Chapter 81: The Odd Wife_l
Gars, a truly magical creature.
At least, that’s what Fang Cheng thought.
They could find joy in the most mundane things and make a fun activity boring, they could wage war in farming gas and farm in war gas.
They were chaotic, they were disorderly, but it had to be said that so things might actually need them.
After setting up the Spirit Gathering Array and pinpointing the coordinates in the sphere’s live scene, adding the Deduce Divine Power and a few other minor Divine Skills, Fang Cheng simply processed the log-in device and then returned to his room. He then said to Wang Say Gas, “Yes.”
Wang was overjoyed and hurriedly asked, “Can I really make sarcastic comnts? What kind of ga is it? Don’t tell it’s educational again.”
After a pause, Wang continued, “Education is fine, I guess. If worst cos to worst, I’ll just go outside now and find a crowded place to make do.”
Fang Cheng thought for a while and then replied, “I don’t know what kind it
is.”
“How can you not know?”
“That’s the fact.”
This ti, Fang Cheng needed the gars’ help to straighten out data, sothing outside his own realm of proving the way, so he didn’t care about the genre.
Each gar would carry their pre-set spells, and as long as they moved within the three-dinsional visuals of the docunt, small issues would automatically be repaired, and larger errors had to be found and fixed manually by the gars, ultimately repairing and archiving the docunt.
Therefore, Fang Cheng didn’t know what the gars would encounter during the process.
The virus-infected docunt was filled with uncertainties, which made every gar’s experience different each ti they played.
If Fang Cheng had to describe it, it would be akin to a collection of instances mixed with interactive elents, requiring players to find logical loopholes, laden with a great deal of ntal pollution, since after all, it’s about alien stories.
Fang Cheng didn’t know how others felt, but he thought that if so gars found this thing fun, then their brains must be quite fascinating themselves.
Seeing Fang Cheng’s response, Wang was even more puzzled.
After hesitating for a bit, he carefully asked, “The content of the ga, you didn’t create it?”
“I just provided an interface; the specific content isn’t from .”
Wang nodded, feeling like he understood now.
It must be the Living Immortal providing an editor, and then his bunch of buddies used it to create a whole lot of mini-gas.
So, Wang decisively said, “I get it, please send it to , I’ll give it a try.”
After receiving the ga client from Fang Cheng, Wang Say Gas imdiately left the apartnt and ran to the biggest internet cafe near his ho.
Although the internet cafe was filled with the strong sll of cigarette smoke, and full of foot-scratching Han Dynasty-style blokes, it had a strong sense of vitality, making him feel especially secure.
He rented a small private room for himself, and Wang Say Gas purposefully chose one with a glass door, surrounded by burly fellows, before he finally sat down contentedly.
He turned on the cara on the screen and then chugged a can of Dongpeng Special Drink before saying, “Guys, today we’re going to…”
“It’s the Heavenly Demon mode again, right? I’ll give you the script, so you don’t have to worry about what to say later. Today I m the Heavenly Demon, there’s a Sword Immortal in the distance, what’s with this gar, huh? Why the hell do they want to train to be a Sword Immortal? Can’t you just be ng Po? Alright, here I go! Whoa, the youngster is quite good at dodging, that was just for show, I’m not that bad, let’s do this again…”
This comnt was imdiately t with a frenzy of likes, and even the streaming room’s assistant administrator pinned it to the top, ensuring that every viewer that ca in could see Wang’s sordid nature.
Wang Say Gas was left speechless.
Taking a deep breath, he said to his administrator, who was also his foreign girlfriend, “Zhao, don’t be like this…”
Administrator: “Salted fish like you aren’t worthy of speaking to ! And the king of salted fish should be put to death by everyone!”
“Zhao’s words are splendid!”
“That’s justice over family!”
“Zhao easily insults the Old Man, Zhao is invincible!”
Sighing helplessly, Wang couldn’t respond.
Others’ words, he’d spray them back on the spot.
But since it was his girlfriend, he could only hold back.
So, he imdiately said, “No, it’s not ‘Quiet Cultivation’ today…’
[“The Naless”? Old Man, you didn’t get anything hot off the press either, it’s already the Industrial Revolution 2.0 now. If you don’t have anything new, don’t bother coming online.]
“It’s not ‘The Naless’, it’s a new ga given to us by our old friend, the Living Immortal. There’s no na for the ga; it seems to be a collection of mini-gas, mostly narrative driven. Old rules apply, I’ll post the ga in the comnts section in a bit, just to attract so viewers for myself first.”
[No wonder you’re at an internet cafe, you got scared, huh.]
“Yes, a little,” Wang admitted generously. “Alright, ga’s starting, let’s begin.”
The ga had no title; the launch screen was quite simple, the background was a blackboard, with “Start Ga” and “Exit” written on it in chalk.
After clicking “Start Ga”, the ga began to load, and a prompt appeared beneath the progress bar: “Once you enter the ga, it will randomly select a script to play with. Gas not cleared will remain for an hour before being randomly available to others.”
Seeing the prompt, Wang felt there was sothing to this ga.
Multiplayer online, with others capable of playing through one’s own copy – this ga seed to be playing with so really new stuff.
While waiting for the ga to start, Wang also told the live stream audience, I asked the Living Immortal, and there’s a main story in the ga. We play as an error corrector, who needs to find mistakes in various copies and fix them. However, the presentation of different copies varies, so the gaplay can be very diverse, but each won’t be too long.”
[Wang, you talk too much. If you’re nervous, you could go out and find a gangster, I think the one throwing sultry looks at you from behind looks pretty good.]
“Don’t scare … Oh my gosh, really! I hope that guy doesn’t like .”
[Maybe.]
“Don’t tell you’re that guy!”
[Maybe-]
Doing his best to ignore the silly audience, Wang Say Gas continued, “Alright, we’re inside the ga now. As usual, let’s first get a feel for it. Very nice, playing normally.”
The ga interface was very simple, with the upper left corner showing the number of errors in the script, and no other UI markings anywhere else.
The protagonist was in bed at the mont, surrounded by sci-fi decor with a minimalist yet abstinent aesthetic.
The controls were also very straightforward; players who had experienced “Plant Grass” could easily get the hang of it without any obstacles.
The gaplay was about sorting out the issues that appeared; as long as you found a problem, you just had to circle it with the mouse and submit.
Once all the problems in a copy were dealt with, that copy would be considered cleared.
Just as Wang was familiarizing himself with the gaplay, he felt soone lean over by the shaking of the screen and the voice in his ear.
“Dear, why so early? Wasn’t last night enough to let you sleep till dawn?”
The charming voice filled the live stream room with quickened breaths as people began covertly sending tips, urging Wang to turn his head quickly. Wang, however, nervously glanced at the chat box, found the moderator had not spoken, and then forced a smile, saying, “Looks like I’ll have to lookback. This ga, starting with such things, if not for passing the level, there s no way I, Wang, would turn around!”
Swiftly turning around, Wang saw delicate skin, barely-there clothing, and…
…a head resembling the Cthulhu evil god, with eight tentacles on its neck.
[Average, can charge.]
[You can only hurt yourself coming at everything headlong!]
Determinedly circling the head with the mouse, Wang shouted, Here, the bug is this!”
But to everyone’s surprise, the number of bugs didn’t decrease.
His wife, that’s what she looked like.
Indeed, this ga was playing with sothing very new.
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