Chapter 508 So That’s It

Looking at the childhood data, Wang Xiaoying smiled very happily.

The power of feelings is incredibly powerful, and the game "Childhood" perfectly captures players' yearning for childhood, and allows players to restore the scenes of childhood as much as possible through detailed settings, thereby elevating the game to a new level. high.

The interactivity of the game is fully demonstrated here, and the almost free childhood gameplay makes this game full of different childlike fun.

Previously, Lao Wang said that the confrontation between the game and the old fox also added a lot of topicality to the game. The old fox's final self-destruction brought a lot of golden quotes, which also made "Childhood" further out of the circle.

And because of the gameplay of "Childhood", it is estimated that the gameplay of this game will become the benchmark for emotional simulation games for a long time, and it will be mentioned by people in a few years.

Wang Xiaoying can imagine that a few years ago, a game area UP had a very serious title: "Old games from a few years ago, actually hides the entire childhood", and then started to use this title to constantly compare each other.

The only pity is that Childhood currently only supports the domestic version. Overseas players cannot substitute in no matter how they substitute, but the boss doesn't care at all.

Looking at Fang Cheng, who rarely appeared at the work station, the smile on Wang Xiaoying's face gradually disappeared.

My boss's eyebrows are a little narrower than usual, which shows that my boss is not in a very good mood at this time, so he should not smile so happily at this time.

But there are not many things that can make the boss feel bad. The only thing that can make the boss frown is the situation of the game, and this is not something she can understand.

Pulling Lin Feng who was curled up aside, she asked in a low voice: "Lin Feng, what do you think is wrong with the boss?"

When Wang Xiaoying touched her, Lin Feng shivered like a brown bear who discovered that he had given birth to a baby.

Smiling nervously, she glanced at Fang Cheng, and then whispered, "I don't know."

"The boss seems to be in a bad mood. Do you think it's because what you want to express has been misunderstood?"

Following his previous habit, Lin Feng put his head on the table, looked sideways at Wang Xiaoying and said, "It's possible, but I'm not sure."

"You are the gameplay planner. What do you think the boss is struggling with?"

"There are many possibilities. After completing a game, game makers will play it again and again, listen to the opinions of other players, and then review their own games. Some gamers use this method to find game models that are easier to make money, while some people I am constantly verifying myself through this method to see if these works convey my own voice.”

These words made Wang Xiaoying very interested.

She is a game operator, so the game is a commodity in her eyes, and she is naturally concerned about the commodity attributes of the game.

But this does not mean that she does not value the artistry of games. After all, games are the ninth art, and the artistry of games is also an essential part of games.

After thinking for a while, Wang Xiaoying said to Lin Feng: "So, do you think the boss feels that he has been misunderstood?"

"I don't know. I just analyzed it based on my thoughts. Maybe the boss is thinking about what he will eat for lunch today?"

"Don't think so, I feel like it's not artistic at all. I feel like the boss's thinking has transcended the level of games and reached the realm of art."

"Feel the same."

Different from what the two analyzed, Fang Cheng didn't understand his true thoughts at this time.

It stands to reason that he can now rely on the red dust fire of "Childhood" and directly achieve enlightenment and ascend.

But he felt like he didn't want to.

Looking at the pure red dust fire of his childhood, he thought about the cause of his mood, and then gained nothing for a short time.

After frowning and thinking for a day, he got off work and went back to his apartment to cut the spiritual grass. Then he meditated in his apartment and thought about this problem.

And when Zhiyi Tianzun wanted to ask Fang Cheng for advice, he found that the inside of Fang Cheng's apartment had changed.

It’s quite unbelievable that a Great Heavenly Lord doesn’t live in Cave Heaven Paradise, but lives in an ordinary apartment.

After seeing the situation inside the apartment, Zhiyi Tianzun found that the place had become completely different.

An endless sea of ​​consciousness spreads out inside the narrow apartment. On the calm sea, ideas are constantly rising up, and then they are grabbed by giant hands and taken to the top of the clouds.

Looking at this sea of ​​consciousness that was like the vast wilderness of the universe, Zhiyi Tianzun once again confirmed the unfathomable depth of the Great Tianzun.

