Chapter 79: Chapter 79 – The Change of the Light Spherel

The regular spot for Fang Cheng Studio’s team dinner remained unchanged, and Xu Qingling had even secured a VIP membership there. She no longer had to queue or book in advance, and could even request a specific chef to serve her. The quality of the food was consistently excellent. Wang Xiaoying was having such fine cuisine for the first time in her life, but she was too distracted to savor it.

Watching the trio of planners with their gloomy faces, she wanted to ask if they had any complaints about her, but she didn’t know how to bring it up.

Huang Ping and the others also ate sorrowfully.

As they ate, they sighed, which made Wang Xiaoying lose her appetite even more.

However, she soon learned why the trio was so upset.

After dinner, Fang Cheng said directly, “I’m really sorry for taking up everyone’s evening time. As usual, we’ll compensate with two days off, which makes it a four-day break with the weekend. Everyone should rest well during this period and see you next Monday.”

“Ah- ” Huang Ping heaved a long sigh, resigned to the inevitability of the situation.

“Ah!” Wang Xiaoying, on the other hand, exclaimed in surprise, not expecting Fang Cheng to be so generous.

She had already thought through the next promotional steps for “Quiet Cultivation,” but the forced rest left her feeling a bit anxious.

Raising her hand, she quickly said, “I don’t need the days off, tomorrow I…” “That won’t do,” Xu Qingling interjected, “I suggest you really take a good rest, and don’t think about work at all. By the way, The Nameless’s profit-sharing will be distributed evenly this time, with each person receiving a 3% share. Also, Wang Xiaoying, you…”

“I know, I’m an intern, so I don’t get any, right?” Wang Xiaoying immediately said.

“No, I forgot to make you a full-time employee. But that’s okay, you’ll still get your share, and we’ll handle the formalities for your full-time position next Monday.”

Wang Xiaoying wanted to ask more, but then, her phone beeped with an alert for a bank deposit, which made her eyes widen.

The current sales of the vapor for “The Nameless” reached 1.3 million, as the distribution of the new genre still needed time to spread, and future sales were expected to rise even higher.

Even so, a 3% share reached an astonishing 1.5 million, giving her savings of a million just from starting her internship.

Counting the digits of the numbers repeatedly, Wang Xiaoying was scared.

Having seen plenty of “Internship Bible,” she was prepared for the worst from an employer.

As long as the boss was only after her surplus value, she could bear it.

But here, with a high salary, high benefits, a good-looking boss who was also pleasant to talk to, and generous profit-sharing after the game’s release, she felt utterly unworthy of such a job.

Grabbing Xu Qingling’s sleeve, Wang Xiaoying, blushing and breathless, said, “Qingling, let me work overtime! If you don’t, holding this money feels like it’s burning my hands!”

“No can do,” Fang Cheng calmly explained from the side, “Money is trivial, your health is what matters most.”

“Then please take my mental health into account as well! Boss, you’ve given too much! Just let me work some overtime!”

“No,” Fang Cheng said gently, yet firmly, “Please rest well, and see you on Monday.”

After all, according to what was once said, Wang Xiaoying and the others were Fang Cheng’s Protectors.

Protectors were trusted companions whom Immortals rely on to understand the profound truths of the world, the people an Immortal trusts most. As long as they were diligent and devoted in assisting him, a bit of mortal wealth meant nothing.

Each person present was talented and fated to be with him. As long as they were committed to helping him, sharing the game’s profits was no issue at all.

Fang Cheng even considered whether to improve the drinking water at the office by collecting water from a planet with a Spiritual Spring, so that everyone’s physique could be better.

Waving goodbye to his colleagues, Fang Cheng walked to his apartment on foot. Upon entering the gated community, he found the book he had ordered had arrived.

After bringing home the several dozen kilograms of books he had purchased, Fang Cheng closed the door of his apartment, touched one of the books, and the characters within crawled out, transforming into a faint glow that entered Fang Cheng’s mind.

Having understood the content of that book, Fang Cheng then opened the next one and continued his understanding.

After reading all the books, he resumed his contemplation.

All these books were related to game production and included both the methodologies of some well-known domestic producers as well as memoirs of some renowned producers from abroad.

Different regions have different gaming styles; for example, Europe and America obviously lean towards driving, shooting, sports, and open-world games, favoring to use their impressive technology to simulate the real world, seeking an even stronger thrill.

Sakura Country appeared to be entrenched in its ways, aside from increasingly competitive artistry; many aspects were marking time, and even the game narratives, which were once a source of pride, had slightly regressed.

The most popular in the domestic market were still the microtransaction­heavy mobile games, and local manufacturers were indeed doing well in this area. Various design aspects perfectly matched the psychology of the players, making them unable to stop once they started spending.

Linking the content he had read with his understanding from this period, Fang Cheng realized he had gained some insight, but not much.

So, what should his next game be about?

He didn’t have many inspirations recently and didn’t have a clear direction for what to do next, but it felt somewhat wasteful not to do anything.

As he was pondering, a thought struck him that something had changed on the Spiritual Grass Planet.

Concealing his presence, he crossed through a black hole and arrived at the Spirit Grass Planet, only to find that it had dramatically changed.

Under Liuzi’s leadership, the players were planting grass daily, engaging in battle with the incoming harvest shuttles.

Although they were defeated every time, they were gradually able to take something from the shuttles.

Feeding these things to the Spirit Grass led to interesting changes in the plants; they altered and randomly manifested different traits.

Some traits might be regressive, but as long as there were evolutionary traits, they could obtain new Spirit Grass and then prepare new weapons for war.

However, previously, this place was filled with the oppressive atmosphere of pre-war, expressionless players tirelessly preparing for battle and facing the shuttles.

But today, the air was filled with a lively vibe,

Players in a variety of clothes were dancing joyfully, with all kinds of eye­catching moves abound, but no one cared about these anymore.

Because they had finally brought down the shuttle.

Even though there was still a technological gap with the shuttles, after repeated harvesting, they managed to narrow the gap to an extent and destroyed the shuttle with overwhelming firepower.

The once pristine shuttle was now riddled with cracks, and players continuously jumped onto it to take photos with the smoking wreckage, creating a scene of celebration.

“They actually won, huh.”

Looking up, Fang Cheng gazed towards the lunar base there.

After the destruction of Harvester 1, Harvester 2 was soon to be mobilized.

It had stronger firepower, faster speed, and a sturdier shell; he believed the players would have even more fun.

After all, the best reward for players after defeating a Boss was to give them a tougher one.

Just as Fang Cheng was confirming the situation here, he felt something trembling in his embrace.

Removing the item from his embrace, Fang Cheng saw it was a light orb from the guardian’s body on the Forest Planet.

Not restraining it, Fang Cheng released the light orb and watched as it surged towards the destroyed shuttle and then fused with it.