To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 572 - 331 The Game That Brings Joy_2

Chapter 572: Chapter 331: The Game That Brings Joy_2

Chapter 572: Chapter 331: The Game That Brings Joy_2

Some are located on snow-capped mountains, some in deserts. Although they have a history of several hundred years, the amusement parks here can still maintain their original appearance, which shows the technological level here was quite advanced in the past.

Zhou ZiYi was seeing such structures for the first time, and upon entering an amusement park with Fang Cheng, he became like a curious baby, finding everything new and intriguing.

However, after a while, Zhou ZiYi began to feel waves of chill rising from his tailbone, climbing all the way up to the back of his head, making him uncontrollably hug his own shoulders, yet he couldn’t alleviate the feeling.

Shivering, he said to Fang Cheng, “Heavenly Lord, it’s so cold here.”

“Not cold at all, the temperature here is locked at twenty-seven degrees, which is a very pleasant temperature.”

“But why do I feel so cold? It feels like there’s a constant stream of cold air entering and leaving my body, and I just can’t warm up.”

After staring at Zhou ZiYi for a while, Fang Cheng said, “You’re possessed by a ghost.”

“Heavenly Lord Fang, that’s not a funny joke. As a cultivator, how could I be possessed?”

“That’s not a ghost in the usual sense, but a product of the contamination of the Primordial Spirit. It has some peculiar properties, but more importantly, the other party has a higher cultivation level than you.”

Hearing this, Zhou ZiYi fell silent.

He always considered himself to be a bright and cheerful young man, always doing good deeds and never having any worries in life.

But today, he did.

Realizing that his cultivation was not even stronger than that of a ghost, he felt a strong blow, as if his previous cultivation efforts had gone elsewhere.

However, he quickly picked himself up and asked Fang Cheng with anticipation, “Is it an ancient ghost of a thousand years?”

“Not that long, probably around three hundred years.”

“Good, I win!”

Zhou ZiYi, who had inexplicably regained his confidence, stood up and asked Fang Cheng, “Then, Great Heavenly Lord, how should I deal with the problem on me?”

“No need to deal with it, it’s already gone.”

Zhou ZiYi then realized that the chill he felt had disappeared and his body temperature had returned to normal.

After patting his arm to confirm there was no issue, Zhou ZiYi asked doubtfully, “Great Heavenly Lord, what did that ghost want to do?”

“Obsession, you’ll see if you look.”

Zhou ZiYi felt as if his vision improved without seeing any action from Fang Cheng.

In an instant, a large number of figures appeared around him, with men and women, old and young, each dressed to the nines as if they were going to attend some event.

They were all pale, lifeless, and were looking at Zhou ZiYi and Fang Cheng with ink-like eyes, their inhuman gaze making Zhou ZiYi shiver once again.

Then Zhou ZiYi heard their voices.

To call them voices was not quite accurate; it was as if their voices were sounding directly in his mind, causing an array of sounds to fill his ears.

“I really want to ride the roller coaster.”

“Is the bumper car still being repaired?”

“The drop tower looks pretty scary, but I still want to try it.”

“Where did Daddy go?”

Listening to these voices, and seeing the old ghosts around him, Zhou ZiYi felt he was about to freeze.

Holding his Magic Artifact, Zhou ZiYi asked, “Great Heavenly Lord, what’s going on here?”

“I guess this place must be the entertainment district of the whole grid world, but for some reason, it suffered an unknown attack, and everyone perished in that attack. However, their obsession with wanting to play in the amusement park before they died remained, so it combined with the residual mana of the attack, resulting in what we see now.”

Knowing the situation, Zhou ZiYi’s fear gradually dissipated, replaced by a sense of desolation.

This was the base of the Immortal Assembly, but even this place had been attacked, so the prospects for the Immortal Assembly would likely be grim as well.

The thought of the Immortal Assembly they had been pursuing also encountering unforeseen calamity made Zhou ZiYi feel a tightness in his chest. Even the most optimistic person would feel dejected at a time like this, eventually sighing in resignation.