As a thought kept rising, he felt himself rising continuously, and then he saw Fang Cheng sitting in the air above the sea of ​​consciousness, with a large number of thoughts arguing below him.

From time to time, the Heavenly Sound of the Great Dao sounded around them, and the purple energy of the Heavenly Dao appeared out of thin air as if it was free of charge, making Tianzhi Zhiyi extremely greedy.

Even Tianzun longs for these purple energies, but it is incredible that they can be produced on their own here in Fangcheng.

Seeing Zhiyi Tianzun coming here, Fang Cheng temporarily put aside his thoughts, looked at Zhiyi Tianzun and asked: "Zhiyi Tianzun, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing. I just found out that many new Tianzuns recently said that they found the remains of the Demon Lord, and they were all killed in one blow. The surrounding Demon Sons and Grandsons were also completely dead. Do you have any clues?"

"Oh, I did it. I forgot to tell you."

"It's okay. I probably guessed it was you. That's all I need to know."

Tianzun Zhiyi turned around and wanted to leave, but before leaving, he couldn't restrain his curiosity and turned around and asked: "Great Tianzun, what are you doing?"

"There are some things that I can't figure out, so I think about it and ask about the situation."

"Then Great Heavenly Lord, you might as well tell me that although my cultivation level is not good and my thinking is dull, as the saying goes..."

"Can you put it more simply?"

"Sorry, old habit. I mean, I want to hear it."

Fang Cheng looked at Zhi Yi Tianzun and felt that the light of gossip seemed to flash in his eyes.

However, it didn't matter if he talked to the other party about this kind of thing, so he expressed all his thoughts and then asked: "Zhiyi Tianzun, what do you think?"

Zhiyi Tianzun thought for a long time and had a vague guess.

But this guess was so outrageous that he couldn't believe it.

Noticing that Zhiyi Tianzun's expression was constantly changing, Fang Cheng knew what Zhiyi Tianzun was probably thinking, so he asked gently: "But it doesn't matter."

After sorting out his thoughts, Zhiyi Tianzun looked at the huge square city in front of him, and then said: "Great Tianzun, if my guess is correct, you seem to be expecting those players to do something."

"It's impossible, I never expected anything. How is it possible...wait a minute."

As soon as Zhi Yi Tianzun finished speaking, Fang Cheng found that his sea of ​​consciousness was constantly boiling, and a large number of thoughts emerged from the bottom of the sea, causing his emotions to change greatly.

Looking at the thoughts rising on the sea, Fang Cheng knew that he had been stabbed.

He is really expecting the players to do something.

He really didn't expect anything before. After all, he was strong enough from the beginning of his cultivation. Almost everything developed according to his vision, and there was never any deviation.

Even the emergence of the total consciousness was under his control, and he dealt with it casually without even treating the other party as a real opponent.

An ancient existence like the Dream Demon Lord cannot make him have any fluctuations. At most, when the opponent is not dead with one palm, he will sigh that the opponent's skin is quite thick, and then give the opponent another slap.

Even for ascension, he felt that he had to do it, but in fact he had no expectations for it.

But now, he found that he actually had some expectations for the players.

What was he expecting?

The enemies and heretics have left, and the game itself is almost stable. In this game environment that develops according to his ideals, what else is he looking forward to?

"What am I still expecting?" Fang Cheng said to himself.

"With all due respect, you seem to be expecting players to cause trouble."

"How is that possible! I hate those guys making trouble the most. After all, every time they make trouble... wait."

The entire sea of ​​consciousness was boiling, and various thoughts continued to emerge, filling Fang Cheng and Zhiyi Tianzun with Fang Cheng's thoughts.

Looking at the various thoughts, Fang Cheng knew what his true thoughts were.

Sighing, Fang Cheng stood up, walked step by step to Zhiyi Tianzun, and patted him on the shoulder: "Zhiyi Tianzun, I owe you this one time."

Zhiyi Tianzun looked at the equation blankly, and then became elated.

The favor of the Great Heavenly Lord has been rubbed off on me!

