Kapitel 22: Chapter 22 You're the Test Subject Now_1
Night.
After eating the sauce meat cooked by his father, Fang Cheng did acupuncture and cupping for his parents, and took their pulse to make sure there were no issues, before he finally lay down in bed and soon fell asleep.
However, after he fell asleep, a glowing human figure identical to Fang Cheng walked out of his body and floated in midair.
Different from the Fang Cheng on the bed, the figure wore a Daoist robe with a square scarf on its head, appearing clean and detached from the mortal world, like an exiled immortal.
Fang Cheng organized his form and said to himself, "It's been a long time since I used my Primordial Spirit to travel. I feel a bit unaccustomed."
The Primordial Spirit has no physical form, being composed only of countless Divine Senses. Although its power of destruction is not as great as that of the physical body, it is more sensitive to the psyche and dreams of others.
To the Primordial Spirit, the walls around were almost non-existent, allowing Fang Cheng's Primordial Spirit to move freely through these places.
He flew directly to the next room, where he saw his parents deep in sleep.
Both were sleeping soundly in bed, but bubbles were emerging above their heads, clearly representing their current dreams.
In Mrs. Fang's dream, Mr. Fang and she were playacting aboard the Titanic, spreading their arms on the deck and shouting, "I am the king of the world."
It actually looked quite romantic.
In Mr. Fang's dream, however, the scene was completely different.
The daytime events had turned upside down: Mr. Fang was resting on the sofa, while Fang Cheng and Mrs. Fang were diligently serving him tea and water.
After watching for a while, Fang Cheng felt their dreams were of no value and casually connected the two dreams together before flying out.
Hovering outside in the night sky, Fang Cheng began to overlook the entire world.
The Primordial Spirit can enter dreams, and in a state made up entirely of Divine Senses, dreams have become a small world that one can freely traverse.
Everyone dreams when they fall asleep, the difference being that some dreams vanish without a trace upon awakening, while others leave fragments of words behind to be savored.
Furthermore, dreams are also a perception and a precursor to the surrounding environment. The body can sense danger unconsciously and display it in dreams, which is what is known as a precognitive dream.
In the millennia past, ancestors would also descend into the dreams of their favored descendants to warn or instruct them, which is what is called an ancestral dream.
But now, the once-active myriad of heavenly gods and immortals had vanished without a trace, and the lonely spirits and wild ghosts also had fled completely.
What on earth had happened during these thousand years?
After inspecting dream after dream, Fang Cheng finally stopped in a room.
In the room, a centenarian lay in bed, clutching his chest and groaning continuously.
His dream was as dark as ink, with many terrifying things swirling within, tormenting him with certain things from the past.
Fang Cheng scanned the old man's dream with his Divine Sense and nodded, finding that his fears stemmed from some folk customs of his hometown.
When he first encountered these customs, he probably didn't feel their terror.
But upon retrospect and recollection, a deeply unsettling feeling arose.
Over time, past memories became blurred and entangled with fragmented and false recollections, ultimately forming the root of his nightmare.
Extending his hand, Fang Cheng turned his finger into a sword and directly slashed through the old man's nightmare, pocketing the dark nightmare afterward.
The massive dream was like a black cloud, but once pocketed, it shrank to the size of a sesame seed.
Dreams are intangible, able to expand or shrink; that is what makes them fascinating.
After Fang Cheng left with the nightmare, the old man's expression finally settled into peacefulness.
Years of nightmares dissipated, replaced by sweet memories that brought a relieved smile to his wrinkled face.
Before long, the even sound of snoring began, leading him into a tranquil sleep.
Having claimed his first spoil of war, Fang Cheng continued on, slicing through one dark dream after another, storing them in his pockets.
By cutting down the nightmares of various elders across the country, it wasn't long before Fang Cheng harvested a large collection of dreams related to folklore.
He wished to promote traditional culture, so he had to search within his own country, as it was impossible to find a suitable world to transform elsewhere.
After collecting tens of thousands of nightmares, Fang Cheng began the task of filtering them.
He crushed some overly absurd nightmares directly, slightly modified the more suitable ones, and then kept them.
Once he had enough samples, he processed them again, then connected these dreams to birth a vast Dream World.
