To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 561 - 326: Time to Gather Materials (Part 2)_2

Chapter 561: Chapter 326: Time to Gather Materials (Part 2)_2

His clothes could no longer withstand his now imposing frame, tearing piece by piece to reveal the strong, perfect, non-human body beneath.

The remaining Demonic Qi once again materialized, transforming into knives, spears, halberds, rings, hooks, silk of chaos, swords of heaven and earth, and beheading chains—eight types of weapons he held in his hands, one after the other.

Even the sides of his face underwent changes; two identical faces emerged from both sides, each sporting a sinister smile that showcased the joy of the moment.

Although he had not yet reached the level of an Immortal, it was enough to deal with the current situation.

After all, there were definitely fewer than a hundred thousand Cultivators in Immortal Village. With his current strength, he was more than capable. It was just a pity that the Demonic Qi had been depleted too much by those people; otherwise, he certainly could have broken through to the level of an Immortal, which would have made things even more secure.

Chuckling for quite a while, Happy Demon Master made his move.

With his arms crossed, he flew into his own bedroom and descended directly onto Immortal Village through it.

Like a god descending from the heavens, Happy Demon Master appeared with a bridge of bones before him and Demonic Qi soaring behind. His Qi enveloped much of the sky, and most of the village could see his supremely majestic figure.

Hovering mid-air, he noticed that right where he arrived, a group of people were performing a summoning ritual.

Upon seeing the sudden appearance of Happy Demon Master, the Cultivators were horrified and pointed at him in the sky, shouting, “Brothers, the story performance is starting here!”

“How dare you point at me and speak!”

With a light chuckle, the dozen or so players on the ground instantly exploded into dust and scattered in the wind.

Looking at the ashened Cultivators, Happy Demon Master felt an endless joy welling up inside him, uncontrollably closing his eyes.

It had been too long.

Too long since he had killed a Cultivator.

The joy of taking lives was so enthralling that it almost made his bones crumble to pieces.

Mortals were still needed to provide emotional sustenance, and killing them was like crushing an ant—without any pleasure.

Only by crushing these detestable Cultivators could he feel this supreme delight.

The thought that these Cultivators had families, that their cultivation might have taken years of hard work to achieve, and that he could make them into dust in the blink of an eye brought him an indescribable joy.

Destruction was the highest form of entertainment!

With a palm strike, the Taoist temple before him was reduced to ashes; the grand temple disappeared in smoke, and even the mountaintop was leveled by him.

This would become the graveyard of Immortal Village; the ashes of all the Cultivators would be collected here. He planned to use their remains to construct a new palace for himself, to declare to the world:

I, Happy Demon Master, am back!

It wasn’t long before the second batch of Cultivators arrived.

Looking at the Cultivators buzzing around like flies, the smile on Happy Demon Master’s face grew even more radiant.

“Come on, my little darlings! Make me even happier!”

Two days later…

“I’m sorry, I was wrong.”

Lying on the ground, Happy Demon Master was beaten into a pile of mud, vaguely retaining the shape of a person; his mouth was the only part still freely moving.

It was a good thing he was tough; after a bit of squeezing, one could make out that he once had a human form, which might not be the case for someone else.

His six additional arms had been torn off, and many players were taking photos next to his body. Some players, looking at Happy Demon Master at this time, commented, “It wasn’t satisfying enough.”

“Yeah, it’s rare to find a boss who can sing, dance, and play basketball. Too bad he couldn’t last for more rounds.”

“His AOE skills are too few.”

“He can’t sustain indefinitely, and there’s no setting to disengage from combat.”

“There is actually, but unfortunately, when he tried to run away, he was pulled right back.”

“True, but still too weak. Looking forward to Fang Cheng Studio’s planners bringing over a stronger boss next time.”

Taoist Chankong, looking at the current state of Happy Demon Master, didn’t inhale a single puff of the smoke from his pipe; it all went to Mother Nature.

The century-old nemesis of Immortal Village had actually fallen at this time, something he wouldn’t have dared to imagine in the past.

But looking around at the throng still rushing to desecrate the corpse, he couldn’t help but feel that this ending was only to be expected.

You might be able to conquer a small world on your own, but you cannot necessarily triumph over millions of Cultivators alone.

Furthermore, these Cultivators are armed to the teeth, and can resurrect swiftly after being killed. In any case, if it were Taoist Chankong, he lacked the confidence to confront these individuals.

The Happy Demon Master had already been beaten to the point of mental confusion, and couldn’t even utter harsh words anymore.

Although the situation appeared dire, Taoist Chankong knew that this guy was troublesome. Being defeated now didn’t mean he would stay down in the future. If not restricted, he would rise again.

But soon, he realized he had been worrying too much.

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Invisible mana descended from the heavens, seized the Happy Demon Master’s head, and at that moment, the Demon Lord’s will was completely destroyed, leaving nothing behind.

Realizing that the Heavenly Lord had intervened, Taoist Chankong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Putting down his smoking pipe, he bowed respectfully and murmured, “Many thanks to the Heavenly Lord.”

Inside the studio, Fang Cheng withdrew his hand.

The Happy Demon Master had finally met his retribution, and his anger dissipated as well.

Though the Happy Demon Master had been vanquished, his influence remained. The players needed to fight through numerous small worlds, rescuing those corrupted by the Happy Demon Master one by one.

A series of national wars awaited them, and the intense warfare would continue for a long time. However, these were no longer of any concern to him.

Stroking his chin, Fang Cheng started to ponder if there was something wrong with this world.

Why do I always encounter unforeseen events?

Or is it that my thoughts are misguided?

After contemplating for a long while, Fang Cheng felt he had reached a bottleneck, and it was time to seek some advice.

Opening the Bihu platform, which he hadn’t visited in a long time, Fang Cheng earnestly asked, “I feel like the games I’ve been making lately are not to my satisfaction, what should I do?”

Soon, someone came to answer.

“I think this question should be viewed dialectically. A game not turning out well is mostly due to not having a good chair. Here, I recommend the ETX Ergonomic Chair, this chair…]

Seeing that the first answer was just an advertisement, Fang Cheng felt that Bihu was even stranger than his game players.

Recognizing there was nothing of value here anymore, Fang Cheng directly went to the Game Inn and posed his question there.

The Game Inn was already trending toward diversification. While games were the main content, other sections were gradually opening up, attracting many interested people.

After all, this was always free, without any membership, and everyone was treated equally.

Moreover, the administrator Squirrel123 was quite dedicated, developing various small features each day, making operations more and more fluid here.

Advertisements were immediately banned as they surfaced, and the daily traffic was quite significant, making it a place where one could swiftly find answers to their queries.

From this, it was evident that those three squirrels were indeed doing a good job.

And when Fang Cheng posted his question, he soon received an answer.

“I recommend playing some good games to seek inspiration. Here, I endorse ‘Healer’ from Fang Cheng Studio, where I found my beloved.”]

“Chen Rang, get on your main account.”]

“I also recommend playing games from Fang Cheng Studio, starting with some of the basic ones.”]

“Agreed, you could try the recent ‘Work at Sunrise,’ which is currently doing national battles. It’s really enjoyable to play.”]

“Or ‘Princess Dungeon 2’ could also…”]

Reading through the comments, Fang Cheng felt this place wasn’t right either.

But a few suggestions still sparked his interest.

“If you feel you can’t make the game you want to, it might be because your foundation isn’t strong enough. How about trying some exciting real-life activities for inspiration?”]

“Indeed, and with the development of virtual reality technology going well, you could try finding inspiration there.”]

Having read through the responses, Fang Cheng thought they made sense.

It was time to gather some materials.