Chapter 136 - Man Claid He Achieved Immortality by Gooning Everyday
Fu Tong observed the scenery in a daze. He found himself in an apartnt room in the modern world. In front of him, his PC was still running, the monitor displaying a fan art of Li Wushuang.
This was his room. It looked the sa as when he had left, minus his corpse.
Missing ho, Fu Tong reached for the gaming chair, but his hand phased through it. He turned around and looked at his arms and body.
It was transparent. He did not exist here.
While Fu Tong was still confused, a young man opened the door and tossed an empty delivery backpack to the side. The mysterious man let out a long sigh and walked toward the computer. Ignoring Fu Tong, he sat on the gaming chair and stared at the monitor.
"I forgot to close the computer. h, it doesn’t matter."
The young man wasn’t aware of Fu Tong’s presence, but Fu Tong knew who that man was. The young man was none other than himself in the past when he was still working as a food delivery man.
Fu Tong smiled bitterly and tried to speak, but words couldn’t co out of his mouth.
The young Fu Tong pressed a few buttons on the keyboard and grabbed the mouse. He opened a ga application and a modding app that he had made.
Fu Tong watched his past self enjoy the ga. However, it ended up in a bad ending route because Long Hao killed the player character, who was minding his business exploring the countryside. The ending shows that Long Hao killed the character because he purchased a flower from a little girl whose face resembled Long Hao’s dead sister.
Both Fu Tong muttered in unison.
"Petty bastard."
Fu Tong glanced at his past self and snickered. He wondered what this trial was all about.
It did not take long for him to realize the gravity of the situation.
For years, Fu Tong got stuck in the apartnt room, watching himself from the past going on with his life. He suffered through watching his younger self gooning to Li Wushuang’s lewd fan art or viewing the ga’s explicit content, which depicted the harsh treatnt of won in other adult gas.
Witnessing himself made him cringe. Fu Tong wondered if the sages of the cultivation world had seen these as well. Ashad, he vowed never to masturbate in front of a computer again.
’Is this my pride? Is this what it’s all about?’
He endured the torture and contemplated the true purposes of this trial.
Years passed by. The young self got older. Fu Tong quit his job and cooped up in the room, crying because of the unfairness of the world.
That was the ti when he was fired from his job. His girlfriend, who could have turned him into a normie, cheated on him with a foreign black man. Thus, the past Fu Tong stopped going after real-world won and knelt in front of Li Wushuang’s poster.
"I won’t trust won anymore."
Fu Tong bit his lower lip and sighed. Looking back, he was pathetic, yet he was honorable in a way. The past self soon forgave his girlfriend and forgot about the incident, indulging in his favorite ga and attempting to clear the ga with mods.
Bugs, glitches, and unexpected errors kept crashing the ga, yet Fu Tong never gave in. He swore that he would modify the ga and rescue Li Wushuang and the other girls, whom the developers destined to die.
He even sent emails to the developers. However, they quickly replied that the gas were almost a decade old, and they stopped updating the ga.
Saddened by this reality, Fu Tong continued developing mods, giving birth to new ga scenarios in which Li Wushuang and the girls could survive and thrive. Despite his work, only a handful of gars returned to the ga and played his mod.
After all, the ga’s primary purpose was not for the story or the gaplay. It was a porn ga, designed to please a certain group of gars. Fu Tong was the only loser who truly cared for the fictional ga characters.
Fu Tong watched his past self crying and sobbing while he gooned to Jin Yu’s H-CG. He facepald.
’I’m a freaking loser. Is this what the boatman wants to see? Is this what the trial is all about?’
In the ga, the trial of pride always forced the player to fight their shadows. However, Fu Tong had already fought and killed so many heart demons and clones of himself. He was confused.
Soon, the past Fu Tong finalized his work. He coded the complete scenarios and stories so that everybody would not be bullied, ravished, or taken advantage of. All protagonists could be either killed or recruited. So could be saved, but others, like Pei Gui Hong, were beyond redemption. Random events, procedurally generated maps, and spawn points made each run unique and unpredictable.
He published the mod on the internet and hoped for good feedback from the ga community.
