Chapter 967: Chapter 531 I Hate You Chapter 967: Chapter 531 I Hate You “What ga should we torture ourselves with today?”
In “Nebula,” Wang Say Gas was looking at the extensive list of gas with a bit of worry.
Thanks to Nebula’s powerful “Artificial Intelligence” system, even a player completely ignorant about gas could use the in-ga tools to create their own ga.
Of course, the quality of the gas produced varied widely. So seed genuinely innovative, but others were like chocolate with a taste of shit.
Due to the explosive increase in the number of gas, it was nearly impossible for ordinary players to sift through and find the good ones.
Even with AI to help review gas, there were still hundreds of thousands that players could potentially see.
So, the keen-nosed Wang swiftly unlocked a new code for traffic—torturing various gas and helping to filter out the ones worth playing.
As it turned out, his strategy was the right one.
Players loved to watch strears eat snow; the stranger the taste, the more excited they beca, and the more the strear suffered, the happier they were.
And if they struck upon a good ga, players would also happily dive into play, which also helped funnel traffic towards ga developers. It was a win-win-win situation.
But recently, Wang noticed that his traffic had dropped significantly.
On one hand, there were more strears coming in to snatch a slice of the cake, and on the other, poor managent by the ga’s operators led to frequent bizarre ga features.
These peculiarities made so gas feel very strange to play, and it was unclear whether it was the ga developers’ fault or the strange features causing the issues, which made judging the gas very difficult.
After searching through the ga list for a while, Wang really didn’t know which ga to play, until he stumbled upon a rather strange one.
“Room No. 9.”
Just the na itself gave off an ominous vibe, and upon seeing the ga’s creator, he was sure this ga was off.
Living Immortal!
Why is it you again!
Fang Cheng, Mr. Fang, making gas within your own ga, is that really fun?
It actually seems pretty fun…
Although the naming style was very much like Mr. Fang, and the ID was his usual one, Fang Cheng had beco a well-known figure in the gaming world, so there were many imitators. It couldn’t be ruled out that the ga was created by one of his admirers.
With a scrutinizing mindset, Wang opened the ga and soon found himself in a room.
The room was simply furnished, just a standard office, with two rows of desks placed opposite each other and a pathway in the middle leading to the next room.
Behind the desks were employees working in the office, staring expressionlessly at their screens, occasionally picking up a coffee from beside them, taking a sip, and then setting it down.
There was a door in front of and behind Wang, and close to him, there was a sheet of paper laid out with the rules of the ga:
[1. Features may have invaded this place; you need to observe the surroundings carefully and find anything out of the ordinary.]
[2. If you feel nothing is amiss, then please proceed to the next room.]
[3. If you feel sothing is amiss, then please step back, press the switch on the back door, and leave through the back door to the next room.]
[4. If your judgnt is correct, you will find the room number has decreased by one.]
[5. If you make a wrong guess, you will be sent back to Room 9.]
[6. Please reach Room 0 as quickly as possible—have a pleasant ga.]
After reading the content on the note, Wang found the ga to be quite simple.
It didn’t quite seem like a ga Fang Cheng would make.
Essentially, it was a dynamic spot-the-difference ga where the player had to rember the room’s layout to identify any abnormalities before choosing whether to progress to the next room.
But unlike static spot-the-difference gas, this one clearly required taking into account factors like ti and movent, making it more challenging.
However tough the challenge might be, at its core, it was still a spot-the-difference ga. Clearing it shouldn’t be too difficult.
“Who would’ve thought Fang Cheng would also make such a simple little ga. Looks like I’ve got a good shot at beating it tonight.”
Calculating the ti, Wang felt he could probably clear it in about an hour, which was just the right amount to fill the gap tonight.
So, he started his live stream and said to his audience who ca following the news, “Hey everyone, I’m Wang. How about live-streaming a new ga by Living Immortal tonight, ‘Room No. 9’?”
“Everyone knows who Living Immortal is, right? If you know, press 1, if you don’t, press 114514. Of course, we can’t rule out that the ga was made by an admirer of Living Immortal. Now, without further ado, let’s go.”
With his popularity, Wang’s live streaming room quickly gathered an audience, who began to understand the rules along with Wang and shared his opinion.
This ga, it didn’t feel very “Fang Cheng.”
According to their impression of Fang Cheng, he liked to create large-scale worldviews, embed Easter eggs, and design multi-tasking, multi-story gas with depth.
