To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 559 - 325: The Person Who Can Make the Whole World Cry (Part 1)_2

Chapter 559: Chapter 325: The Person Who Can Make the Whole World Cry (Part 1)_2

“So what should we do?” an old man asked.

“For the time being, there’s no good solution. One feasible method is to carve out a new path to those worlds ourselves. However, the coordinates of each world need to be found again, a process not only time-consuming and labor-intensive but also potentially subject to sabotage by the enemy, making it an ineffective method.”

“How about beheading?” a player asked, “It seems that someone has discovered his sleeping chamber coordinates. We should initiate a beheading operation.”

“Agreed,” another old man said, tapping his smoking pipe, “That’s how we used to do it, find his location, and then overwhelm it with lives.”

“It’s not feasible either,” Black Tech said unhurriedly, “According to my analysis, the situation this time is different, the damage caused by the opponent is stronger than before. From what I’ve read in previous books, he must have completed some kind of ritual that gave him a physical body. The new body allows him to move freely, rather than being confined to a single place. This makes him able to move around, and once he finds himself under attack, he can just find a place to run.”

“He can move freely now!” Taoist Chankong asked in surprise.

“Yes, he was previously trapped in a fixed location and couldn’t move. But now it’s different. Additionally, the new body allows him to cultivate, though from what has come out thus far, his cultivation speed isn’t fast, probably due to poor talent.”

The statement from Black Tech sent the local residents into silence.

Previously, their battles with the demon greatly relied on beheading operations.

After confirming the new location of the enemy, they would continuously go there for close-range assaults, each time sacrificing many of their kin.

These were necessary sacrifices and their mission, but with the enemy now able to move freely, this tactic had become almost ineffective.

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A moving demon was much more difficult to handle than a stationary target.

As Black Tech revealed more about the demon’s circumstances, the faces of the local residents grew worse.

While seeking help from the Great Heavenly Lord was an option, this was their own crisis, one that they did not intend to confront unless absolutely necessary.

As the discussion went on, various opinions were raised, only to be dismissed one after another.

The enemy’s abilities seemed insurmountable, and it seemed they had no choice but to be surrounded by a demon, gradually being eroded.

The meeting had been going on for half a day, and yet no viable plan had emerged, and the meeting had reached a deadlock.

Just as Taoist Chankong felt that today might not yield any results, Xiemen Waidao suddenly spoke up, “Everyone, please be quiet, I have something to say.”

“Are you going to shake us up again?” Taoist Chankong said with annoyance.

“No, I truly have something to say.”

Clearing his throat, Xiemen Waidao said, “Everyone, our current problem is that the enemy doesn’t want to fight us, but rather focuses on secretly getting stronger, right?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Then, can we force the enemy to come to us?”

The new idea was enlightening, but then someone said, “In theory, there’s no problem, but why would the enemy obediently come to find us?”

Another person added, “Right, the enemy can now flee at will, and we can only passively take blows. How can we make the enemy come to us?”

“Gentlemen, think about it, don’t we have a way to force the enemy to come see us?”

Seeing the smug Xiemen Waidao, the players knew this scoundrel must already have his own idea.

He was strutting about, clearly enjoying the process of manipulating everyone. This guy’s hobby was as deplorable as ever.

However, Xiemen Waidao didn’t prolong the tease and went straight to the point, “Have you all forgotten about those statues we obtained?”

Everyone was initially stunned, then enlightened.

The statues could summon the demon, and for the demon to come here was not without cost—it required the consumption of black water and his accumulated emotional power.

Previously, he could use the erosion of small worlds to make his summoning cost lower than the loss of his avatars, making the method largely beneficial with minimal drawback.

But knowing that there was a drawback meant that all other advantages were practically nonexistent!

“Xiemen Waidao, you really are a talent!”

“I’ve always known this guy was smart.”

“Xiemen Waidao, when it comes to doing bad things, you really are a genius!”

“I raised you with all the hardships, dealing with both pee and poop, and it wasn’t for nothing.”

Looking at these guys, who can’t say anything nice, Xiemen Waidao realized they just didn’t know how to give compliments.

But maybe they were doing it on purpose. After all, he did the same when he praised them, so this was just them getting even.

The Demon Lord statues collected by the players were quickly delivered, and the disciples of the Sect of Ten Thousand Laws, led by Black Tech, began their research on the items, giving their findings the next day.

Gathering everyone again, Black Tech said, “Our research shows that these statues indeed are capable of summoning demons. Just give it a little catalyst, and it can directly summon the other party.”

“Is it compulsory?” one of the players asked.

“It’s not, but we can make it compulsory. The specific method is a bit complex. If you’re interested, I can explain it in detail. That is…”

“No need for that, just give us the results. I don’t feel like sleeping tonight.”

“Same here, it’s too early for me.”

“Could you talk about it in the evening? I’ve been suffering from insomnia lately.”

Black Tech looked at these players helplessly, a rare expression of regret crossing his face.

The principle was actually quite interesting.

However, he was always accommodating, and since the players didn’t want to listen, he wouldn’t trouble others.

And in response to requests from others to record a copy, he agreed as well, saying he would make it and send it to their emails shortly.

After dealing with these trivial matters, he concluded, “Liuzi.”

“I’m here.”

“Could you draw something cheerful? We need to turn these drawings into magic artifacts and use them as offerings to summon the demon.”

Hearing this request, Liuzi breathed a sigh of relief.

Drawing comedy was his recent forte, and his new short story had received favorable reviews at the editorial meeting of “DUMP,” so he believed his work would be satisfactory.

However, after he showed his drawings, everyone fell silent.

Noticing the unusual expressions on everyone’s faces, Liuzi asked in confusion, “What’s the matter, isn’t it fun?”

“It’s fun, more interesting than most of the short stories I’ve seen, but well, it’s just so-so compared to your tragic stories,” someone responded.

“Indeed, your character drawings are quite good, and the plot is impressive, but it’s just average compared to your tragedies,” another remarked.

“I still prefer your talent in tragedy. It’s not that you’re bad at drawing comedy, but compared to your tragic talent, it’s just so-so,” a third commented.

“If I hadn’t seen your tragic short stories, I would definitely have given this high marks. But unfortunately, I have, so I can only give an average rating,” a fourth added.

“It’s usable, and it can summon the demon, but it feels like it’s missing something.”

Narrowing his eyes at these people, Liuzi realized there seemed to be something wrong with everyone here.

Doubting their words, he sent electronic versions of his tragic and comedic short stories to editor Zhongshan, who almost instantly replied.

[Mr. Liu Liuzi, I apologize. I always thought you should focus on the niche of comedic romance, but I was wrong. Your talent in tragedy is unmatched; after showing it to people in the editorial department, nine out of ten cried, and the other one cried to death. Now, please immediately expand this short story into a full-length piece. Thank you, Mr. Liu Liuzi!]

[Please keep drawing, thank you.]

After reading Zhongshan’s message, Liuzi sighed.

Well, I accept it.

If it’s tragedy, then let it be tragedy.

Now, I’m going to make this world weep!