The ga soon beca popular among hardcore gars. They disregarded the nature of the porn ga and enjoyed the rich stories and randomness of the ga.
Unfortunately, the developers quickly stole the mods and launched a new ga of the sa title, with Fu Tong’s mods implented. This caused outrage among the ga community.
Fu Tong attempted to sue the company. Unfortunately, while proceeding with the lawsuit, he was assaulted by a group of bikers. His brain was concussed, and he suffered from dentia. He couldn’t proceed with the lawsuits.
He forgot about what the developers had done.
So mories returned to Fu Tong. He gulped and massaged his temples.
’Wait a second. The devs didn’t make these scenarios. Long Hao, Pei Gui Hong, Xiao Han Ce, and the others aren’t coded to be killed. It was who made them like this. Those assholes sent goons to beat up before I could even sue them! Man, I wish I could go back and stomp on the devs. What a jerk.’
The world gradually turned into static, except for his past self. Fu Tong watched his modern human counterpart sitting on his old gaming chair, his face haggard and weary.
The surrounding dinsion turned white. The counterpart turned around to gaze at Fu Tong and smiled bitterly. He talked to him.
"I’m such a loser, ain’t I?"
Fu Tong exhaled deeply. He walked over and embraced his loser’s side.
"We are, indeed."
"Aren’t I pathetic? I got so absorbed in a porn ga that I coded 99% of the ga content I’m enjoying. The original ga was just a visual novel slob with a bunch of rape-fest gangbang H-CGs. Yet, here I am, making a fan ga for them."
Fu Tong gnashed his teeth. He rembered the part of himself that he forgot. Consoling himself and his counterpart, he muttered.
"We did nothing wrong. In fact, we could have made bucks if it wasn’t for the licensing issues. If we were smarter, we could have modified the ga characters, nas of places, and so lores. Then, we could have published an indie ga and beco a millionaire."
"I’m stupid."
"We are."
"I regret everything."
Fu Tong paused and knelt in front of his counterpart. He grabbed his hands and smiled.
"No. It’s too early to regret our decisions. We’ve got work to do. We have an unfinished business with this stupid ga world we made."
The counterpart stopped crying. His haggard face gave Fu Tong a aningful look and nodded.
"Yes. We have achieved countless good endings, but we never once coded the true ending route."
"Let make it happen—The true ending."
"I’ll code it."
"No. We’ll carve that path ourselves. We’ll experience this first-hand."
"But the ga..."
"No more gaming. We’ll achieve our good ending in real life! No more regrets!"
Fu Tong’s counterpart transford into an elderly man, whose face was identical to ng Tianrui when he was an adult. He stood and helped Fu Tong up.
"This karma, I have received it. The things you’ve done for us, for the realms, and for the girls, I’ve witnessed everything."
Fu Tong’s eyes widened as he recognized the person. He was the patriarch of the ng Clan and the ancestor of ng Tianrui. In the ga lore that the developers wrote, the Ti Lord murdered him and stole his position, leading to chaos in the universe. But in Fu Tong’s version, he made it so that the ancestor was alive so that the Ti Lord could not have his way.
"Senior ng Tian? The Karma Deity?" Fu Tong asked to make sure.
"I’ll handle the Ti Sage Nazzeck. The ng Clan and the Great Buddha will bring their armies to the immortal realm and hunt down those vile saints. You go back and fulfill your dream. Protect your wives, as you always did."
With a wave of his hand, Fu Tong fell into the white void. He couldn’t move his body, but he kept sinking into the white abyss.
While descending, ng Tian faintly smiled.
"May the Heavenly Dao guide your path, for you are our father."
Fu Tong could barely hear it. His consciousness gradually faded to black.
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Fu Tong opened his eyes and found himself on the grassland of his farm dinsion. He sat up and checked his status.
Na: Fu Tong
Age: 22
Cultivation Base: True Immortal Level 1
Fu Tong nodded in satisfaction as he had transcended the mortal realm. He checked his assets next as he rembered that he had abandoned his wealth.
The currency tab showed an unexpected result.
Divine Shards: 999,999,999,999,999,999,999
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