To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Chapter 287: 185: Regret of the Unfinished (Two More)_2

Chapter 287: Chapter 185: Regret of the Unfinished (Two More)_2

Fang Cheng began to understand when he thought of “Spreading Traditional Culture Starting from Me.”

“So that’s how it is,” he said.

Mr. Shen nodded in satisfaction, “Exactly, it’s good that you understand. Horror games can hardly be launched because they are bound to be complained about, and not just a few times. Moreover, if you’re the one making it, I’m afraid the complaints would reach the sky.”

“I see,” Fang Cheng replied.

“However, if you really want to make it, there’s a way around it. You could launch it overseas and then allow domestic players to access it through scientific Internet surfing methods, which could help you avoid a lot of trouble. I can help you with the necessary qualifications and procedures, so don’t worry about it,” Mr. Shen assured.

This option seemed feasible to Fang Cheng.

He had no karma with foreign players, and his main base was in China. In the end, he would need Chinese players to verify everything.

Thus, he could use foreign players to first test some of the games that he felt were a bit tricky, adjust them based on their responses, and then release them in China.

Therefore, he said to Mr. Shen on the other end of the phone, “Thank you, Mr. Shen.”

“You’re welcome,” Mr. Shen replied.

After hanging up, Mr. Shen felt in a good mood.

His student was progressing quickly, but it seemed that he, the old antique, had not been forgotten. This feeling of being needed was quite nice.

However, looking in the mirror, he once again contemplated his own problem and then realized he should have ordered some tea leaves.

As he was regretting, a text from Fang Cheng arrived: “Mr. Shen, I’ve acquired a batch of tea leaves and will bring them to you later.”

Upon reading this message, Mr. Shen couldn’t help but remark, What a good person.

With no more worries, he finally decided to get a haircut so he could enjoy the feeling of walking into the barbershop with his head held high and chest out.

Fang Cheng was also happy to have Mr. Shen’s assistance.

With the channel issue resolved and no further concerns, he could now use Mukuai as a guinea pig and then test his ideas.

Before writing online, he had written physical books, including a series.

While drafting those, the publisher, for some unknown reason, had asked him to write a particularly despairing series.

Normally, he would have ignored such unreasonable demands.

But they offered too much.

Two thousand yuan per thousand words, plus separate royalty fees— as long as the content was dark enough, scary enough, and filled with enough despair, he could write as much as the publisher wanted.

With no choice, Tang Mo complied.

He first wrote a novella to test the waters, which was highly praised. This novella was later adapted into the haunted house that Fang Cheng had played.

To earn money, he embarked on a novel, making the content increasingly bleak, which also increased his earnings.

However, after a while, he felt tired.

The texts written for money somehow felt awkward, especially as the emotions they contained were not what he wanted. This made writing become a form of torture.

Just as he was prepared to change his style and give everything a satisfying conclusion, the publisher suddenly said they had to terminate the contract and couldn’t go on.

The previous books were published haphazardly without follow-up, and his final ending was left with only an outline. He thought this series would vanish along with his dark past, but unexpectedly, Fang Cheng found it.

Fate was indeed unfathomable.

As one of the people who knew Fang Cheng best, Tang Mo liked “The Nameless” very much and believed his transmigration approach was one of the correct solutions in the game.

Now, having received an email from Fang Cheng, he mused that he truly was kindred spirits with Fang Cheng, even his old books were appreciated by him.

Thus, he replied promptly, “Sure, the publisher didn’t sign the adaptation rights with me, so the rights are still in my hands. I’ll send you the full text shortly.”

Looking at the electronic version, Tang Mo pondered for a moment.

After hesitating, he included the framework he had previously envisioned and sent it along to Fang Cheng.

As for why he did that, he didn’t know.

Maybe he also wanted his kindred spirit to help him complete the work he had left unfinished.