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 setting foot on the soil of the new planet, Pingping still felt a bit uncomfortable.


She had just resurrected from the "hard drive," and her body had only been created for five minutes, requiring some adjustments in many aspects.


Digital life and physical life are two different types of existence, although it was quite interesting to stay in the battleship's keyboard, the sensation of having a body was clearly more three-dimensional.


Her legs, long-unused, were a bit itchy, and the new Treasure Prosthetic Body was more sensitive than ordinary prosthetic bodies, producing more vivid sensations.


Walking on the ground covered with fallen leaves, Pingping felt like the Little Mermaid who had just gotten legs, unable to help but sigh that it was indeed good to be alive.


After indulging in her sentiments, she began to observe the environment here.


Chapter 540: The Wise Being Without Wisdom