To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 889 - 488: New Job Opportunity

"I’m sorry, but this game has to be taken off the shelves."

Upon seeing the announcement released by the Living Immortal, sorrow was rampant in the related discussion areas of Game Inn.

The reason for its removal was unspecified; there was no mention of the possibility of its return, nor was there any talk of needing revisions, leaving people feeling as if the game had touched upon some Cthulhu-esque mystery, utterly confounded as to why this was happening.

Some claimed the game actually concealed some exceedingly good loot, which the Living Immortal had hidden well, escaping notice during the review process.

But later someone discovered it, enjoyed their fill, then turned around and reported it, and everyone found themselves in a tragic predicament.

Others speculated that all the AIs in the game were actual humans wearing motion capture suits, acting behind screens, and that players were lured into a horrifying trap.

Various rumors flourished, and the players in North America, who are naturally fond of conspiracy theories, even brought aliens into the discussion.

Reading these players’ comments, Fang Cheng discovered that whilst he wouldn’t dare vouch for their other qualities, their imaginations were outstandingly wild, guessing at some truths.

Frankly, Fang Cheng didn’t wish for this either.

He had nurtured his Dustfire painstakingly; it was pure without a hint of impurity, strikingly pink and girlish, perfectly suitable for his own ascension.

Looking at the beautiful Dustfire, Fang Cheng had already planned out his afterlife, with every arrangement in place, ready for ascension.

He had even started discussing post-ascension plans with the Zhiyi Heavenly Lord, who wept copiously and clung to Fang Cheng’s sleeve, refusing to let go.

However, before undertaking this grand endeavor, he was suddenly struck by a whim to conduct a divination for himself.

Normally such whims led to good outcomes, but today, it gave him an uneasy feeling.

After divining for himself, he stared at the divination’s outcome, utterly speechless.

Someone was about to succumb to demonic ways.

And the number was quite significant.

The divination suggested that nearly every individual who had split from Guixian’s being would fall to demonic ways; a single misstep could lead to a million Demon Lords emerging, especially the peculiar types associated with Guixian.

Left with no choice, he could only remove the game from circulation and begin the process of recalling each split-off individual. Then, he planned to place them all in a specific world, sealing it off from the outside.

As Zhiyi Heavenly Lord arrived in response to the news and peered through the bubble-like barrier of the world, he was astonished seeing the hundreds of thousands of split entities, rendered speechless.

They looked like a motley crew, some even resembling Ultraman or Godzilla, causing Zhiyi Heavenly Lord to doubt his own eyes.

Looking at Fang Cheng quizzically, he whispered, "Great Heavenly Lord, if I recall correctly, you were working on a love game, weren’t you?"

"Mhm," muttered Fang Cheng, pinching his chin and staring at the split entities within the smaller world.

"So I’m curious, who would develop romantic feelings for these things?"

Fang Cheng glanced in the direction Zhiyi Heavenly Lord pointed and said casually, "Female ghosts, I suppose; there are quite a few who fancy them."

"And that one there? It looks like a fox that hasn’t completely transformed! I know scholars of old had their wild tastes, but why are people’s tastes even wilder now?"

"Respect others’ preferences," Fang Cheng replied.

"At least their preferences should be normal!"

Sighing, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord realized how out of touch he had become—these modern ideas were beyond his comprehension.

After voicing his complaints, he continued to observe the split entities gathered by Fang Cheng, increasingly shocked.

These entities were brimming with desire, each one recklessly pursuing their own cravings, natural seeds for becoming Demon Lords.

And they were Guixian Demon Lords, at that!

Moreover, there were millions of them!

If left unchecked, a million Demon Lords could devour this world, leaving nothing behind.

Even Zhiyi Heavenly Lord couldn’t imagine what might unfold.

Drawing a sharp breath, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord asked the split entities, "Great Heavenly Lord, what’s going on here?"

"Don’t speak; I’m analyzing."

Standing before the small world prepared for the split entities, Fang Cheng quietly analyzed each entity’s emotions, pondering the reasons behind their potential descent into madness.

While Fang Cheng examined these reasons, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord began to feel a sense of ennui.

The Great Heavenly Lord was highly capable, and the methods he employed were beyond Zhiyi’s understanding, often making him feel redundant.

Idly loitering nearby, the bored Zhiyi Heavenly Lord noticed that besides the split entities, Fang Cheng had brought back something else.

A dog made of bones cowered to one side, fearfully watching Fang Cheng, whimpering from time to time in evident dread.

Although the creature feared Fang Cheng, it appeared unafraid of Zhiyi Heavenly Lord.

Noticing Zhiyi’s gaze, it barked fiercely at him twice but quickly resumed its whimpers under Fang Cheng’s displeased look.

Taking in the sight of this strange entity, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord felt it momentarily before exclaiming in surprise, "What is this thing? Not alive nor dead, both existent and non-existent; it’s impossible to understand what it is."

"Mhm, you’re right. This thing is an experiment by the Dream Demon Sovereign, a fusion of Heavenly Lord and Demon Lord. Be careful, its strength is slightly greater than yours."

Zhiyi Heavenly Lord looked at Fang Cheng speechlessly.

He knew Fang Cheng wouldn’t lie or joke.

If he said this skeletal dog was stronger than him, then it truly was.