Chapter 162 The prehistoric world is not about fighting and killing!
Thinking of this, Pan Pipa has completely entered the state.
"right!"
Pan slammed his hands on the table.
"I'll just make a fighting game!"
He grinned and jumped up excitedly as if he was on fire.
“Fighting games don’t require you to immerse yourself in any emotional role.”
“No plot, no cutscenes, no sentimentality required!”
"You just choose a character, enter the battlefield, and start fighting!"
As he spoke, he flipped open his notebook and started the memo in three seconds:
Type: 2D horizontal version of the fighting game
Features: Fragments of the ancient times + outrageous health + explosion effects + no moral ethics
What kind of grappling techniques, counter-attacks, sword swings, and positioning strategies do you want to learn?
Sorry, this isn't a 90s arcade.
Now this game is about,
The "Star Picking Hand" will pull you to the void outside the sky with a slap, and directly hit the screen to see meteors flying around and the sky shattered!
The "God-killing Gun" ripped half the map apart with one shot, and the world turned upside down...
"Blood Sea Nether Lotus" directly counterattacks the damage, self-destructing a thousand drops of blood and counterattacking three thousand!
No logic, just momentum!
Jiuying's ultimate skill is Hunyuan Burning Sea. Half of the map is burning in flames, and the other half is flooded by waves, randomly transforming the battlefield environment.
"Right, right, right, right! This is what we call fighting!"
The more Pan Pipa thought about it, the more excited he became.
He wrote down the memo densely in one breath, muttering as he wrote:
"The battle must not be dragged out! We must fly into the sky, dive into the ground, and escape into the void!"
"The skill's range needs to be huge! It should feel like the sky is collapsing and the earth is cracking! All the impact, cracking sound effects, visual vibrations... bring it all on!"
"We're not fighting fists and feet! We're sending the seasons spinning with one punch! We're tearing through the barriers of space with one move!"
"Health? Right, right! Then it can't be that stingy 100 points!"
"One hundred thousand HP per person! One punch takes away a thousand!"
Pan Pipa has completely entered the state.
He opened his prototyping software and started sketching the first version of the interface.
"The character selection interface can be made in conjunction with 'Misguided Path'."
"The background music is war drums + beast roars + ancient roars!"
"Everyone works hard during the day, so they come here to play games to let off steam at night."
"This is the Shura field of the working class! Completely let down your guard, open the game and start playing! Then this..."
Pan Pipa's eyes flashed wildly, and he slapped his thigh fiercely:
"This game is called: 'Primordial Undefended'!"
He was so excited as if he had discovered a new world, laughing and talking to himself:
"Who among the working people doesn't want to control Xing Tian to smash Kun Peng and roar at the opponent with his belly button after get off work?"
"Who wouldn't want to kill Zhulong in the game with a single shot after the boss says 'let's work overtime'?"
“Who doesn’t want to completely relax and have fun?”
Pan Pipa was so excited when he wrote this that he felt his blood boiling.
As long as you come across something that interests you, it will be more effective than drinking any amount of coffee!
But he didn't care.
"The joy of fighting games lies in the visual crit and the stats skyrocketing."
"I don't care what the plot is, I'm just going to do it!"
This is the gaming style that belongs to him and the Bad Review Training Class.
It doesn't talk about feelings, it doesn't involve immersion, and it doesn't seek to move players.
All players need to do is: start fighting! Have fun!
After scolding, there is another game!
And this is Pan Pipa’s practical lesson on negative reviews.
It is also his own end-of-course game.
…
At the same time, in the graduate student dormitory of Dongchuan University,
Liang Cong was lying on his bed in the dormitory, looking at the book "Ancient Relics" borrowed from the research institute.
The light was dim, the words on the page were complex and difficult to read.
But there was a strange brightness in his eyes.
The background of the prehistoric world is too vast, there are too many characters, it is very complicated, and each of them has its own entanglements.
