NOVPUBChapter 759: Chapter 426: The Economic System in the Game_1
Chapter 759 -426: The Economic System in the Game_1
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Fang Cheng randomly chose a player school to enter and found that things were completely different from how they had started.
Soft neon lights enveloped the school, grandiose architecture was everywhere, and under the majestic night sky, the laughter of Cultivators filled the air.
Fireworks burst into the sky intermittently, accompanied by grand music, while large holographic projections appeared in the air; afterward, sweet-looking female Cultivators began their passionate performances.
This place seemed lively and thrilling, perfect from any angle you looked.
The only flaw might be that it no longer resembled a school.
Silently observing everything, Fang Cheng felt a bit bewildered.
I asked you to run a school, but what have you turned it into?
Urban construction?
As Fang Cheng was lost in thought, a Cultivator flew past him and then, sensing something, turned around and eagerly asked, “This fellow Daoist looks unfamiliar. Is it your first time visiting the City of No Night?”
“What kind of name is that?” Fang Cheng asked, puzzled.
“Of course, it’s the name of this place. You look like you came here for some fun but don’t know where to start, right? Don’t worry, I’m a regular here, and I even have a VIP monthly pass, so I can take you around for a tour. I won’t charge you for Spiritual Energy, but if you’re going to spend here, can you list me as your referrer?”
Seeing Fang Cheng’s expression grow even more bewildered, the Cultivator muttered to himself, “Nice.”
Surely this is a Cultivator who knows nothing about this place. The commission I’ll get after bringing this person in will be even more.
So, he immediately explained, “Fellow Daoist, you carry yourself with such distinction; surely you’re no ordinary person. So, I won’t keep you in the dark. There’s an event in the City of No Night where each new person you bring reduces any future spending by 1%, up to 50% off. Once you hit the 50% discount, every new person you recruit earns you a Spiritual Energy reward, and that’s why I’m so enthusiastic.”
“Oh.”
“Moreover, there’s the idol meet-and-greet event; after bringing enough people, you can even meet your idol and convert it into idol points. You probably don’t understand what that means—it’s like, every idol has their score, and the higher the score, the more resources the school allocates to the idol. So, to support our idols, we fans need to be active and ensure they have enough opportunities to debut.”
“…What?”
“I didn’t get it at first, but the more I got involved, the more I realized how unique this place’s gameplay is—it’s quite addictive. Come, this is the idol I’m single-handedly promoting; isn’t she cute?”
Looking at the photo of the Cultivator with a cat-eared female Demon, Fang Cheng felt his mind spinning even more.
Confused, Fang Cheng asked, “You’re a right-path Cultivator, correct?”
“Yes, I am.”
“This is a female Demon, are you sure?”
“Right.”
“Then why have you become a fan of hers?”
The Cultivator sighed and said softly, “Wang Xiaomiao is actually quite pitiful.”
“I don’t care about that; I just want to know why you became a fan of a Demon.”
“I told you, she’s pitiful.”
Not wanting to continue the conversation with this Cultivator, Fang Cheng switched to another school, only to find the situation was a tiny bit better.
But it was only a tiny bit.
As soon as he entered, he saw a Cultivator slaughtering left and right.
Demons, evil Immortals, even the Demon Lord’s consciousness body—all fell beneath his blade in one sweep, looking quite extraordinary.
After half an hour of carnage, he leaned back, satisfied, and a staff member immediately came over to serve him a prepared milk tea.
Then a director came over to show the raw footage to the Cultivator, who, upon seeing his own impressive form on the screen, remarked contentedly, “Not bad. But I feel the acting skills of these Demons are still lacking.”
“The best actors have gone on to further training, so we could only arrange for first-rate nearly-top-liners.”
“I see… Well, I had fun, so pay extra!”
“Thank you, my lord!”
The Demons who had just been ‘killed’ also got up, thanked the big spender one by one, and then took their wages and continued to go back to studying.
Witnessing this scene, Fang Cheng felt it was utterly absurd.
He had always believed that as long as they were not the Demon Lord, some Demons still held the potential for redemption.
But he had never imagined that, in just one short month, the Cultivators here had become fully integrated into this setting.
After visiting a few more schools, Fang Cheng felt it wasn’t so much that they had done anything wrong but that everything was just a bit too outlandish.
In Dustfire, there remained an undertone of education, but most of it was overshadowed by material desires, completely unrelated to his original concept.
Looking at the scene before him, Fang Cheng returned to his studio with a puzzled look, only to find that the others were also playing Gardener Simulator.
Seeing Fang Cheng enter, Huang Ping instinctively thought to close the game but then remembered the studio didn’t prohibit gaming and stopped.
He couldn’t help it; previously at Tianyi, gaming wasn’t allowed, not even their own games, causing him to almost develop muscle memory for it.
He had even been fined for it once, although he protested that he was testing bugs for his own project team at the time. Nevertheless, the punishment stuck, leading to a C- in his end-of-year evaluation and not a single cent raise the following year.
