang Cheng realized something might be wrong with him.

But looking at the other players in different spots, Fang Cheng realized it wasn’t Chen Rang who had the problem.

The moment the giant robot appeared, players in the stands erupted with cheers that sounded like an avalanche, countless skills were unleashed, not targeting anything in particular but serving as atmosphere enhancers, filling the air with a celebratory spirit.