Even his simplest gas had a whole set of gaplay very different from this current spot-the-difference feel.
But since they were there, they decided to watch the ga together from Wang’s perspective.
Once he was sure enough people had gathered, Wang took a strategic sip of water and started to look around the room.
Since the Living Immortal had indicated that this place was being invaded by sothing peculiar, Room No. 9 might not be normal, and there might be its own abnormalities.
So, Wang didn’t head straight to the next room but decided to take action here and carefully observed each detail.
“The ti is 9 P.M., the movent of the clock is not abnormal, the style of the watch is fine.”
“There are a total of nine computers, four planners are present, we’ll note down their positions.”
“There’s a cat, the cat is locked in a cage, we’ll note down the cat’s fur color and actions. Next up is the status of the plants, the water dispenser’s location, the condition of the windows being opened, etc.”
After roughly morizing the situation here, Wang said, “Okay, I think I’ve got it.”
[Old Man, aren’t you going to take a screenshot?]
“Do you look down on my mory or what?” Wang said discontentedly, “Who do you think I am? I’m the man who can recite pi backwards!”
[Waiting for Old Man to crash and burn.]
“Crashing is impossible, it will never happen in this lifeti. Let tell you, by twelve o’clock at the latest, this ga will be cleared, just you wait.”
While engaging in light banter with his live stream audience to lift the mood, Wang moved forward.
After opening the door in front of him, he found a long and narrow corridor behind it.
As he stepped into the corridor, the door behind him automatically closed, and the door ahead opened, revealing the office space behind.
Above the door, the number “9” caught his eye, signaling that there had been sothing wrong with the previous room, but Wang hadn’t noticed.
“Indeed, the first room, Room No. 9, was not a so-called normal room; there definitely was sothing off about it. Let’s take a good look this ti and compare to see what a normal room looks like.”
Right upon entering, Wang noticed where things were amiss.
It had beco daylight outside.
He glanced at the clock on the wall and saw it was three in the afternoon; besides that, there was nothing else out of place.
After looking around for a bit, Wang said, in disbelief, “Don’t tell , Immortal, you actually think being at the office at 9 P.M. is abnormal?”
Slowly moving forward, when he noticed that the number on the next door had changed to 8, Wang went silent.
Not only him but also the viewers in his live stream fell silent.
After a while, soone finally spoke up: [I’ve just learned today that the difference between capitalists is bigger than between people and dogs.]
[If we’re hanging lanterns, then no matter what, I would let the Living Immortal go first.]
[Daily ntal breakdown 1/1]
[It’s ten o’clock at night now, and I’m still in the office working overti. When I saw that scene just now, I didn’t feel anything abnormal, I must really be sick.]
Just as the topic was about to head into an unspeakable direction, Wang Say Gas quickly said, “Alright, let’s just focus on playing the ga, let’s not discuss these serious topics. I find this ga quite innovative, so let’s continue.”
Entering Room No. 8, Wang first took a look around the entrance and found nothing wrong.
The viewers in the live stream also scrutinized for a bit, going over each detail, and similarly, they didn’t notice anything.
However, right at the entrance, Wang thought it best to check again, lest he crash here.
But the mont he turned his head, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and his whole body went numb.
Behind him, the four planners who were previously sitting in front of the computers had now stood up, silently appearing behind him, staring blankly at him.
The sound of breaking echoed in Wang’s ears, and in an extre state of fear, he couldn’t even react, just numbly watching the four planners in front of him.
Only after the initial fear subsided did he start shaking and knelt on the ground, and then he rembered sothing even more terrifying.
He had to escape out the backdoor!
But to get there, he would have to move past those four planners.
Why did I turn around?!
Yet, what was done was done, and Wang knew that it was no use saying anything now.
He could only make his way to the backdoor under the gaze of the four planners.
Finally breaking free from their range, he silently cursed the ga for lack of a running chanism as he moved towards the backdoor.
anwhile, footsteps sounded.
Evenly paced footsteps started behind him, growing louder and louder.
He could even hear the mixed breathing; the four seed to be right behind him, following him towards the backdoor.
At this mont, Wang felt like crying.
The fear he felt when controlled by “Spreading Traditional Culture Starting from ” ca flooding back, letting him know this ga was definitely a creation of Fang Cheng.
No one else could create a ga that was this terrifying.
Fang Cheng, I hate you!
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