To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Chapter 26: The Terrifying Spread Rate_l

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The next morning, Mr. Fang, who had just opened his eyes while sleeping on the sofa, saw his son floating in mid-air and nearly fell into an eternal slumber.

He closed his eyes and told himself over and over that this world didn’t have ghosts, only after affirming Fang Cheng did he slowly open them again.

Getting up, he grumbled discontentedly, “Son, can you stop scaring me with new tricks every day?”

“There was a hanged ghost on the ceiling, I just squashed it.”

“Just kidding, there are no ghosts. I was just thinking about something and accidentally started floating. Is the sofa comfortable?”

Upon hearing about the sofa, Mr. Fang felt a surge of irritation.

The night before last, he was enjoying dedicated service from his wife and son in his dream, reveling in it, when suddenly another wife walked in from outside and started berating him furiously.

The scolding was nothing more than “How dare you cheat right in front of me and even keep the other woman in our house!” and even as Mr. Fang tried to explain that the other woman was also her, it was no use.

Afterwards, he was woken by Mrs. Fang who angrily accused him of disloyalty, then got even more upset and banished him to the sofa, unable to return even today.

Who did I offend?

Was it just for enjoying the feeling of being an emperor in my dream that you have to be like this?

And how do you even know what I dreamed about? Did I talk in my sleep?

With a bellyful of discontent, Mr. Fang yawned and then asked, “Son, help me out. How can I get your mom to cool down?”

“Buy her a 38,000 RMB bag, then you guys can have a second child.”

“Why would we need a second child?”

“For mom to have something to do instead of always making me go on blind dates.”

Leaving Mr. Fang to his quandaries, Fang Cheng turned on the family computer and found people still discussing in Wang’s livestreaming room.

Yesterday’s livestream had 20,000 viewers, but even now there remained a thousand, and from their discussion, it appeared that they were actually discussing last night’s dreams.

Dragging the chat content upwards, Fang Cheng saw the discussion’s first climax occurred at five in the morning.

There weren’t many people left by then, with most discussing the game Wang had played until a viewer came in and said, “OMG, I just had a dream where I seemed to have entered the game. I’ve forgotten most of it, but waking up wasn’t too bad, not as scary.”

“Weird, me too.”

“Same here!”

One comment set off a wave of responses as several players who had just come online shared that they, too, had similar dreams.

Unlike what they witnessed during the livestream, the dream initially seemed a bit eerie, but then it became heartwarming and even a bit too comforting to leave.

Moreover, after waking up, they felt refreshed and rejuvenated, and even past issues such as grogginess, irritability, and wanting to punch their boss disappeared.

Of course, after going to work, the desire to punch the boss still remained—a matter that has nothing to do with spirits, simply an instinct.

As more players reported similar experiences, eventually over five hundred viewers found themselves in a similar state, leaving those who did not have such dreams feeling envious.

Those who dreamed of the game were like Wang, feeling mentally agitated or exhausted, then were absorbed into the Dream World, which healed their spiritual fatigue.

Those who didn’t enter probably had no significant mental issues, so there was no need to worry.

After confirming there were no problems, Fang Cheng set aside this little episode and then saw Wang’s message.

“Immortal, I’ll return the tip you gave me later. I couldn’t finish the game, sorry about that.”

“No worries, keep it,” Fang Cheng replied. “I’m also reflecting on what didn’t work, that I couldn’t keep you hooked.”

“The game is fine, it’s me who lacks courage. But you certainly have talent, you’re definitely one of the standout newbies. Have you joined a game company? If not, I recommend you to Fang Cheng Studio; the boss there is also a genius. A content creator I know went there and found it very promising to team up with the studio boss.”

“…Thank you.”

“One more request, some of my fans want to play ‘Spreading Traditional Culture Starting from Me’. Can I distribute your game to them? I’m sure they’re all over eighteen, so they won’t get into any trouble.”

Fang Cheng was silent for a while, tempted to ask what the other party meant by mentioning age, but eventually he let it go.

The creator of the game died after it was released, so how to interpret it is up to the players, and his Taoist heart wouldn’t allow himself to interfere recklessly.

He then replied, “You can distribute it for free, just don’t charge for it. And if possible, I’d like to hear their feedback.”

” Thank you so much. Lastly, I suggest you could add some guidance for new players, interactive tutorials are quite popular recently. Also, consider changing the name; it’s a bit off for a game title.”

“…Okay.”

Having received the Living Immortal’s consent, Wang quickly sent the installation package to a few fans.

Looking at the time, Wang realized it was now ten in the morning, the daylight was bright and the Yang energy was strong.

With such great weather, maybe it was worth giving the game another shot to see what it was really about.

After all, yesterday was just a brief encounter, he didn’t even make it out of the apartment building, and he had no idea what his grandfather’s hints meant, which felt somewhat regrettable.

Therefore, Wang confidently launched the game, and after half an hour, changed into a fresh pair of pants and then cocooned himself in a blanket on the bed, recoiling from the world.

Next time, he should play the game while wearing a diaper.

While Wang’s original intention was to let his fans experience ‘Spreading Traditional Culture Starting from Me’, he underestimated the speed at which fans communicate with each other.

Since the game could be freely distributed, after a couple of fans tried it, they quickly shared it with other friends, who then shared it with more friends, eventually creating a rapid chain reaction that unknowingly copied the game into tens of thousands of copies.

Several horror game content creators on Bilibili also discovered this obscure horror game and began to livestream it, but almost all of them were met with defeat.

Simply put, it was too horrifying.

This eerie game’s psychological impact doesn’t change with the number of players; even in the most masculine environment of a men’s bathhouse blasting with robust Yang energy, players were still scared to scream by the game’s sinister atmosphere.

After many content creators tried it, they declared that no matter how mentally prepared, they would collapse on the endless staircase, unable to continue.

All sorts of outrageous video titles appeared, such as ‘The Game that Once Scared People to Death’, ‘The Forbidden Game’, and ‘The Game Made by Demons’ to refer to this game, while its original name was forgotten.

Just when everyone thought no one could beat the game, an account quietly surfaced, releasing a video of a successful playthrough.

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