Pigeon by the Window

I, Fang Cheng, an Immortal.
Although I had developed many hit games, there was one question I never quite figured out.
Games, why are you fun?

To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

The actions of the players were in no way disguised.


They appeared openly and carried out spatial jumps boldly, like an imperial army advancing relentlessly in the wake of Lady Tragedy.


When encountering blocks from other races, they would inform them of their purpose, uninterested in anyone but Lady Tragedy.


But if the other party insisted on intercepting, a warning would be issued first, and then, they wouldn't hesitate to attack.


It was then that these folks would realize what these ten massive spheres represented.


They were the result of the squirrels breaking through their technology tree, the pinnacle of ancient technology, with terrifying force fields that shrugged off most attacks and a recovery rate so fast they could swiftly reassemble even after being shattered.


Its core weighed just one kilogram and could move randomly within celestial bodies, enough to make Satellite-level Beasts think twice before approaching.


Chapter 158: The Despair of the Disparity in Strength (Three Updates)_1