To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 874 - 480

Players were shouting themselves hoarse, their enthusiasm for the giant robots even more exaggerated than Chen Rang’s, which made Fang Cheng realize just how much these people truly adored giant robots.

Could it be me who’s out of touch?

But the practicality of that thing really doesn’t cut it.

The colossal robot slowly made its way towards the registration point. Its speed wasn’t fast, but its center of gravity was extremely stable.

The cumbersome body hardly trembled when nearly hit by a dump truck, and various obstacles couldn’t slow down its steady strides. It steadily entered the registration point and successfully inscribed its name.

When the Gundam pilot was done registering, the first successful name appeared before everyone’s eyes.

On the city square, the giant screen had switched sides, showing Dustfire with a lazy, sleepy grin, waving at the audience and igniting an even greater cheer.

"Dustfire, well done, you did fantastically!"

"Playing Mahjong and you bring out a Gundam, Dustfire boss, your stunt is amazing!"

"I don’t know how you did it, Dustfire, but please make sure to play Mahjong in the Gundam!"

"If possible, please create a female account and then play Mahjong in the Gundam. Just thinking about a Magical Girl piloting a Gundam gets me psyched!"

"You’re right, perhaps you’re a genius!"

Listening to the cheers that resembled a tsunami, Fang Cheng admitted he really didn’t get it.

What in the world are anime games?

With Dustfire’s stunt, the nature of the competition shifted.

You may proceed, but you must pull off a huge spectacle!

If your act isn’t grand enough, not to mention the other contestants, even we as the audience won’t let you through!

Everyone thought Dustfire was the pinnacle, but unexpectedly, there were more pros to come.

It was daytime, yet something in the sky above Metropolis seemed to twinkle.

A meteor-like entity, trailing a long flame, roared towards this place, the sturdy landing pod smashed into the ground, carved long furrows in the earth, and with that momentum, charged towards the registration point.

Had Fang Cheng not intervened, the registration point would have been destroyed, and that would’ve been the end of fun for everyone.

Alighting at the registration building’s entrance, the landing pod, still emitting black smoke, was kicked open from the inside, and a maid dressed in a black maid outfit dragged Qian Xiaohao out, tossing him over the line like luggage.

At this moment, Qian Xiaohao was hanging by a thread.

Falling from space was more terrifying than he had imagined, especially in the game pod; the sense of extreme weight was truly horrifying.

However, Cheng Tianhua’s training did come in handy, allowing him not to faint at this moment. Instead, he lifted his hand wearily and said, "This is the power of money!"

"Shouldn’t it be, ’This is one small step for me, but one giant leap for mankind’?" the maid quietly suggested.

"I changed my mind; that line would look better on my tombstone," Qian Xiaohao said, suppressing the urge to vomit.

Although Qian Xiaohao’s current state looked rather grim, the applause and cheers still broke out after witnessing this tough guy falling from the stratosphere, acknowledging the impresiveness of the stunt.

Two large-scale spectacles had the audience’s excitement reaching feverish heights.

After finding the right direction, the subsequent players’ performances were decent, but none provided the awe-inspiring stunts everyone yearned for.

Meanwhile, a portion of the players seemed to interpret this segment as a large-scale cosplay runway event. Without waiting for ambushers to make a move, the audience took it upon themselves to take care of these players.

After all, if the outfit isn’t flashy enough, it can’t ignite the atmosphere.

This situation persisted until the sixth hour.

When the newcomer arrived, Fang Cheng paused for a moment before saying, "Magic, with a hint of a sentient being. No wonder I didn’t sense it before."

Chen Rang sniffed around and approached, "What’s that, a new setting? Mr. Fang, you truly are a gaming genius, still coming up with new game ideas now?"

"No, well... It’s nothing major, never mind. I knew that sentient being wasn’t that easy to finish off. Is this one of his contingencies?"

"Mr. Fang, I don’t understand, can you explain it in detail?"

"No problem."

Looking at Fang Cheng’s indifferent face, Chen Rang felt that Fang Cheng was sometimes a bit naughty.

He shared some information related to the new game, and then refused to say anything else, obviously an expert at playing with people’s hearts, terribly naughty indeed.

Just as Chen Rang was scratching his ears and cheeks in frustration, the person who had caused everyone to hold their breath finally appeared.

Black mist shrouded the sky, and Pingping, enveloped in the black fog, rushed towards this place.

She didn’t touch the ground but moved at high speed in the air, her black gothic dress swaying relentlessly in the wind, her lantern pants beneath causing quite a stir among fans of Magical Girls.

"It’s a Magical Girl!"

"And a fallen one at that!"

"At this point, she’s not a Magical Girl anymore, but a villain lieutenant!"

"I’m all about that, just seeing her is enough for me!"

In full view of the public, Pingping emerged from the black mist, almost crying as she dashed toward the checkpoint, flying and wailing, "Don’t look at me, I didn’t know putting this on would do this! Don’t look at me!"

"So pitiful, but even cuter! Pingping, please, you must become my sister!"

"I said don’t look at me!"

The appearance of the black Magical Girl raised the spirits once more, the festive atmosphere spreading, leaving Fang Cheng clueless as to what exactly these people were up to.

It seemed that aside from playing mahjong, they had done everything else.

Glancing at Dustfire, Fang Cheng sensed a problem, but no matter, it was still within his control.

As the revelry spread, intense duels and various entertaining performances made these twelve hours a grand queue.

A large number of live streaming hosts smelled the scent of traffic and began broadcasting the game’s celebration from various angles.

Some players saw a business opportunity, delivering snacks and beverages, making the scene even livelier.

Watching the spectacle unfold before him, Fang Cheng himself hadn’t anticipated that a straightforward registration process would turn out like this.

Compared to this grand show, the outcome of the contest became secondary, the performances spontaneously organized by the players became the stars, allowing them to enjoy in advance.

Watching the fireworks burst forth, Fang Cheng couldn’t help but say, "I’ll never understand the second dimension."

However, seeing the players’ engrossed expressions, he felt it was pretty good.

Especially since Dustfire was in a good mood, which pleased him even more.

Even though things had turned out this way, the players were still obsessed with playing mahjong, proving that he really had mastered the essence of fun in the game, indeed capable of achieving enlightenment.

But with one hour left until the end, the formidable opponents he dreaded had yet to appear, so he couldn’t let his guard down.

When there was only half an hour left, the rivals he had been waiting for finally showed up.

The last half hour was the most intense.

Some players still hadn’t reached the registration point by the end, and as time pressed urgently, they completely lost their minds, with a large number of players charging recklessly inside, and the counterattack growing increasingly fierce.

The defense perimeter was shrinking, the last hundred meters turned into a massive battlefield, each step costing more than a dozen competitors.

The wild scene had the audience riveted, and amid this terrifying environment, a calm area unexpectedly emerged at the rear.

Four players staggered towards the registration point, a girl with braid pigtails, a lively tomboy, an ordinary young man, and a Magical Girl covered in wounds.

They looked extremely exhausted, but exuded the aura of the strong, a player who tried to ambush them frozen in place by the Magical Girl’s gaze before dissipating into blue smoke.

Turning her head to look ahead at the registration point, Hakurei Silver Dream suddenly felt tears welling up.

Mother...

We finally made it!