By infusing the Dream World with Mana, Fang Cheng was pleased to see it operating orderly.
Within this world, there were a multitude of NPCs.
Although these NPCs were conjured by others' imaginations, they still possessed their own logic and could produce some basic responses.
However, since the world was an amalgam of multiple dreams, there were bound to be conflicts in some details. Nevertheless, the dreams had their own error-correcting logic, so there shouldn't be any major issues.
Players in this extensive Dream World could interact with various NPCs to learn their stories and thereby discover traditional folk knowledge and the underlying cultural significance.
One could imagine that after players gained a vast understanding of folklore through such immersive experiences, they would surely be touched by the nation's traditional culture and enjoy learning new knowledge.
Hence, the theme of this game should be "Education".
Hopefully, there would be no disasters this time.
With his Primordial Spirit returned to its place, Fang Cheng used an Immortal Spell to encapsulate the game, then contemplated the packed 5MB file.
In the previous game, people complained it was too small yet its effects too spectacular, making it seem problematic.
He didn't mind suspicions about himself; after all, as an Immortal, such trivial doubts were inconsequential.
But if others discerned something was amiss, realizing he was no ordinary person, their motives for playing his games would surely be impure, ultimately affecting his path to enlightenment.
Reluctantly, he had to enclose some of the dreams in his own program and randomly added several large but essentially useless files to the installation package to finally reach a size of six hundred MB.
Looking at the bloated game files, Fang Cheng felt it should now be problem-free.
The next step was to find someone to test the results and see how well it worked.
Xiao Douzi and Xu Qingling were resting, and a good boss's basic principle is to play dead during rest times—unless they're actually dead, don't disturb the employees.
Mr. Fang and Mrs. Fang were not interested in games, and having them play would yield no insights.
After much consideration, Fang Cheng finally thought of a suitable guinea pig.
He logged into Bilibili, searched for the person's Bilibili account, and saw the signature in their profile stating, "Wang Say Games, accepting rants about bizarre games."
Since they had already expressed a willingness to rant about odd games, he figured he might as well let them test it.
Kapitel 23: Chapter 23 This game... is not right_1
Wang Say Games has been a bit annoyed lately.
The treasure game "Princess Dungeon" was clearly first discovered by him, but he hardly reaped any benefits from it.
It's not that he got nothing, it's just that he was a bit unskilled, and other "European Emperors" with their incredible gaming skills feasted abundantly, while he failed to catch much in the later stages, and didn't even gain many followers.
Seeing them make money was actually more painful than losing money himself.
I was here first, so why didn't I get the biggest slice of the cake?
Although he was still in the first tier of streamers, the longer he stayed in the business, the more he felt like he was walking on thin ice.
Aside from a few exceptions, there are very few streamers who last more than three years.
Most streamers eventually fall into the lifestyle section, doing streams like "Try Not to Laugh Challenge," "Freeloading Challenge," and "Reading Comments" to ride a wave, and then comfortably retire on their sloppy earnings.
But as a game uploader who still has some ideals, Wang Say Games feels he can't go on like this.
"No way, what kind of gig should I take on next?"
Right now, it's almost 8 PM.
This is his scheduled streaming time, but he can't think of anything to stream today, so he can only resort to his traditional talent, the art of transformation.
Today, I am the "king pigeon," I'm skipping out!
Just as he was about to skip today's update, he noticed that he had a new message on the site.
Living Immortal: "Are you there? I've recently developed an educational type game that promotes traditional culture and folklore. Can you help test and roast it?"
8 PM, a new game, a message from a stranger.
All these factors combined gave Wang Say Games a premonition that he was about to sense an element of surprise.
Usually he's the one making a scene, but it seems like today someone's turning him into the spectacle.
However, this is good too.
He's been too engrossed in "Princess Dungeon" lately and hasn't roasted a bad game in a while.
So today, it's perfect to try out a new game, change the pace, and give the fans something fresh.
So, he immediately replied, "Sure, please send it over. But just to ask beforehand, can I use your game for streaming?"
"You can."
"You should know my style. I might use some aggressive language during the stream. Can you handle that?"
"No problem."
Although Wang can be quite verbally aggressive during streams or videos, he's actually a pretty decent person at heart.
