To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Chapter 180: Chapter 132 Start Working Overtime (First Update)_2

Some targets that fell in the crime category could be completed on this day, considering all NPCs and items would reset by tomorrow, which led the player who aspired to be the Number One Evil Person Under the Heavens, riding the steed named Mukuai 1234, to run wildly. The rampage they went on was continuous, resembling an unleashed wild dog that acted recklessly.

Others chose to leisurely drift down rivers, singing songs with wine cups in hand, enjoying the lanterns hung high alongside the myriad of household lights, savoring the unique flavor of the New Year.

In the final countdown, Fang Cheng and Tian Xuan entered the game and arrived at the lakeside, where they saw tens of thousands of players gathered, each holding a sky lantern in their hands.

After getting a free one from an NPC, the two joined in the surrounding countdown silently in their hearts.

Five…

Four…

Three…

Just as it was about to reach two, a familiar voice rang out, “Fang Cheng, Tian Xuan, it’s you. What a coincidence.”

Turning their heads, Fang Cheng saw Xu Qingling’s character appear beside them, also holding a sky lantern she had just received.

Just in time, the countdown ended, and the sky lanterns took flight, filling the sky with red lanterns that, with the help of the wind, formed a sea of lights drifting into the distance.

Against the backdrop of a spectacle rarely seen in reality, Xu Qingling looked at the two and said with a smile, “Fang Cheng, Happy New Year.”

“Yeah, Xu Qingling, Happy New Year.”

Cheering erupted at that moment, and the scent of the New Year arrived along with the sound of firecrackers, making Fang Cheng feel that the New Year here was somewhat more interesting.

Apart from them, many players spent this special Spring Festival in the game.

Tang Mo, buried in reading ancient books within the game, smiled and nodded as he watched the fireworks burst forth in succession outside.

The Monkey, dueling with a Swordsman, was unexpectedly beheaded in one swift strike. Upon waking, he couldn’t help but laugh on the snow-covered hillside.

Qiu Yu and the Number One prison guard were practicing in their cell. There was no curfew today, ideal for a sneaky breakthrough that would astound everyone.

With different expectations and emotions, the past year ended, and the new one arrived.

The first day of the new year.

Mr. Fang, who slept until he naturally woke up, crawled out to make brunch only to find Fang Cheng and Tian Xuan, one big and one small, seated in front of the TV, rewatching the New Year’s Gala.

They sped up the video of the Gala to sixty-four times the normal pace, allowing them to watch it in less than four minutes, and they planned to keep watching it on repeat.

Heaven knows how many times they replayed it!

And are Immortals all so imperious? Watching shows at abnormal speeds means you’re watching without soul!

Fang Cheng was somewhat scary during this time in previous years, and now with Tian Xuan added to the scene, it made them seem even more eerie.

Especially because both of them sat motionless, not even blinking, their focused expressions were akin to the atmosphere of a horror film, causing Mr. Fang’s heart to race. He had to repeatedly remind himself that it was his son and foster daughter to calm down.

Even after over twenty years, this annual event was still a bit too much for him to handle.

Yawning, he realized it was already eleven o’clock in the morning.

Heading towards the kitchen, he was about to reheat last night’s New Year’s Eve dinner to use as lunch when he heard Fang Cheng pick up a phone call and respond with a nod, “Yeah, Happy New Year.”

“Alright, continue to work hard in the new year. You can just enjoy yourself in the Dimensional for some time now. Yeah, see you after the holidays.”

After chatting for a few more moments, Fang Cheng put down his phone, ready to continue watching the Gala, only to notice Mr. Fang staring at him in disbelief as if he had just seen something inconceivable.

“What’s wrong?” Fang Cheng asked, puzzled.

“Did someone just call to wish you a Happy New Year?”

“Yeah, a colleague from the studio, a lively one who’s not very old.”

“You actually talked a bit more! I remember you never wanted to say more than necessary on the phone, regardless of whether it was a man or a woman.”

“Because it usually takes them half a day to say half a word, which makes the conversation boring. Besides, they are our own people, so it’s okay to chat a little more.”

Mr. Fang stared at Fang Cheng with wide eyes, feeling his eldest son had changed quite a bit over the past six months.

He wanted to ask if Immortals could get sick, or if Fang Cheng might be ill, when Fang Cheng’s phone lit up again with an incoming call.

