To ascend, I had no choice but to create games - Chapter 65
Chapter 65: Chapter 65 He Did It_l
“Oh, no worries, I guessed you guys probably lost track of time playing games just remember to tell me in advance next time,”
“Taking leave is one thing, but shifting work around is unheard of. Don’t bother thinking about it, fake crying won’t help.”
After hanging up, Xu Qingling sighed.
If women are said to be made of water, then men must be made of games spending every day either playing or creating them.
Putting down her phone, Xu Qingling looked at the small kitten snoring beside her and a gentle smile appeared on her face.
Gently rubbing the face of the calico kitten, she whispered, “Grow up quickly and learn to do a backflip soon.”
At this moment, the person Xu Qingling most wanted to invite from her family was brewing Chinese medicine.
The Chinese medicine Fang Cheng intended to brew was a bit complicated, requiring the extraction of the essence from the Spirit Grass and the slow ’ refinement of impurities using Samadhi True Fire, a process that would take forty-nine days to succeed.
However, in the universe beyond the black hole, accelerating time and space was quite easy; with a slight tweak to the hands of time, a batch of Chinese medicine was completed.
Concentrating the health-boosting Chinese medicine into pills, Fang Cheng sent the pills to his parents, and then stayed on Spirit Grass Planet, taking the opportunity to observe the base on this satellite.
While he was working on “The Nameless,” he took the chance to observe the events that had occurred over the past thousand years, trying to understand what had happened during this millennium.
Even if he couldn’t understand the causes and consequences, it was essential to figure out where all the gods and Buddhas had gone.
He had thought it would be an easy task, but the result was somewhat surprising.
Gone.
Not just the traces from the past thousand years, but even the signs of immortals from a millennium ago had vanished without a trace.
All information in the main universe had been erased by some immense Divine Skill, without even a word left behind.
Such a vast Divine Skill definitely could not be executed by a single immortal or uddha; it was the result of the combined efforts of all the great powers of the main universe.
The fact that all of those beings had united indicated that an even more terrifying existence had emerged, forcing them to create this unstable universe and flee here to hide.
Concerned about the reason for their hiding, Fang Cheng had come here before the results of his “The Nameless” were out, releasing his Divine Sense to slowly and carefully search the planets here for useful clues.
It would be a very lengthy task, but the planets he searched could be used as a database for himself, serving as original resources for making his games, so it wasn’t a waste of time.
After quietly searching for three days, he was awakened by his biological clock aware that another Monday had arrived.
He flicked his clothes; the cosmic radiation dust accumulated on him was swept away, and in the next second, he appeared outside his studio.
As he stepped into the studio, he saw Xu Qingling stand up and walk toward him.
While he was watering the Spirit Grass, Xu Qingling picked up her phone and showed him a photo, saying, “Boss, look, this is my cat.”
The sleeping kitten was only one month old, with white, black, and yellow fur covering its body and a small, rather adorable appearance.
After looking carefully for a while, Fang Cheng sensed some spirituality in the Some animals possess spirituality, and the stronger it is, the more perceptive the animal is. They could possibly stumble upon some cultivation methods by chance and become spirits.
However, the spirituality of this calico kitten was a bit subtle, precisely at the cusp between becoming a spirit and not; further observation was needed.
So he handed back the phone to Xu Qingling, “Pretty good, show me more when you have the chance.”
“Sure thing!”
Xu Qingling excitedly returned to her seat, feeling assured about her choice back then.
The boss was indeed a cat person!
It wasn’t long before Huang Ping, Xiao Douzi, and Monkey walked into the company, yawning as they entered.
After sitting down, the three of them updated the content of “Quiet Cultivation,” making some adjustments for balance and replying to some emails; then they began scratching their heads like three monkeys. It was not until noon that the three of them cheered and then gathered around Monkey’s computer, immediately embarking on the journey of “The Nameless.”
Seeing how much the three of them enjoyed the game, Fang Cheng felt immensely gratified.
Sitting behind them, Fang Cheng saw that the progress in the game was good; the group had reached the central part of Tubo and was only a thousand miles away from Chang’an.
The smoothness of the journey made the trio very happy, but it wasn’t long before this happiness vanished, replaced by gravity.
Meat Bun had fallen ill.
Initially, it was just a fever, but it quickly turned into a chill throughout his body, followed by vomiting and diarrhea.
Meat Bun, who used to be slightly chubby, soon became gaunt and pale.
His original scout duties were handed over to the other four members, and he himself became a burden to the squad, significantly slowing down their progress.
Worse still, Meat Bun’s illness was very troublesome.
After consulting the information, Huang Ping and the other two discovered that it was some kind of parasitic infection, which required a long period of convalescence in a certain place to treat.
They had no choice but to call over the Han village chief after reaching the next village, give him some silver coins, and leave the unconscious Meat Bun behind.
Thinking back to the beginning of the game, Huang Ping felt it was a cycle of rebirth; perhaps Meat Bun would also become a guide for some child, telling him the location of the Protectorate of Anxi and leading him there.
Afterward, he would set off again on the journey to Chang’an.
The flame of humanity never dies, it passes from one to another, and so it goes.
Eight hundred miles from Chang’an, another incident occurred.
The closer they got to Chang’an, the more active the Tubo cavalry became.
The Tang Dynasty had begun to weaken, but its foundation remained.
The Tubo cavalry converged from all directions, relentlessly plundering the
Tang Dynasty’s wealth, people, and food, greedily devouring its flesh like hyenas.
Without a scout, they had to proceed with great caution, avoiding combat whenever possible.
However, if they encountered less than three cavalrymen, they would still take immediate action, shooting the adversaries and seizing their horses before galloping away.
Such a formidable squad naturally attracted the attention of the Tubo and a siege circle quickly formed; by the time they realized it, they were already trapped within layers of encirclement.
To break through, the Squad Leader sacrificed himself valiantly, and Skinny was hit with three arrows in the back, suffering from the lingering wounds.
Finally, one morning, Skinny left the squad, not wanting to be a burden anymore, and vanished into the Gobi Desert.
Four hundred miles from Chang’an, Monkey and Mr. Fang were discovered by
Tubo soldiers; Mr. Fang immediately threw Monkey on the warhorse, drew his spear to face the enemy alone, and died with seventeen spears in his body never falling.
The remaining four hundred miles were completed alone by the protagonist.
And it was those four hundred miles that took him a year and a half to traverse.
He had been sick, he had been wounded, and after a snake bit his left leg, he even amputated his own leg, then limped towards Chang’an with the help of crutches, step by step.
When he finally entered the gates of the Tang Dynasty, in response to the city gate soldiers’ inquiry, Monkey couldn’t help crying out, “I am a messenger from the Protectorate of Anxi, we’re still there, that place is still holding on!” Watching the soldiers’ faces go from skepticism, to shock, to tears of joy Monkey also couldn’t help but cry.
At that moment, he was The Nameless, he had traveled seven thousand miles to deliver their message to the Tang Dynasty.
He had done it!
