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

Clutching the book of artwork, Short Tail was flipping through it, utterly engrossed.


Art pieces in this world were truly scarce.


Most of the surviving artworks had suffered extensive damage, and their owners considered them treasures, not permitting even copies to be exchanged.


But now, to be able to admire the artwork in his hands up close, Short Tail felt as though he was in a dream.


The book was substantial and well-made, and holding it, one could feel its reassuring weight and the profoundness brought by the art.


Upon turning the first page, he was delighted to see figures and elegant attire playfully complementing each other, every line breathing artistry that drew him in, rendering him unable to pull away.


Desiring to package it as attractively as possible to make money, although the book contained only six paintings, the craftsmanship was exquisite, exaggeratedly so to maximize profits.


However, Short Tail was completely unaware of the two players' ulterior motives.


Chapter 169 I'm the Judge (Two more)_1