Asking Mr. Fang to hold his questions, Fang Cheng answered the phone and said, “Yeah, Happy New Year.”

“There’s no need to wash your hands before calling, just dial normally.”

“Okay, yeah, I understand.”

After chatting casually for a few more sentences, Fang Cheng ceased chatting with Xiao Douzi and then realized Mr. Fang’s expression had become even more astonished.

“You actually took two phone calls?”

“Yeah, is there a problem?”

“You actually know people? And they dare to call you?”

“…Are you being sarcastic?”

Mr. Fang was full of doubts; after all, Fang Cheng seemed approachable, but most people didn’t dare to get close to him.

Perhaps it was an instinctive feeling that they were on different levels; just encountering each other was a matter of fate, and they wouldn’t ask for more.

So, seeing Fang Cheng take calls one after another, Mr. Fang felt his eldest son really was different.

But what surprised Mr. Fang the most was yet to come.

After a round of phone calls, Fang Cheng looked at his phone and actually took the initiative to dial a number.

He actually took the initiative to call someone else!

Once the call connected instantly, even from two meters away, Mr. Fang could feel the nervousness of that girl on the other end of the phone.

“Yes, you dialed correctly, happy New Year.”

“The cat can do backflips now? I see, I’ll visit when I have the time.”

“The past year was hard work. Tian Xuan’s matter? She hasn’t spoken to me… Ah, merchandise for the healthcare profession… Yes, I understand, I know some channels for subcontracting, I’ll take care of that. The sales issue is yours to handle. Thanks a lot, Xu Qingling.”

After hanging up, Fang Cheng flicked Tian Xuan’s forehead, and she winced slightly and raised her head, then looked at Fang Cheng with tearful eyes.

“Don’t disturb your colleagues outside of work hours, apply and resolve matters during work hours. You’re saying she’s not a colleague but a friend? Hmm…”

Fang Cheng began to ponder the definition of colleague versus friend, but when he turned around, he saw another confused person had been added to the scene.

Standing side by side with a toothbrush in her mouth, Mrs. Fang’s expression synchronized perfectly with Mr. Fang’s, both wearing a look of complete bewilderment.

“Hold on, son, did you actually just call a girl?”

“Colleague.”

“Colleague? But I’ve never seen you take the initiative to call one! Explain more about this person! Are they human, or not some ancient deity, alien, or supernatural being, monster, or ghost cultivator? Never mind, it doesn’t matter, your parents are very open-minded, as long as it moves it’s fine.”

Looking at his parents starting their morning this way, Fang Cheng probably understood Huang Ping’s thoughts.

Sometimes, working overtime really is a good sanctuary to avoid family issues.

And so, he really did go to work overtime.

With Tian Xuan in tow, they stepped directly into the Mirror Universe, the Planting Grass Planet.

The players here had already handled Harvester Number Two, which was the latest model for the satellite factory here, and to overwhelm the players now, they would need to do so with sheer numbers.

However, the energy of the satellite factory was limited, making it challenging to crush the players through spawning more fighters.

But the online player count had also dropped, so a dynamic equilibrium was currently maintained.

Walking into the satellite factory, Fang Cheng found it close to shutting down.

The harvester could no longer harvest Spirit Grass, and everything in the factory began to grind to a halt, leaving the vast satellite factory temporarily in a state with no grass available, making everything even quieter.

After taking a stroll around, Fang Cheng and Tian Xuan were quite satisfied with the place.

The factory was massive and capable of processing various kinds of Spirit Grass. Although it was initially set up for pet snacks, it could actually produce different products based on the unique properties of each Spirit Grass.

Of course, at the core, they were still snacks, just snacks with special functions.

For example, some Spirit Grass with charging and discharging functions could be processed into edible batteries and then be used in various small toys.

Since these products are derivatives of Spirit Grass, a continuous supply of its source was needed, so players would have to help produce different functional kinds of Spirit Grass.

Moreover, the factory would need to relocate its entrance to its own planet, camouflage it appropriately, and set up Immortal Spells, among other things.

Calculating the workload, Fang Cheng realized it was quite substantial.

However, he felt it was worth it if it meant being able to promote Spirit Grass.

Come on, it’s time to start working overtime!