Having descended to the ground, Fang Cheng looked around and found the atmosphere here to be quite oppressive.
The planet was far from the sun, and the surface was enveloped by a layer of dust, casting the ground into a dim light, constantly shrouded in a gloomy ambiance.
From what he saw on the devices, there had once been a civilization here, resembling a sort of dieval world with swords and magic, but similarly devoid of humans.
This puzzled Fang Cheng.
In his past life, he had also traversed the void, witnessing many civilizations and even discussing the mysteries of the great Dao with cultivators from different civilizations.
The entire universe was bustling with activity, with countless experts capable of traversing the void.
However, a thousand years later in the present, nearby civilizations had all perished, with only a few once-great creations barely clinging to life, and not a single one of those able to traverse the void remained, leaving him the sole Immortal of this realm.
What on earth had happened during these thousand years?
Sighing at the changes that had taken place, Fang Cheng stepped onto the ground to begin his inspection of the place.
Here, there was a very special structure, that is, the dungeon.
With a sweep of his Divine Sense, Fang Cheng discovered that there were nurous dungeons scattered across the entire planet, each one layered and extending downwards, all the way to the Earth's Heart.
Within these dungeons, there were various traps and chanisms, different types of monsters, and each dungeon would constantly change at random over ti. And at the bottom of the dungeons, there were powerful dungeon guardians, as well as so anthropomorphic statues.
Although there were many points worth exploring here, Fang Cheng's focus was elsewhere.
He was here to make a ga.
According to his interpretation of romance movies, novels, and gas, love should co with rescue and being rescued, redemption and being redeed, accompanied by a lot of hardships and random obstacles before success can be achieved.
And while players nowadays liked to actively pursue love, even such pursuit needed a reason; therefore, having the statue-like princess revive after being saved and imdiately falling for the player would suffice.
Add attribute developnt to give players a sense of achievent throughout the process, fitting the concept of attribute growth well.
Consequently, players needed to continuously strengthen themselves, defeat monsters, and ultimately rescue the princess from the dungeon.
Though they said they didn't want it, players seed to like harem situations, so allowing players to rescue a princess with each dungeon they cleared perfectly captured this harem feeling.
Of course, the princess couldn't be completely helpless, so by adding so special chanics to the princess, she could beco a support to the player, making it easier for them to challenge more difficult dungeons as their circle of rescued princesses grew.
Furthermore, there were various pieces of equipnt, items, and magic spells in the dungeons that could also be utilized, allowing players to beco addicted to collecting and making the romance even sweeter.
After thinking for half a day, Fang Cheng beca more and more excited, more and more delighted with his ideas.
Making gas was actually quite interesting.
Mana began to extend, Immortal Spells started to be cast, and his vast Divine Sense enveloped the entire planet, beginning to reshape it according to his own ideas.
Only after the initial reshaping was complete did he, contented, leave behind a Gathering Spirit Array to encapsulate the Immortal Spell, and then he left, returning to Blue Star.
After freshening up simply in his apartnt, he picked up his phone, feeling refreshed, to find that there were hundreds of missed calls.
After calling his mother back, the phone was answered after more than ten seconds, followed by his mother's scolding voice, "Where have you been? You haven't beco a monk, have you?"
"Not in this lifeti."
"As if you beca one in your last life."
"Hmm."
Mother was taken aback for a mont, then continued, "Where have you been these past half a month?"
"Half a month?"
Confused, Fang Cheng looked at the ti and realized that it had indeed been half a month since he started reshaping the planet.
There are no years in cultivation, and when inspiration strikes, it could be a decade.
Reminding himself to definitely set an alarm next ti, Fang Cheng listened as his mother continued, "You've also graduated from the panda training base..."
"It's Tianxiong, we don't do pandas."
"It's pretty much the sa. Since you've graduated, then find a good company to really learn sothing. I know soone whose son works at Tianyi, when you have ti, treat him to a al, see if you can spend so ti at Tianyi to learn."
Fang Cheng was about to say that he could have gotten in on his own, but considering that KongKong, the producer, wasn't very bright, he thought better of it.
But this was a labor of love from his mother which he couldn't let go to waste, so Fang Cheng agreed to her request.
"There's nothing else, your dad and I are both doing well. When you have ti, co ho and your dad will make you so soy-sauce at."
Mr. Fang had once been a chef in a restaurant, and his soy-sauce at was nothing short of miraculous in its deliciousness, almost unbelievably so.
Immortals didn't need to eat, but this particular dish made Fang Cheng easily reminisce about the past; eating it was full of sentint, prompting him to promise he'd visit when he had the ti.
After dealing with his parents, next up was Mr. Shen.
Mr. Shen didn't have much to say, rely asking how the studio was doing and the progress of the ga.
There was also the matter of the tea leaves from before, which had nothing to do with hair loss; he just rembered enjoying them.
After Fang Cheng promised to send so more tea later, Mr. Shen hung up the phone, content.
Finally, among the hundreds of calls, there was one from Xu Qingling.
This girl called two tis each in the morning, afternoon, and evening, doubling her efforts on the weekends, a testant to her perseverance.
Apart from calls, she also sent text ssages from ti to ti.
"Boss, good morning, are you coming to work today?"
"Boss, are we working today?"
"Boss, if you're not working, then don't, but can you reply?"
"Boss, are you still alive?"
"Boss, could it be that I'm the one who died, so you can't see my ssages?"
"Boss, the recruitnt ad is ready, when will you co?"
"Boss, a new person ca, I can't tell if they're good or bad, but since they seem to know what they're talking about, I let them stay."
"Boss, how should we handle the salary? Although the newcor said they're willing to work without pay, I still feel awkward about it."
"Fang Cheng, please co back soon!"
Reading through all these calls and texts, Fang Cheng was imdiately flooded with guilt.
I'm sorry, Xu Qingling.
I'll make it up to you in the future.
He quickly teleported to the company restroom and strode into the office, only to see Xu Qingling at the reception desk, giving him a look of reproach.
Her eyes were red and puffy, her hair was disheveled, and she was propping her chin up with her hands, looking every bit the abandoned Faithful Dog Hachiko filled with resentnt.
Even as an Immortal, faced with such reproach, he couldn't help but avert his eyes.
Then he heard Xu Qingling sigh and step forward to ask, "Boss, where have you been?"
"I suddenly got inspired and stayed ho to work on the ga for over ten days; completely forgot about everything else."
"I guessed as much. The recruitnt ad is all set, and I've drawn up the company's attendance policy. I understand that ga developnt doesn't need to be too strict, as long as people aren't too casual and they complete their assigned tasks within the set ti. The attendance policy I put together isn't very strict."
"The salary is initially in line with the industry average, and we can reconsider other options once the studio has a stable inco. There's also the weekend days off, one day of annual leave per month, and holiday arrangents, etc. Do you see any issues with that?"
After reviewing it, Fang Cheng saw no issues and decisively signed off on it.
Putting down the pen, Fang Cheng asked, "Didn't you say we had a new person? Where are they?"
"Over there."
Following the direction Xu Qingling was pointing, Fang Cheng saw a tall and skinny young man squatting at his desk, scribbling eagerly on a piece of paper.
When Fang Cheng approached, the young man glanced up through his glasses, silently handed over a notebook, and said in a soft voice, "These are the issues I've summarized for 'The Forest's Second Son' and 'Towards Death and Life.' Please let know if there are any errors."
Looking at the thick notebooks, Fang Cheng's face showed a pleased smile.
This person, I'll keep!
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