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

"I feel like at this time, we should be evenly matched, both of us beaten to a pulp and then lying together looking at the stars. That's more in line with how I'm feeling right now."


Skyscrapers once filled the city, but it was now indented with a hundred-meter-deep pit, and Wang's mecha was smashed to the ground by a blow from the Ape Demon Mech.


Spider-web-like cracks spread outward, and Wang, positioned at the center, was shattered into pieces, with engine coolant splashing everywhere. Only the cockpit remained intact.


The Ape Demon Mech squatted in front of Wang's cockpit, scratching its head sheepishly and said apologetically, "Sorry, you charged at me so directly just now, I couldn't help but strike. How about we go again? I promise I'll go easy on you this time and let you last a full five minutes."


"Can't you be a little more sincere! You're not supposed to say you're going easy! Shouldn't you make me happy with the tenderness of an unassuming spring rain?"


Chapter 207: Unable to Protect (First Update)_1