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

"Death! Endless destruction! Only when everything around has been completely slashed and felled could it be called fun!" —— Lumberjack.


"That must be some despicable scheme, playing with people's hearts, secretly manipulating them until they can't stop, to the point where they can't live without you." —— God of Writing.


"Rational investment, precise calculus, defeating one's competitors by any means necessary, and then guarding the fruits of one's victory with indifference and ruthlessness." —— God of Love.


"Tender protection, the ultimate enjoyment like a beautiful dream, without the need to ponder anything, letting everything return to a tranquil, eternal slumber." —— Grim Reaper.


Reading the feedback from these Little Heavenly Ways, Fang Cheng expressed that although he still wasn't quite clear on what was "fun," he was certain that the suggestions these fellows were proposing were definitely not fun.


Chapter 162: Confused! (First Update)_1