Liang Cong reads very slowly, thinks even slower, is more rational, and pays more attention to details.
The relationships between the characters here are too complicated.
"You said these mythical figures fighting... is indeed impressive. But what do these people do on a daily basis?"
"Nuwa mends the sky during the day, so doesn't she have to entertain people at night? Fuxi deduces the Eight Trigrams every day, and no one invites him for a drink?"
"Gong Gong only knows how to fight. What do his brothers do? Does anyone leave food for him?"
"Donghuang Taiyi... He's the boss, so does he have any annoying subordinates?"
"Kunpeng... How badly was he criticized back then? Was he socially awkward?"
The more Liang Cong thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong!
These ancient mighty beings are described in various works as having great supernatural powers, being cold and powerful, but are they really the kind of gods without emotions and worldly wisdom?
No!
Even God has to have connections!
Especially, the prehistoric times.
How can one survive in a chaotic world where the strong are respected, the rules are chaotic, and the world can be split apart at any time?
The prehistoric world can’t always be filled with fighting and killing!
With fists? With talent?
"That will only last a while."
"If you want to survive until the sky collapses and your destiny is immortal..."
"You have to be able to talk."
“Social!”
"You have to rely on connections wherever you go!"
At this moment, a theory that the teacher had taught in the bad review training class last week suddenly emerged in his mind:
"When making a game, you can't just look at the surface!"
“What players need is not necessarily grandeur, but a sense of participation!”
"Whatever players don't like, that's what's on the market..."
Thinking of this, his eyes lit up a little bit.
No wonder I always felt like I only had a vague understanding of the subject when I was in class before. It turns out that practice makes perfect!
Is this what it means to accumulate strength and then achieve success?
Is this the lag and delay of education?
“Then I’ll make a game.”
"I'm not asking you to fight the gods, nor am I asking you to split the earth and open the sky."
"It's to allow you, a small casual cultivator who has just stepped into the prehistoric world, to rely on your eloquence, eyesight, communication skills, and emotional management to gradually become a social figure on the edge of the Heavenly Dao."
"This is... a simulation of how to manage relationships with people in the prehistoric world!"
He spoke more and more fluently, and quickly took out a notebook to write down his inspiration.
This kind of human interaction is what he lacks most in his daily life.
Especially every time I go home!
As soon as his relative opened his mouth, Liang Cong wanted to escape.
"Where do you work now?"
"You've already completed graduate school, so won't you be able to make a lot of money in the future?"
"Your parents are not young anymore. Wouldn't it be good for them to come back and find a stable job in the future?"
The fire was already lit before the food was even put into the mouth.
It's not that he is ignorant, he just understands too well the feeling of being stuck and having nowhere to go.
Not to mention the various human relations accidents that may occur in the workplace later on.
Communicating with colleagues and leaders is a big hassle!
This is how society works. No matter how independent you are, your value will be measured by your relationships with elders and family expectations.
He is not annoyed by these people, what annoys him is why can't he just be "himself"?
But as he sat at the head of his bed in the dormitory, staring blankly at the information, an extremely ironic but true thought popped up:
"Yes, this kind of oppression, this feeling of having to judge others' expressions, speak politely, and be lenient in everything you do..."
"It could also be a core game mechanic."
A picture quickly emerged in his mind:
The background is ancient and chaotic, and the world is unstable.
As a small casual cultivator who has just stepped into the prehistoric world from a small world, you have no backing, no connections, no inheritance, and the only thing you have is a mouth that can speak.
You can't just attack monsters randomly, because behind every monster there may be a monster relative.
You can't just refine weapons casually, because the most basic apprentices have to be relatives.
You have to be careful with what you say and do.
I ponder every day: Should I accompany Nuwa to repair the sky today, or help Gonggong deliver water?
Soon, a game with the ancient times as the background and focusing on human relationships and accidents slowly emerged in his mind.
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