After sighing, Zhou ZiYi looked at Fang Cheng and asked, “Great Heavenly Lord, is there anything I can do for the people here?”

“Their lingering desire is to enjoy an amusement park, so as long as you let them have fun to their heart’s content, that will be enough. Therefore, constructing an excellent amusement park and allowing all the Primordial Spirits here to enjoy themselves should suffice.”

“What happens to them after their attachments disappear?”

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“A good question. The spells attacking this place are still lingering, and the dissipating Primordial Spirits will be absorbed by these spells, which will then use them as energy to activate the spells and continue to attack the next stronghold.”

Zhou ZiYi’s mouth dropped open, unable to believe that such a malevolent spell could exist in this world.

Instantly annihilating billions of people, then using their Primordial Spirits as fuel to attack another place, not even the most despicable Demon would commit such vile acts.

He then realized that the Primordial Spirits here could only be trapped, relying on their own obsessions to survive until they gave up, and then become fuel for the spell.

That is to say, no matter what they choose, their fate has been fixed.

“Heavenly Lord Fang…”

“I know what you want to say, I’m already working on it.”

Fang Cheng reached into the void and pulled out a mini-world, summoning it into existence right here.

This mini-world was dimly lit, with lanterns suspended within, twinkling like stars.

The world inside was divided into two parts, with an ancient bridge spanning across two pieces of land. On the other side of the land was a long river with white boats floating peacefully and serenely.

Seeing this mini-world, Zhou ZiYi was involuntarily drawn to the view on the other side, even feeling an urge to cross the bridge and board a boat.

“Don’t go over there. It’s not the mortal world, but the Reincarnation Land. Once you go there, it’s very difficult to come back.”

It was only then that Zhou ZiYi came to his senses, feeling frightened by what he had seen.

Fang Cheng continued to explain, “This is the Reincarnation Land I’ve setup temporarily. It has a higher status than the spells here. So, when the Primordial Spirits here lose their attachments, they will first come here and then enter the cycle of reincarnation again.”

Hearing this, Zhou ZiYi breathed a sigh of relief, but still asked in confusion, “Can’t we just destroy that spell directly?”

“I want to study it. The spell couldn’t have been the handiwork of the Demon Lord, as the Demon Lord needs a population to provide emotions, so they wouldn’t do this. This spell seems more intent on completely annihilating this place, so I suspect it is related to the mastermind behind the invasion of this world.”

Understanding Fang Cheng’s intention, Zhou ZiYi marvelled at how a Heavenly Lord’s thoughts were indeed on a grander scale than his own.

Knowing that the problem here was largely solved, he continued, “Then, Heavenly Lord, let’s build a huge amusement park and help these people let go of their attachments. In theory, as long as we create an amusement park that they find interesting, that should suffice, right?”

Zhou ZiYi felt this task shouldn’t be too difficult, but Fang Cheng’s response surprised him.

Fang Cheng sighed deeply and said in a melancholy voice, “This step might be the most difficult one.”

“Really? Don’t we just need to make something that they find enjoyable? I really like to chat, and I imagine they do too. So if I create something that allows for enjoyable conversations, wouldn’t that be enough?”

Zhou ZiYi was quick to act. Once he solidified his idea, he immediately set to work.

Arranging several chairs in the square, he polished each one until it shone, pushed open the rusted gates of the amusement park, and said to the waiting Primordial Spirits outside, “I’ve created a chat corner, come on over and let’s talk.”

According to Zhou ZiYi’s expectations, the Primordial Spirits outside should have responded en masse, coming up to have a good chat and then joyfully reincarnating.

But no matter how much he called out, they just calmly looked at him, showing no inclination to come in.

“Strange, it shouldn’t be this way.”

Witnessing Zhou ZiYi’s perplexity, Fang Cheng felt as though he was seeing his former self.

Yet observing this situation, Fang Cheng was struck with an idea.

Aren’t there always people who say games are lawless and detrimental things?

What if he handed over this place to players, letting them help fulfill these people’s wishes? That would be a deed full of merit, wouldn’t it?

A game where players create happiness sounded somewhat interesting indeed.