To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 569 - 330: Friends from the Past (Part 3)_1

Chapter 569: Chapter 330: Friends from the Past (Part 3)_1

Early in the morning, Huang Ping woke up and started to daydream.

Counting on his fingers, he realized he still had twenty-four days of vacation left unspent, which reminded him of his days in military training.

Now, he finally understood how players felt while eagerly waiting for a game to be released—the agony of being kept in suspense was truly unbearable.

“Sigh, I really want to go to work,” Huang Ping sighed.

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When his girlfriend heard this, she was caught off guard and smeared her lipstick.

Wiping the mark from the corner of her mouth, she glanced at Huang Ping and felt that her boyfriend might be a bit too melodramatic.

But this was better than the zombie-like existence he led working at Tianyi every day.

After giving Huang Ping a kiss on the cheek, she got ready to leave and said, “Don’t think too much, get some more sleep.”

“Mm.”

“Cook your own meals. If you’re not busy, try out those games you bought but never had time to play before, don’t worry about me.”

“Mm.”

“Okay, cheer up, I’m off.”

Watching his girlfriend leave with breezy confidence, Huang Ping sighed again.

He really wanted to go to work.

But when he thought about how Xiao Douzi and Monkey also couldn’t go to work, he felt a little better—after all, it wasn’t just him who was unlucky.

Thinking it over, he felt his girlfriend had a point—it was time to clear out some games.

“Limit World” was fun to play, but as a game designer, he couldn’t just stick to one game. He needed to play through all the major studio games to be well-rounded.

Thanks to the popularity of “Limit World,” the market was flooded with extreme sports games, most of which were shoddy imitations with less than half the content of “Limit World.”

However, some had their unique traits; for instance, “Skateboard Kid” took skateboarding to the extreme and was quite smooth to play.

As he played, he turned on his favorite live streaming platform to casually listen to gaming-related content.

Although he didn’t always catch what they were talking about, it served as background noise, so he wouldn’t feel too lonely.

While listening, he suddenly heard an old man’s impassioned voice rise: “Games do great harm! Especially those from Fang Cheng Studio—they are utterly corrupting. All kinds of demons and ghosts, fighting and killing, stealing chickens and dogs, they’ve got it all!”

Upon hearing this voice, Huang Ping didn’t even need to look at his screen to know who it was.

The Monk Without Heart was ranting again.

Lowering his gaze, he saw a young monk with clear features fervently preaching in the live chat: “Games harm people. If you kill someone in a game, it’s as if you’ve killed them in real life. Don’t disbelieve, this is murderous intent. Once murderous intent arises, you’ve broken the precept against killing, and you will go to hell. What hell do gamers go to? The twentieth level of hell!”

“You ask me, isn’t there only eighteen levels of hell? That was in the past! Because there were too many sinners, Lord Yama used a bulldozer to dig out three more levels. The nineteenth level is the nuclear bomb hell, where Einstein is, suffering from daily nuclear blasts—utterly agonizing.”

Huang Ping could no longer hold back his laughter at this.

You’re really keeping up with the times, huh?

The mere thought of Lord Yama operating a bulldozer was enough to make him smile.

And what is this nuclear bomb hell anyway? Is my hydrogen bomb just not prestigious enough?

As absurd as it sounded, he had to admit these words were attractive, at least he was hooked.

Glancing at the viewer count in the live chat, Huang Ping noticed there were quite a few people watching, and most were there for the entertainment.

These viewers played along convincingly, each one echoing the Monk Without Heart, constantly sending flowers and contributing to the atmosphere of the live chat.

After taking a sip of water, the Monk Without Heart continued: “The twentieth level is the Game Hell. What’s in there? All the games you’ve played!”

“Sounds not too bad,” Huang Ping muttered to himself.

“Do you think it’s not so bad? You’re wrong!”

Slamming the table forcefully, the Monk Without Heart went on, “Your game characters are there too! Every single minion you’ve killed, every boss, every small animal—they’re all there! You have to get forgiveness from each of them before you can enter heaven!”

“Did he just mention heaven?” Huang Ping wondered aloud, “Is this guy really a monk?”

The Monk Without Heart continued to splutter enthusiastically, “Do you think that’s easy? It’s not! Think about it. How many times did you kill The Big Pineapple to farm a good item? How many Musketeers did you sacrifice for a victorious battle? And think about it, how many creeps have you last hit or denied in Dota? That’s so many people! Such sin! Not to mention when you played Star, sending planets one by one, subjecting your own faction to a 95% tax rate, blowing up your own planets just to sustain approval ratings—you’re a war criminal!”

At this, Huang Ping looked at the zealous Monk Without Heart on the screen and realized the guy seemed to know a lot about games.

You must have played quite a bit yourself, huh?

After his outburst, the Monk Without Heart finally calmed down a bit, “But that’s not the worst part. The most miserable is the twenty-first level of hell. Who is imprisoned there? Every game developer! Some people are still alive, but their souls have already been sent there, tortured every day! I had a dream last night where I descended into hell and saw Huang Ping from Fang Cheng Studio there, working overtime and crying miserably.”