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

[About a month, I reckon. This has got to be the longest boss fight in gaming history, a gang of us pounding away for a month before we finally took it down.]


[It didn't die, it fled. Does this mean we have to fight it again?]


[Good grief, I'm utterly gobsmacked. The best reward for a player after a hard-won boss battle is a repeat performance, huh?]


[Quit talking, I can't make heads nor tails of where we are now.]


The prolonged battle had permanently wrecked the environment here, causing players to tumble into an entirely new location due to countless space-time fragments.


This was a corner of the Land of Dao Certification, yet it didn't seem to be the space-time they knew.


Before them, a gigantic block had come into existence due to the fragments of space and time, a block that appeared to connect all its temporal iterations, allowing it to shuttle between different space-times.


Chapter 551: Farewell, Boss (The End)_2