"What would the editor do?"
"As long as I can produce better work, he'll do it. Okay, I'm going to finish the ending now; you guys go on without me."
Watching Liuzi, convinced by Xiemen Waidao, then log off to rush his draft, Mukuai 1234 and Goddess of Art's eyes widened, suspecting that there must be some unspeakable secrets between the two.
Sometime later, Mukuai 1234 said to Xiemen Waidao, "Even if you have time to do this, it's still not worth it. Spending tens of thousands of years on something you won't complete even in death, aren't you taking a game's simulation content too seriously?"
"If you're not serious about playing games, then what aspire to do?" retorted Xiemen Waidao disdainfully.
"What you're saying! Apologize to all the people around the world who don't play games!"
"No, I'm amoral, I like to stir trouble, bite me, idiot. And I'm not fighting alone; I have other considerations," Xiemen Waidao responded provocatively.