Chapter 957: Chapter 524 New Gods Chapter 957: Chapter 524 New Gods The moment to reach further into the distant sky had finally arrived.

A massive number of players gathered at the launch center they had constructed, staring in awe at the vast array of battleships before them.

These battleships were built little by little by the players, each builder having invested considerable time and energy, and now it was time to reap the rewards.

Fang Cheng Studio’s official account had activated live stream mode, and numerous game streamers had also arrived to record this thrilling moment in their own way.

According to Gong Gong’s description, a massive gravitational tide would burst forth from Origin Land, the powerful gravity giving the battleships a strong traction force that would allow players to easily leave and fly towards Origin Land.

However, knowing they were not strong enough, the players’ goal was not the Origin Land, but to use this gravitational force to carve an arc and reach the Octopus Star opposite them, then secure the Octopus Nuclear Bombs there.

The plaza of the launch center was filled with players, and numerous Cultivators floated in mid-air. They would be the first crew to board the ships and head deeper from here.

The other players would upload their information and turn themselves into beings akin to Photonic People, adventuring into the depths of space in this form.

This arrangement was necessary because the acceleration brought by the tidal gravity was terrifying; ordinary players would be torn to shreds by the first wave of the tide, while only Cultivators could withstand this force.

Once the speed stabilized, however, they could be “remade” and then continue playing.

Some players had already discarded their physical bodies, saving their consciousness in containers provided by the Photon Starpeople. During this time, they couldn’t act and could only watch this gaming world’s grand event through the various streamers’ broadcasts.

Not only was it the players, but even the wait for the gravitational tide was broadcasted on various platforms, looking quite impressive.

Without filtering the barrage, every live video would be absolutely filled with comments, making it exceptionally thrilling to watch.

The reason was simple, the graphics of the game were incredible, appearing very realistic.

The huge battleships blocked out the sun, thousands of meters long, standing like giant guns reaching towards the sky.

Massive celestial bodies swept across the sky, the twisted time and space making the scenery here magnificent and strange, possessing a surreal beauty distinct from reality.

Numerous Cyber Cultivators walked through the air, countless players lined up to upload their data, and from time to time players burned their own merit just to release a huge firework at this moment.

What surprised some astronomy enthusiasts was that there was a certain pattern to the movements of the celestial bodies here. The creator didn’t assume when creating these trajectories but genuinely simulated a set of celestial paths, the attention to detail making one admire that Fang Cheng Studio really deserved its current top-tier status, even small details were meticulously crafted.

The movie-grade visuals were full of impact, and the onsite streamers broadcasted the game’s visuals from various angles, making the event feel like a grand science fiction feast.

Even those who did not play Nebula were looking forward to the sight of the battleships ascending later on.

However, unlike the bustling scene outside, Wu Wei and Hakurei Silver Dream sat in their office, seemingly insulated from the outside world.

The office faced the battleship launch site where tens of thousands of battleships were ready, the dense scene resembling a steel forest, making Wu Wei once again marvel at the enormous project they had completed.

Gently swirling his wine glass, Wu Wei took a light sip of red wine, quietly savored it, then spoke, “It tastes bad. Why do we have to drink red wine here? Can’t we have some Coke with ice?”

“Stop messing around, you’re ruining the atmosphere,” Hakurei Silver Dream, who was lying on a lounge chair beside him, responded, “I’ve always wanted to cosplay a certain moment, and red wine is essential. Later on, play along with me; I want to say, ‘It’s all the world’s fault.'”
“You want to cosplay too much! You’ve mixed everything up!”

“Don’t worry about it! Just play your part as a small prop, consider it your salary for working for me this time.”

“Alas, maybe I’m really destined for a life of toil.”

With no choice, Wu Wei could only indulge Hakurei Silver Dream’s whims while waiting for instructions from Gong Gong.

He knew the guild leaders were preparing to deal with him, and he also knew that the guild leaders knew that he was aware of their plans against him. Now, however, their conflict had been laid out in the open, and a confrontation was inevitable.

As the commander, Wu Wei had performed brilliantly in his post.

He had been diligent and devoted, managing to keep a colossal project alive, gaining immense prestige in the process.

If they didn’t exclude him now, then the plans of the guild leaders would turn into Wu Wei’s solo stage, which wouldn’t fit their later schemes for benefit distribution.

He could be a totem, a symbol, but he could not be a living person.

He couldn’t board the ship.

Realizing this, Wu Wei felt this position was indeed refining. Before, he wouldn’t have thought so deeply.

What surprised him even more was that a game could also give rise to a feeling of political maneuvering.

But since it was a game, everyone’s methods of dealing with opponents were somewhat more straightforward, but it seemed reality was not much different.