Chapter 361
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Chapter 361: Virtual Illusion Game
As soon as Master Qianling heard this, he immediately slapped his thigh.
"I wondered why the Star Ships sold by the Heavenly Refining Sect looked so familiar," Master Qianling suddenly realized.
"Grand Elder, can you modify those giant beast race warships here?"
"My cultivation is still shallow; I can’t even finish modifying my own giant beast race warships, let alone help others," Xu Fan replied, shaking his head.
"Alright, I’ll go talk to the Heavenly Refining Sect soon about the spirit stones they’ll take for my Star Ship," Master Qianling said through gritted teeth.
After that, Master Qianling ordered a batch of Celestial Watchers from the Hidden Spirit Sect and left with his group.
"It seems we need to speed up our plans," Xu Fan said.
In the Tianchi Nation, all the common folk moved forward following the direction indicated by the clouds in the sky.
A middle-aged butcher led his family of four through the crowd towards the next food distribution location, where it was said that the buns were made using heavenly treasures.
The middle-aged butcher walked bareback, his broad shoulders akin to a tiger’s and his waist as sturdy as a bear’s, with his trusty butcher knife hanging at his side. He pushed a cart on which his elderly mother and beloved son sat.
"Niu Ge, do you really think what the court says is true? Are monsters really coming to eat us if we don’t move?" said a plain-looking middle-aged woman beside him, her face etched with deep fatigue.
They had been on the road for three consecutive days.
"You can doubt the court, but you must heed the words of the statue," the middle-aged butcher said, pointing to the arrow in the sky, which marked their guiding direction.
"Mom, come up; I’ll walk for a while," said a bright-eyed little boy.
"Tiger, you stay seated; I’m not tired," the middle-aged woman replied with a smile.
"Mom, come up; I want to walk on the ground," the little boy said as he jumped down from the cart and followed his father.
"Grandma, make some room for my mom," the little boy said to the elderly woman who dozed on the cart.
The cart was small, barely able to fit two people besides their luggage.
The elderly woman shifted slightly and fell back asleep, allowing the middle-aged woman to climb aboard.
The little boy looked at his father pushing the cart and took out half a quality bun and some jerky from his pocket.
"Dad, eat these," the little boy said.
The middle-aged butcher looked at the little boy with affection.
"Tiger, why don’t you finish the food given to you by the immortal?" the butcher asked, looking at the quality bun and jerky in the little boy’s hands.
"I don’t need to walk and I eat less."
"Dad, eat this so we can hurry along and see what the immortal’s city looks like," the little boy said excitedly.
Just then, a strange cry pierced the sky as a Strange Bird with wings extending several meters dove toward the crowd below, targeting the little boy by the side of the middle-aged butcher.
Fear flickered in the butcher’s eyes, but he still shielded the little boy with his body, drawing the butcher knife from his waist.
The middle-aged woman sitting on the cart got up, ready to shield the little boy beneath her.
At that moment, a loud boom rang out, and the Strange Bird’s head exploded. Just as the bird’s body, propelled by inertia, was about to crash into the family, a protective shield enveloped the area.
The Strange Bird collided with the shield.
At that moment, the people who had come to their senses dropped to their knees, shouting for the immortal to show themselves.
The little boy and his family knelt on the ground, expressing their gratitude to the immortal for saving their lives.
Just then, a Nascent Soul Stage puppet appeared, pushing the corpse of the Strange Bird as it soared into the sky.
The little boy, still kneeling, looked up in the direction the puppet was flying and caught a faint glimpse of an enormous Giant Ship.
“Dad, I want to become an immortal too,” the little boy declared with determination, a brief flash of lightning flickering in his eyes.
"Alright, if we ever meet an immortal who’s taking disciples, I’ll take you with me," the middle-aged butcher said with a smile, his racing heart finally calming as he glanced at the bloodstains on the ground.
A day later, the little boy’s family of four finally arrived at their destination—a wide road stretching hundreds of meters across, with crowds of people moving steadily along it.
The little boy, the only one in the family who could read, pointed to the roadside signs and said to the middle-aged butcher, "Dad, if we follow this road for another hundred miles, we can take the immortal’s carriage to the Giant City."
"Really? Are we finally there?" the middle-aged butcher asked, his exhaustion from the long journey evident, but his spirits lifted.
The whole family cheered with relief and joy.
In the underground space of Hidden Spirit Island, Xu Fan was busy controlling the Iron Mischief Monkey, teaching the little spider some abilities while chatting with Grape.
"Grape, the common folk have all gathered—over ten billion of them. Food isn’t an issue, but how do we manage them?" Xu Fan asked.
He knew that when millions of people were left idle, trouble was bound to arise.
Suddenly, several light curtains appeared in front of Xu Fan, displaying Grape’s proposed solutions. The main idea was to use its immense computing power to assign tasks to everyone, ensuring each person had something to do every day.
Xu Fan shook his head. While Grape’s computing power was vast, he didn’t want to waste it on such a mundane task.
Then, an idea struck him—he remembered a web novel about virtual games he’d read in his past life.
"Grape, can you create a virtual online game that can accommodate over ten billion people?" Xu Fan asked excitedly.
"Make it modular—no need for real data scans like the trial tower."
"Running simulations now. Please wait, Master," Grape replied.
An hour later, Grape finished the simulation and presented a detailed plan to Xu Fan.
"Add a feature to identify talented individuals and link their consciousness to puppets. That way, they can complete tasks for us in the real world."
"This will allow those with battle talent but without spirit roots to shine," Xu Fan added.
"And…"
Once he started, Xu Fan’s ideas flowed endlessly. He talked about game mechanics, the transition from the virtual world to reality, and even future plans for a small world.
He spoke for hours, his excitement palpable, before finally pausing.
"That’s enough for now. We can add more ideas later."
"Turns out, I have a knack for game design," Xu Fan said with a grin.
Three days later, Xu Fan held a game helmet made of spirit iron in his hands.
"Is the Production Line ready?"
"One hundred production lines are operational, capable of producing fifty million helmets daily," Grape reported.
"Once we’ve made enough for one billion, start distributing them. Prioritize the young, and you can handle the rest," Xu Fan instructed.
After giving his orders, Xu Fan placed the helmet on his head.
"Let’s see how Grape’s game turns out."
He closed his eyes, allowing the illusion formation inside the helmet to connect with his mind.
In an instant, Xu Fan found himself standing in a small village, surrounded by the sounds of birds and the scent of flowers.