Chapter 925: Chapter 506: So That’s How It Is Chapter 925: Chapter 506: So That’s How It Is Looking at the data of “Childhood,” Wang Xiaoying couldn’t help but smile joyfully.

The power of nostalgia was incredibly strong, and the game “Childhood” perfectly struck a chord with players’ yearning for their younger days, allowing players to restore scenes from their childhood to the greatest extent and thus elevating the game to new heights.

The interactivity of the game was fully showcased here, with the nearly free-form childhood gameplay filling the game with a unique childlike charm.

The previous rivalry between Wang Say Games and Old Fox had added a lot of topical interest to the game, with Old Fox’s final self-destruction leaving behind many memorable quotes and further increasing “Childhood’s” popularity beyond its initial circle.

Due to the gameplay of “Childhood,” it was expected that for quite a while, this game’s style would become the benchmark for nostalgic simulation games, the kind that would be brought up years later.

Wang Xiaoying could imagine, in a few years, a game channel’s content creator earnestly crafting a title: “An old game from years ago, hiding an entire childhood,” and then starting to babble on and on under that headline.

The only pity was that “Childhood” currently only supported the domestic version; overseas players simply couldn’t immerse themselves in it, but the boss didn’t seem to care at all.

Seeing Fang Cheng, who seldom appeared at his workstation, Wang Xiaoying’s smile gradually faded away.

Her boss’s brows were less furrowed than usual, indicating that his mood wasn’t very good, so it was best not to look too cheerful at that moment.

However, there weren’t many things that could upset the boss; the only thing that might cause him to frown was the game’s performance, which was beyond her understanding.

Pulling aside Lin Feng, who was curling up, she whispered, “Lin Feng, what do you think is going on with the boss?”

Touched by Wang Xiaoying, Lin Feng trembled like a brown bear that had just found out she’d had a baby.

With a nervous smile, she snuck a glance at Fang Cheng and whispered, “I don’t know.”

“Do you think the boss is in a bad mood because the content he wanted to express was misunderstood?”

Lin Feng, following her usual habit, pressed her head against the table, looked sideways at Wang Xiaoying, and said, “It’s possible, but I am not sure.”

“You’re a gameplay designer; what do you think the boss is struggling with?”

“There are many possibilities. Game creators play their own games repeatedly after completion and listen to other players’ opinions, then scrutinize their games. Some people in the industry use this method to find more profitable game models, while others continuously seek validation of their work, checking if they have communicated their voice.”

These words intrigued Wang Xiaoying.

As a game operator, she saw games as a product, and naturally, her focus was on the product aspect of games.

However, this did not mean she did not value the artistic nature of games; after all, games are The Ninth Art and their artistic value is an essential component of games.

After some thought, Wang Xiaoying said to Lin Feng, “So, you think the boss feels misunderstood?”

“I don’t know, I just analyzed it according to what I thought. Maybe the boss is pondering what to have for lunch today?”

“Don’t think of it that way; it sounds entirely un-artistic to me. I feel like the boss is contemplating something that transcends the realm of games, reaching into the domain of art.”

“Agreed.”

Contrary to their analyses, Fang Cheng himself hadn’t figured out his real thoughts.

In principle, he could now ascend to a higher realm by taking advantage of the Dustfire from “Childhood.”

But he felt somewhat reluctant.

Looking at the pure Dustfire from “Childhood,” he pondered the reasons behind his feelings but couldn’t come to any conclusion quickly.

After a day of furrowed brows in thought, he left work, went back to his apartment to prune the Spirit Grass, and then sat in meditation, contemplating this issue.

When Zhiyi Heavenly Lord came to seek advice from Fang Cheng with questions in mind, he discovered that Fang Cheng’s apartment had completely changed.

It was already incredible that a Great Heavenly Lord lived in a common apartment instead of a Cave Heaven and Blessed Land.

Upon seeing the inside of the apartment, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord found that it had become completely different.

An endless Sea of Consciousness stretched out within the confines of the narrow apartment, ideas rising continuously from the calm sea surface, only to be grabbed by a huge hand and taken above the clouds.

Observing this Sea of Consciousness that resembled the primordial universe, Zhiyi Heavenly Lord reconfirmed the Great Heavenly Lord’s inscrutability.

As a thought kept rising, he felt himself ascending until he saw Fang Cheng, sitting in the air above the Sea of Consciousness, with countless thoughts arguing incessantly below him.

Occasionally, sounds of the Heavenly Tao would emerge around them, and Heavenly Dao Purple Qi seemed to materialize out of nowhere, making Zhiyi Heavenly Lord especially envious.

These purples Qi, even coveted by a Heavenly Lord, seemed to generate spontaneously around Fang Cheng, which was truly inconceivable.

When Zhiyi Heavenly Lord arrived, Fang Cheng temporarily ceased his contemplations and looked at Zhiyi Heavenly Lord, asking, “Zhiyi Heavenly Lord, is there something you need?”

“It’s nothing in particular. I just notice that recently many New Celestial Honors have reported finding the body of the Demon Lord, and all were killed with a single strike, with their demons and grandchildren dead without exception. Do you have any clue about this?”