To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Chapter 82: All-New Gameplay_1

“I’m Wang, and I’m freakingout right now.”

“I woke up to find that I had a wife, but my wife is the play girl… It’s not a metaphor, it’s reality. Zhao, I’m not talking about you, so could you stop sending knives in the chat box?”

“The game says this script is full of various bugs, but I haven’t found a single . one. What I thought were bugs turned out not to be, and what I thought weren t bugs might not be either. So, could it be that I am the bug?

The octopus-headed wife didn’t notice the change in Wang.

She gracefully stood up, her sticky tentacles waving about like kelp in the sea, and they even looked quite elegant after a while.

in front of the mirror, she put on a necklace with a gemstone and then said to

Wang, “Come, help me put this on, please.”

“Oh.”

He stepped forward, took the necklace, and as he was about to put it on her, he

saw that she had no hair.

An eye suddenly opened on the back of her rubbery head, staring motionless at

Wang.

However, this scene wasn’t very scary, it was actually quite funny, especially the way her eyeball kept moving around, which made Wang laugh out loud.

Compared to “Spreading Traditional Culture,” this was nothing.

“What’s this? Quite unique and kind of cute. Is it a bug?

[Give her a kiss!]

“Don’t fan the flames, my girlfriend is here. Oh my God, Zhao, why are you the

one fanning the flames!”

Unable to resist, Wang circled the moment and realized it wasn’t a bug. Under the eye’s gaze, Wang slowly put the necklace on her, and that was the end of the process.

The next item on the agenda was breakfast.

He had expected breakfast to be something special, but it turned out to be quite normal.

However, traditional breakfast items like meat buns and soy milk seemed out of place in a sci-fi setting and made Wang feel it was a bit odd.

“This has got to be a bug!”

He immediately circled the food, saw the bug count in the upper left corner decrease by one, while the soy milk in front of him shook once before turning into a mosaic and disappearing. When it reappeared, it was a green bean juice.

Looking at the green bean juice, Wang fell silent.

Then, he exploded.

“Are you from old Beijing or what!”

“Why would an octopus-headed wife make me bean juice! I wouldn’t have said anything even if it was a cup of brain juice!

“Do you game developers all love to let loose and then set your brains free too?”

“Infinite merit to you!”

Listening to Wang’s dense barrage of complaints, the audience in the live stream felt greatly satisfied.

Is this not the Old Man? Only with such complaints does it get interesting.

Although Wang wanted to leave the dining table, the game’s degree of freedom was very low, and most scenes were linear.

As such, he had no choice but to sit down and finish breakfast with his wife. After all the breakfast was eaten, the octopus-faced wife smiled sweetly at Wang, then suddenly her expression changed dramatically.

Her tentacles waving, a cacophony of piercing sounds filled the room, as if countless people were shouting, or as if someone had buried a million needles in one’s ears, causing an intense headache.

“…Who is summoning me again! Can’t they give it a rest! I still have half an

hour before work.”

She left in a huff, slamming the door behind her, but not before caressing

Wang’s head, then she was gone.

The game ended, and the screen returned to the beginning.

Looking at the simple screen, Wang sank into confusion.

Who am I.

Where do I come from?

What did I just play?

An utterly incomprehensible script, a baffling process, getting up, putting on a necklace, having breakfast, saying goodbye-it all made up the entire content of the game, which left Wang feeling that something was not quite right. And on the main interface, besides the initial “Start Game” and “Exit Game,” some new things had appeared.

On the blackboard serving as a backdrop, a new photo had been added.

The photo showed him having breakfast with his octopus-headed wife, whose octopus head looked somewhat gentle against the backdrop of the filter.

What made him feel uneasy was the title of the photo.

“Breakfast Before Arrival, nineteen bugs remaining.” Recalling his wife’s farewell, the entire game sequence was immediately tinged with an eerie feeling.

Down in the livestream room, the lost popularity began to rise again as viewers who had come for the fame started to leave messages:

[This seems kind of interesting.]

[Yeah, the plot looks simple, but I feel like there’s a deeper meaning.]

[Wang, share it with us, it’s more fun when a group of people play. Oh, I’m not being sleazy.]

[You didn’t mention it, but now that you did, I’m starting to feel sleazy too.] After some hesitation, Wang decided to share it in the end.

After all, this was a multiplayer puzzle game, and the solutions of others could influence one’s own puzzles, so sharing it shouldn’t be a problem.

Thus, he shared the link, and a group of people started playing the game using Wang’s livestream room as their base of operations.

After playing for a while, the atmosphere in the livestream room started to become eerie as well.

Unlike the traditional Chinese horror from before, this eeriness was more like a bizarre spectacle, where you could sense something was off, but the things you thought were off seemed to be intentionally done by the creator.

The creator had his own set of logic and ideas, resulting in a strange but unique gameplay paradigm.

Once people in the livestream room learned that Wang was playing a game by Living Immortal, the room’s popularity soared once again.

After all, in the niche gaming circle, Living Immortal’s name was quite renowned.

He emerged as a peak performer; “Spreading Traditional Culture Starting from Me” was banned by the officials for a while, and then quickly released, a legendary journey that could be deemed an official endorsement. Now, many enthusiasts of niche horror games were watching “Mom of Pingping” and other content creators’ videos explaining the games, while some turned those videos into articles, reaping a small windfall.

The second game titled “Plant Grass,” with its seamless integration of farming and warfare, was also well spoken of, although the second iteration of the boss turned out to be quite a headache for players recently.

Now, the third game “Nameless” had arrived, and its weird style immediately attracted a group of players fond of uniqueness, and the multiplayer online puzzle-solving gameplay also felt refreshing.

It was a kind of large-scale game mode that had rarely been seen before. Not long after sharing the link, Wang was surprised to find that “The Last Breakfast” had one fewer bug remaining, down to eighteen.

To prevent any memory error, he specifically asked his viewers to confirm, ensuring that the previous bug count indeed was nineteen.

And during the time he was confirming, he noticed that the bug count had decreased by one more.

“So this is multiplayer online puzzle-solving… The bugs in different instances are interconnected; if others solve their bugs, the related bugs on my side get fixed as well. I see, impressive!”

Eagerly, he clicked on the photo to enter the game, where he found the game had started over from the beginning.

Only this time, his bed was no longer sky blue but had turned into a layer of mycelium.

White fuzz covered his body, and green mold had crawled all over the walls.

” So this is where the bug was, who could have guessed this! However, it was odd that although the scene had become more sinister, the previously discordant feeling had disappeared, and the entire scene felt harmonious.

This kind of gameplay… is quite interesting!

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