To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Chapter 312: 199 Strange Alarm Clock (Second Update)_1

Chapter 312: Chapter 199 Strange Alarm Clock (Second Update)_1

Unlike the gods who are born from the collective will of humanity, Tian Xuan is a naturally born Little Heavenly Way. Although both are part of the localized Heavenly Tao, her actions tend towards the “Tao” rather than the divine.

She had experienced the oppression of the Disease Demon Lord, and then received assistance from human players. This fate made her more inclined toward humanity.

Within the Heavenly Tao Network, this meant she preferred to provide various conveniences for human players.

This convenience did not manifest in a tangible way, but as a profound and mystical embodiment, a gift from the “Tao”.

For the players, the most direct experience was that their luck in the game seemed to improve a lot, and their characters became more charismatic.

The Governors of the galaxy became easier to talk to, players exploring ruins could reap better rewards, and those working in laboratories could enjoy more conveniences and increased chances of obtaining better items.

As gods under her management, they felt the changes brought about by Tian Xuan even more directly.

They had to personally repair the previous financial disaster, while also taking on new tasks, such as working for the players.

In the past, the gods were high above, needing only to maintain the operation of the Heavenly Tao Network and then enjoying the worldly offerings.

But now, with their sects shattered and owing a huge amount of faith, they had no choice but to work for players under Tian Xuan’s orders, responding to players’ needs and performing miracles.

The old order finally crumbled after repeated setbacks, and the gods were forced to swallow their bitter fruit and adapt to the new world.

Fang Cheng also had his fair share of gains.

A large number of special items were sold by players to the outside world and then mortgaged to Fang Cheng Studio as collateral. These items generally possessed powerful real-world interference abilities, and some could even be used to develop unique game mechanics.

The problem now was that there were quite a lot of these things.

Thousands of items piled up like mountains, and most of the items had some side effects, but a bit of organization would sort them out.

In Fang Cheng’s eyes, these items were like those crafted by a Refining Master: high quality, unique effects, and quite modernized, making them great as office equipment.

After some thought, Fang Cheng decided it would be nice to pick some out and place them in his own studio.

After all, the salaries should be enough to satisfy his employees’ needs, so it was time to improve their working environment.

Over the weekend, Fang Cheng started a major overhaul of his studio with the items he had obtained.

Though these items looked ordinary, they definitely would greatly increase the efficiency of his employees’ work, making his studio even more comfortable.

By Monday, when Huang Ping arrived at the studio on time, ready to start his work, he was the first to sense something was amiss.

Looking up, he noticed some changes in the break room.

The break rooms at Fang Cheng Studio had always been individually separated and corresponding, each equipped with free drinks and a single bed, and completely soundproof, allowing one to do whatever they wanted inside.

Huang Ping occasionally took a nap in the break room; after all, he was a man in his early thirties, and without a nap, he really couldn’t endure the afternoon.

Approaching, he discovered the bedside table had been removed and replaced with a square-shaped lazy sofa.

The brand of the sofa was indiscernible, but it felt very soft to the touch, with fine fabric covering tiny grains that somehow returned to their original state slowly after being lifted.

“Impressive, where did the boss get this black tech from?”

Curious, he gave it a few pats and decided that since he wasn’t too busy today, trying it out wouldn’t hurt.

So, he closed the door of the personal break room, carefully lay on the lazy sofa, and then let out a contented sigh.

Although the sofa seemed soft, once one lay on it, the inside grains would automatically adjust to the most comfortable shape for the user, letting exhaustion unwittingly fly away.

The sofa seemed to have a built-in automatic massage function as well; hidden massage devices continuously released soothing pulses, helping Huang Ping’s tired shoulders relax instantly.

Closing his eyes, Huang Ping felt he could stay there for a lifetime.

However, he soon opened his eyes.

Wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, he muttered to himself in dismay.

He almost fell asleep there!

Looking at the time, he realized he had been lying there for ten minutes, which meant he had lost ten precious minutes of work time.

This couldn’t continue!

Huang Ping, you cannot become so indolent!

Just as Huang Ping was about to leave, he noticed a sand painting on the small desk nearby.

It was a one-foot square black translucent container filled with grease and white sand. Each time the sand painting was flipped, the forms inside changed.

There wasn’t such a thing in the personal break rooms before, so it seemed the boss had worked overtime over the weekend and created it.

Shaking the container curiously, Huang Ping watched as the sand rose and then slowly settled. When it settled, a new pattern emerged, full of artistic effect.

It looked like a snow-capped mountain, yet also like a desert.

The combination of black and white brought different shapes to life, giving the simple image a fascinating charm.

After admiring it for a while, Huang Ping felt a bit sleepy again.