To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Chapter 387: 236 Remember Me (Part 2)_2

Chapter 387: Chapter 236 Remember Me (Part 2)_2

And the reinstated gods realized that even without the sects, their relationship with the believers not only hadn’t become distant but had actually become much closer.

This revelation made the Lord of Balance feel like sects were sometimes a cancer.

Meanwhile, the players were seeking ways to combine the welfare of gods and society. Various player organizations were trying their own assertions, creating a scene of blooming diversity within the Heavenly Tao network.

Upon seeing Fang Cheng’s arrival, the Lord of Balance was quite surprised.

He was about to introduce their current achievements when he saw Fang Cheng handing over a small USB drive.

“Great Heavenly Lord, what is this?”

“The final message from you Far Travelers.”

Fang Cheng’s choice of words made the Lord of Balance aware of the implication and filled his heart with countless sorrows.

He bowed silently and asked in a soft voice, “May I gather the other gods and their reincarnations to watch it together?”

“You may. And call Fei too; it also has the right to know. Also, the Iron Guard outside will send a representative you can receive.”

“Mhm, I understand.”

In the Land of the Gods, gods and their reincarnations once again gathered to watch the past of the Far Traveler.

Fei also appeared there, and Gong Gong brought the mobile Little Bear to the place. After briefly informing each other of their identities, they started to watch intently.

Among the animals and plants, the various leaders also convened; the demigods also selected their representatives to witness the Far Traveler’s final record.

It was the largest assembly in the history of the Heavenly Tao network. All parties sent their representatives, filling the originally serene Land of the Gods with figures.

But as the memories began to play, they fell silent one after another.

The stars in the sky were cleared, and the black heavens became the perfect backdrop. The memories of the Far Traveler were projected into the sky, for all to witness his final thoughts.

The little figure made of light bid farewell to Gong Gong and started to walk toward his destination, following his coordinates.

His pace did not seem fast, but he covered a tremendous distance with each step.

The Far Traveler, cloaked in a yellow cape, was not tall and looked much like a child. Yet, he continued toward his destination filled with hope, constantly muttering something along the way.

“Did I almost just die? The space collapsed three hundred years ago, right? Why is the aftershock only arriving now?”

“That flower is so beautiful, but unfortunately, it’s blooming on the edge of the collapse. I can’t pick it.”

“This stone looks pretty nice. Maybe I can take it back as a gift.”

“I wonder how the other brothers are doing. But the management system is still operational, so there should be no problem, I guess. Despite the quirks, that guy is quite reliable.”

“So bored. The previous Far Traveler walked too fast, and I couldn’t catch up.”

The Far Traveler did not feign profundity; he simply kept moving forward, sharing his emotions along the way.

Sometimes lighthearted, sometimes solemn, as the endpoint drew near, his tone increasingly grew tense and excited.

And when he stepped into the great hall, finding it completely empty, he did not speak another word.

After listening to all the sounds in silence, the Far Traveler remained quiet for a long time but ultimately carved his own name into the walls of the great hall.

It was only at this moment that those left behind realized what the Far Traveler had done.

Some began to weep softly, and others looked up and sighed.

The Lord of Balance wiped the tear from the corner of his eye and, looking at Fang Cheng, said, “Great Heavenly Lord, we are beyond words in our gratitude for the news you have brought. Thank you, Your Excellency, the Heavenly Lord.”

“I accept your thanks.”

“Thank you. It’s rather presumptuous of me, but I want to ask, what can we do for him?”

“Help me turn their stories into a game to commemorate them.”

Hundreds of Far Travelers, each with a moving past, each deserving to be remembered.

Once Fang Cheng unfolded their memories, the gods began to work on these recollections.

They created specific music for each Far Traveler’s past, cut away the overly monotonous parts from the Far Traveler’s experiences, and distilled their splendid past.

The game’s system was simplified as much as possible according to Fang Cheng’s requirements; ideally, the entire game should have its own atmosphere, and if possible, not even dialogue was needed.

Hundreds of Far Travelers’ stories were completed within a week, and when the final product was finished, Fang Cheng tried it out and discovered that these gods seemed not very adept at making games.

Fang Cheng considered himself still a novice, but he could see that the game system created by these gods was clumsy, lacking any study of interaction. Apart from the music and the captured scenes, it was almost worthless.

But Fang Cheng felt pretty good about it.

The gods had filled their technical shortcomings with their passion, turning the Far Travelers’ remembrance and reverence for others into the drive to act, allowing them to complete the game with a hundred percent enthusiasm.

A mix of various emotions made the game hefty and profound—it was a unique game and one that was almost impossible to replicate.

Without waiting for the Lord of Balance to ask, Fang Cheng, after experiencing the game, nodded and said, “It’s good, the game is really good.”

It lacked gameplay as such, mainly consisting of walking along a path and then listening to different Far Travelers tell their own stories, expressing their state of mind.

With a copy of the game, Fang Cheng returned to the studio and handed the USB drive to Wang Xiaoying.

Seeing the USB drive Fang Cheng passed to her, Wang Xiaoying asked in surprise, “Boss, did you make a new game?”

“I merely initiated it, making it localize a bit, that’s all. Most of the work was done by another team.”

“Another team? How long did they work on it?”

“Quite a while, almost a thousand years, I guess.”

“Huh? Boss, you’re joking again. Do they need Huang Ping and the others to adjust it?”

“No need, it’s already perfect as it is.”

And when Wang Xiaoying tested it later, she blinked hard to keep the tears from falling.

This game was too bizarre, wasn’t it!

It was clearly evident in many aspects that the game was made by novices, and some parts were even a bit abrupt, but why did it make people want to cry?

Suppressing the urge to cry, she asked, “Boss, what is this game called?”

“‘Remember Me’.”

“Okay, I got it.”

Upon Fang Cheng’s instruction, the game was released for free.

Though the producer was still Fang Cheng Studio, the game clearly stated that it was the work of another studio.

The game’s icon was casual and relaxed, and the game’s tag was labeled as [Walking Simulator], but who knew where it might end up deviating this time.

And when players entered the game, they were surprised to find that the tag was actually accurate this time!

Fang Cheng, you’ve changed!

Many players lamented while others speculated it was a random anomaly and that things would return to normal next time.

But even more thought it was a Blinding Method, that Fang Cheng would soon feign an attack and use an Easter egg in exchange for everyone’s ‘666’.

Wang Say Games agreed with the latter.

After seeing the game’s promotional material, he became interested in it.

From the graphics, it was clear that the game was one focused on personal expression, and its artistic value was sure to be high, capable of revealing many interesting insights on analysis.

Once the game officially launched, he immediately downloaded it and then entered the game.

Upon entering the game, the soothing music began to play.

The music was light and pleasing to the ear, sounding like the wind blowing over a wheat field, or like drizzle falling into the water, the rustling sound like a spring flowing through the heart, making one feel utterly relaxed.

And when he chose to start the game, he found the screen started to darken.

According to the game’s introduction, there were several opening sequences, and the one the player first encountered was chosen randomly. After completing one round, one could experience other Far Travelers’ stories.

When the screen lit up again, he found himself standing in a vast wheat field.

The wheat field stretched as far as the eye could see, and the afterglow of the sunset tinged the wheat with golden edges.

In the hazy light and shadow, the sound of a flute arose; a child draped in a cape stood in the distance, playing the flute and quietly watching Wang.