"So, over twenty thousand points are pretty much useless now."
Even worse, there might not be another main quest, and with these two combined, there are still dozens of hours of gaplay. For a stand-alone ga, that’s actually quite sincere.
"Please rate the ga at this stage. We wholeheartedly aim for your 10-point satisfaction. Anything less than 10 points ans dissatisfaction. (You may submit opinions via voice input, and we highly value your feedback.)"
Considering he had been mooching off the ga, even a 9 would have seed a little shaless, so Wang Hao quickly responded, "10 points!"
However, when typing in his comnts, he did have a few things to say, "When on earth will you open up a microtransaction system? Stop being so stingy; I’m genuinely worried ’Ga’ will go bankrupt!"
"Drop a few tens of thousands, buy a Myth-level Strange Object, feeling great? Anything under a hundred grand is acceptable to !"
...
The gaming headset on his head flashed a few tis with blue light.
This request is quite challenging!
...
"And also, in that ’Paradise’ script, my hard-trained dragon died after Mr. ’Xiang Tiantian’ gave the final command and was heroically sacrificed. Could you find an opportunity to resurrect it? Although I know resurrecting characters undermines the depth of the story... In such a massive war, it’s impossible not to have deaths and sacrifices."
"But playing gas is all about having fun, right? Story depth isn’t that important to ; enjoynt is what matters most," Wang Hao wished to resurrect his fallen companion.
"If my own character died, I wouldn’t be too upset; after all, I could be resurrected. But when important NPCs in the ga die, it really dampens the mood."
Wang Hao finally understood why he wasn’t feeling so cheerful despite having won a great battle.
His two companions died without seeing the fruits of victory.
Whether human or dragon, they were all comrades.
He was a superficial person; he didn’t want a ga to be teaching him life lessons: "Even if they are resurrected and don’t appear again, it would be enough just to have them alive. Please, it’s just a wish."
After he submitted this voice ssage, he felt relieved!
The pent-up frustration was finally exhaled!
Now the pressure to "resurrect" was on the ga company.
...
The gaming headset on his head flashed a few tis with blue light.
This request... it’s a lot simpler than any Myth-level Strange Object.
...
With a "ding," a glowing golden light flashed across the screen, revealing the next reward.
"For completing a World Level ga script, you’ve received a Seven Stars gift pack containing a mystery gift!"
"We wish you luck and eternal fortune!"
Wang Hao’s eyes lit up—lottery draws always brought anticipation.
He rubbed his hands together and as he opened the gift pack, he started shouting, "Dark Gold, Dark Gold, Dark Gold."
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...
Business at the internet cafe was as quiet as ever.
In the lounge, a few darn kids were leeching Wi-Fi and air conditioning, heads bowed as they spoke in gaming lingo.
"I’m so strong, I kill at will."
"Why don’t you try controlling the Dragon, dammit!"
Han Xiaoyue yawned out of boredom. As the pretty front desk sister, she’d been hit on many tis by these darn kids.
So rich, pretentious kids even tried to pursue her, which was laughably absurd.
Sumr break was almost over. In a few days, this place might be completely empty—except for Ling Pingzhi.
"I just knew my big cousin would win easily... Hopefully, things will calm down for a while," Han Xiaoyue thought to herself at the front desk.
"One world seemingly tranquil but could fall apart at any mont; another so unstable, it’s yet to be safe..."
"Is the intersection of the two worlds really a good thing?"
She held a ballpoint pen and doodled on paper. Soon, a sketched image of a Planet Fortress filled with science fiction vibes erged on the paper.
"What a wonderful gift, it should be entertaining for quite a while."
Luckily, during this ti, he hadn’t co back out.
That was the best news.
It ant her big cousin’s emotions were stable under her care!
"Next step, I’ll go back to studying, reading, working diligently, and only co back here on the weekends. I can’t manage much else."
"After all, my abilities are limited!"
"Maybe... I should go up and have a look?"
Han Xiaoyue sneaked upstairs, eavesdropping was her privilege, after all.
"Dark Gold, Dark Gold... What is this thing?"
With her ears perked, she listened from the staircase corner to her big cousin’s muttering, then quietly headed back downstairs.
"Just as I guessed."
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...
The screen showed the detonation of a nuclear bomb!
A Dark Gold Level treasure.
Terrifying indeed!
In anticipation, sothing enormously huge appeared before Old Wang: a pattern of man-made gravity matrices, orderly and precise, showcasing humanity’s pinnacle Wisdom; a main cannon hundreds of kiloters long, demonstrating unrivaled firepower; countless laser cannons densely packed like a hornet’s nest, possibly in the millions, and those intensely shining engines—this mammoth treasure practically blinded Old Wang’s titanium alloy eyes.
"A Planet Fortress?"
"The prize is a Planet Fortress! I own that planet that sealed the ’Moon of Illusion’?"
Wang Hao exclaid with genuine admiration.
He thought there was nothing fun left to do, no place to spend ga points, and then this treasure appeared.
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