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

After dumping all the trash, the spaceship quickly left, not wanting to linger here at all.


And the thing that could change the player's destiny was just ahead.


Following the path built out of the mountain of trash, Monkey knew that any other route was useless at this time.


He was bound to be guided to the middle of the junkyard, where the piece of iron was located, and upon seeing it, it struggled to start up, then spoke in a stiff and haughty tone, "Kid, come over here."


"Hey there, handsome, come over here, would you?"


He had played the story mode many times already, but he hadn't reached the designated spot yet, so he shouldn't be hearing any other voices.


Moreover, this voice sounded somewhat frivolous, completely different from the voice of the Artifact Spirit he remembered, which left him confused.


"I'm on your right side, look to the right, yes, right here, see me?"


Chapter 211: The Easter Egg Appears (Part 3)_2