Before roasting any small games that people send him, he makes sure to communicate with the game developers to ensure they are not overly sensitive, then he begins.
Shortly after, the 600MB game was sent over.
Looking at the size of the game, Wang couldn't help but think of Fang Cheng's game and couldn't help but muse, "People really shouldn't be labeled the same, how did Fang Cheng manage with such a small file size?"
While waiting for the game to download, Wang set up the streaming equipment and connected a heart rate monitor to himself.
He already had a feeling that this game was probably a horror game, because who sends out healing games at night, right?
And the heart rate monitor was a good tool, the audience loves to see him with an accelerated heart rate, dry mouth, and screaming.
But who is Wang, anyway?
He's the kind of guy that even female ghosts take a second glance under their skirts at.
Sadako is his dream lover, and the nurse from Silent Hill is his ultimate idol.
Afraid? That doesn't exist for him.
Time was just about right. Wang put his live broadcast and the game screen on the same display, then he started today's stream.
No sooner had the stream opened than a bunch of loyal fans had already swarmed in.
"Wang, coming to feed us again, huh."
"What's on the menu today? Slide into my mouth first, give me a show of four dishes and a soup."
"Listen to me, Wang, your true calling isn't streaming, it's cooking."
"My takeout has already arrived, just rice mixed with rice, waiting for Wang to deliver the rest."
"Bugger off!" Wang said annoyed, "At least I was once in the gaming industry, and a professional player, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, a professional poker player. Classic plays like holding four twos with both jokers, only someone as 'professional' as you could pull that off."
The audience burst into laughter, filling the live chat with a lively atmosphere.
Wang couldn't be bothered to stoop to their level.
Opening the game, he said to everyone, "Today, let's critique a game, a new one made by a friend of mine."
"Isn't this friend actually you?"
Ignoring the hecklers' comments, Wang continued, "I just got this game. It's called 'Traditional Culture Starts with Me'..."
After a moment of silence, Wang said helplessly, "No, what kind of game title is this! Who did you learn this naming style from? You think you're Fang Cheng or something?"
After a sigh, Wang went on, "Alright, enough about the name. Let's get into the game. The graphics... not bad! Probably modded from another game, right?"
To better fit the dream world atmosphere, Fang Cheng had specifically applied an Immortal Spell filter, making the game's visuals ethereal and dreamlike.
Upon entering the game, Wang was not greeted with a tutorial but found himself directly in a narrow room.
The first-person perspective of the game meant there was no sight of the protagonist's hands or feet, not even a shadow could be seen.
Looking around, Wang noticed the game's graphics were quite exquisite, conveying the sensation of the late eighties and nineties.
An old electric fan spun overhead, a green fridge hummed, the simple concrete floor was pocked with dents and dips, and even quotes from great people were plastered on the walls.
All this instantly transported Wang, of Wang Say Games, back to the eighties.
"Impressive detail," Wang couldn't help saying, "But still the rookie mistake of no tutorial."
No sooner had Wang finished speaking than a "squeak" made his eyebrows twitch, sensing something was about to happen.
The bedroom door was pushed open, and a kindly-looking old man appeared at the door, "Kid, your grandpa's got to go out for a bit. You just play around near the house, and come back when it's time to eat. But remember, no matter who talks to you, don't answer. Don't eat anything outside, only eat what's at home."
"Don't look in mirrors, don't play with water, don't touch sharp things. And no matter what, don't go into grandpa's room, got it?"
The old man looked kind and gentle, and his tone was very warm.
But for some reason, when Wang saw him, he felt an indescribable eeriness.
It was like seeing someone in a dream, someone incredibly familiar yet impossible to recall who they were.
Before Wang could figure it out, the old man had already closed the door, his footsteps slowly fading away.
After pondering for a while, Wang walked to the door, then silently stepped out.
Outside was the living room of the house, opposite which was a room with a lock on the door, evidently grandpa's room.
Everything seemed so ordinary, even cozy, but something didn't sit right with Wang.
This unease seemed to come from some instinct, making him think more and more, and the more he thought, the more terrified he became.
Finally, someone in the live chat spoke up, "Did anyone notice that when Wang left the room just now, the door made no sound?"
A chilling realization washed over Wang, sending shivers down his spine.
This game... something's off!
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