With this favor, even if I fall into the devil's path and become a demon, the Great Heavenly Lord will take action to get me back.

In other cases, you don’t have to worry about dying. As long as you want to, you can do whatever you want!

Suppressing his excited heart with trembling hands, he said sincerely: "Great Heavenly Lord, you are serious in your words, but I don't know what you expect the players to do, so please forgive me."

"It doesn't matter, I'll ask the experts."

Then, Fang Cheng's figure disappeared.

Exiting Fang Cheng's sea of ​​consciousness, Zhi Yi Tianzun flew towards his coffee shop, flying faster and faster.

After confirming that no one was looking at him, he burst into hearty laughter and shouted: "Wuhu! Take off!" while flying towards the pass world.

Although it is a bit late now, Teacher Shen is still playing the game hard.

He is also a teacher at Tianxiong Training Center and goes back to take classes from time to time.

Over the years, although the students he has trained are not as dazzling as Fang Cheng, some of them have established a firm foothold in the game industry and have their own development direction.

The new batch of students are about to graduate. They made their own games with enthusiasm and gave these games to Teacher Shen for inspection.

Every game has various errors, but Teacher Shen's task is not to attack them, but to find the shining points in these games and find jobs suitable for them.

After playing a new game, he heard his cell phone ring.

After seeing who the caller was, he answered the call with a smile and said, "Fang Cheng, what's the matter?"

"Teacher Shen, I have a question. I'm vaguely expecting players to cause trouble in my game. What's going on?"

Teacher Shen looked at the phone in confusion, wondering why Fang Cheng was struggling with this issue.

But immediately, he figured it out.

Everyone has their own struggles, and everyone is different.

What seems weird to you may seem like a normal thing to others, but sometimes, some great ideas are hidden in these ordinary things.

Teacher Shen didn't know why Fang Cheng thought of this problem, but he didn't make a fuss. Instead, he walked to his balcony, lay on the deck chair, and looked up at the stars.

He probably guessed that Fang Cheng was facing a very critical problem, so he needed to think clearly about the nature of the problem and then give Fang Cheng the answer he could.

He knows that his ability to make games is not as good as Fang Cheng's, but decades of experience in the game industry have given him his own understanding of games, and this understanding will become the experience of the next generation and continue to be passed on.

Looking at the night sky, he suddenly thought of an explanation.

Everyone will have at least one opportunity in their life to impact the world.

It might be an unintentional word, it might be a meaningless act of kindness, it might be an accidental trip.

This opportunity may or may not let you know.

He just appeared and disappeared suddenly. If there is a world after death, then there must be a cinema there, which will play the moment when they changed the world. It will be played repeatedly for people to enjoy it over and over again.

I don’t know why, Teacher Shen feels that now is that moment.

Fang Cheng on the other side of the phone knew that Teacher Shen was thinking, so he didn't speak but waited quietly.

I don’t know how long it took, but Teacher Shen finally spoke: "Games are an art, and art must have something it wants to express."

"Um."

"Compared with other arts, games have a very prominent feature, that is, it is a living work of art that can grow. It will constantly make adjustments based on player feedback. It is a breathing work of art. Even if Even if the creator dies, the work of art will continue to live on with the players, and will continue to release new vitality because of the players' shaping."

Listening to Teacher Shen's words, Fang Cheng thought quietly and then nodded.

As Teacher Shen said, there are many old games. Even if the manufacturers have given up updating the games, there are still many old players who continue to update the game mods because of their feelings, allowing them to continuously inject new blood.

"Civilization", "Heroes", "Warcraft"...

They are all decades old games, but there are still people who are constantly updating them and making them richer.

It can be said that the game is a living art. As long as one player remembers it, it will live on.

Teacher Shen knew that Fang Cheng was also thinking, and after he thought for long enough, he said: "Games are works of art cultivated by developers and players. The two are indispensable and complete together."

At this point, Fang Cheng knew what he was expecting.

He is looking forward to players continuing to inject new blood into the game, and he is looking forward to working with players to help each other and make the game more interesting.

After thinking about it, Fang Cheng smiled softly.

So that’s it.