Chapter 787: Chapter 439: Cultural Differences_2 Chapter 787: Chapter 439: Cultural Differences_2 “Reincarnation Land really is a toxic ga. I was terrified playing it at night, but thinking about my unharvested crops, I had to muster up the courage to log on and collect them. Can you guys understand the feeling of being scared yet foolishly happy seeing your granary full?”
“I get it 1”
“I get it too, and now with the agricultural content available, I can grow sugarcane and even make so sugar. The only thing I’m afraid of now is the blood mist, but I believe I’ll be able to get over it after a while.”
“I’m so scared, but I love farming, and there are just too few farming gas on the market lately. For the sake of my fields, I can face the monsters.”
In the single-player version, players were very responsive to the new gaplay, which Fang Cheng found quite adorable.
However, after seeing the multiplayer discussions, Fang Cheng started to wonder if they were playing a pirated version.
“It’s weird, I captured other players and generously spared their lives, but why won’t they farm for and just keep trying to escape?”
“You’ve got to use a whip and tie up their legs.”
“I’ve discovered so eerie creature can turn these people into zombies. For just twenty US dollars, I can give you the recipe.”
“Isn’t that just killing other players and turning them into zombies? I know this trick too. I’ll take ten US dollars for it.”
“Zombies are sowhat inconvenient, too sluggish in movent. But turning them into skeletons solves that problem. Plus, I found out that in the ga, summoning skeletons can be leveled up, and after leveling, you can summon three from one player. Honestly, I don’t understand it, but I sure like this feature.”
After reading these player comnts, Fang Cheng pondered deeply, humd to himself, ditated, and eventually realized that overseas players really are different from those in Huaxia.
Upon closer inspection of the multi-player tactics used by overseas gars, Fang Cheng found they were still waging wars.
And the battles were getting more intense than before.
The use of sugar had beco widespread, players’ skills had greatly improved, and the amount of sugar available was now a significant indicator of a player’s strength.
In the ga, the early stages of sugar production were mining, but in the middle and later stages, it shifted to farming.
Initially, Player Guilds would properly allocate manpower to farm for sugar.
But upon realizing that farming wasn’t as fast as looting, players once more got caught up in the struggle for farming resources, and the competition led to a plethora of new gaplay.
Harassnt, slave capturing, Undead Mages… An endless array of sinister farming thods erged, and Fang Cheng was shocked to find that players’ morals could rival even demons.
Fang Cheng called Leon over and, pointing at the players’ comnts, asked, “Are all North Arican players like this?”
After carefully reviewing, Leon nodded affirmatively and said, “Yep, that’s how they are. To be honest, I think Huaxia players are the peculiar ones. Why are they so happy just farming? Fighting is way more fun.”
“Cultural differences,” Huang Ping sighed. “Like , I’m still afraid playing ‘Reincarnation Land’, but that doesn’t stop my passion for farming.”
Seeing Huang Ping trembling yet still logging in to collect items, Fang Cheng realized from the beginning they were headed down a dead-end street.
Dostic players like farming, but the ga struggles to get approved.
Abroad, it’s easier to get approval, but they prefer looting over farming.
Upon acknowledging his problem, Fang Cheng decisively gave up.
This ti, I’ve lost.
However, to avoid similar issues in the future, he made a phone call to Mr. Shen and said directly, “Mr. Shen, I hope we can advance Huaxia’s rating system.”
Mr. Shen initially wanted to congratulate Fang Cheng on the success of “Reincarnation Land”—after all, the ga was a huge hit overseas and the most eye-catching major production of recent tis.
Taken aback by Fang Cheng’s request, Mr. Shen said with uncertainty, “It’s not easy to push for that.”
“No worries, I think I know how to do it. I’m coming to find you now, we’ll work on it together.”
Mr. Shen was at a loss for words upon hearing Fang Cheng’s request.
Establishing a ga rating system—every ga developer dreams of it.
There’s always been a problem with Huaxia’s ga review process: no one knows the standards.
One ga could be rejected because the blood is red, while another might be fine.
So gas are turned down for including English, while others might pass without issue.
Moreover, words like “kill,” “die,” “bad,” “grass” might lead to a review failure, forcing so gas to screen out all such words entirely, resulting in rampant gibberish literature, with absurd phrases like “He xx his enemy” everywhere.
All these absurdities made the ga industry montarily unstable, and instability certainly doesn’t make for a good industry.
Mr. Shen had once pondered initiating this aspect of the system, but the complexity of the issues involved led him to abandon the idea.
After retirent, he had forgotten these past aspirations, but unexpectedly, he saw new potential in Fang Cheng’s initiative.
Switching hands on the phone, Mr. Shen turned down the TV volu slightly and said in a low voice, “Fang Cheng, I don’t want to discourage you, but this is a difficult task. There are too many interests involved, and you alone are not enough.”
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