Wang Yao thought he was being dismissed so easily with just a few words. He wasn't about to accept that it was so easy. He immediately stepped forward and began climbing up the ghost corpses.
"Hey! Be careful, this set cost a lot of ghost money, you'll have to pay for it if you break it!" Gao Qunzhu shouted, glaring at Wang Yao as he walked over on the ghost corpses.
Wang Yao then realized that the ghostly corpses under his feet were not ghosts at all, but some things that looked like wax figures. When he stepped on them, several of them immediately collapsed and broke.
"You're Group Leader Gao, right? I've come all this way, and you want me to turn back just because you said something against the rules? That's a bit too hasty. You should at least listen to what I need to do, shouldn't you?" Wang Yao didn't care about anything else and just kept climbing up the ladder.
"Easy, easy! Ouch, you immortal, all you do is cause trouble. You surnamed Gu, you on floor zero have to compensate for the damage caused by this immortal!" The group leader turned around and shouted at Gu Qi again.
“My life on Floor Zero is hanging by a thread right now, where would I get the spare money to compensate you? Do it if you want, don’t do it if you don’t,” Gu Qi shouted irritably from below.
"Be gentle, be gentle, take this path..." A soldier next to Gao Qunzhu shouted, reaching out and pressing on the city wall. A gap appeared in the wall that was not piled with fake ghost corpses, and a staircase extended from the bottom to the top of the city wall.
Seeing that there were stairs to climb, Wang Yao immediately jumped down from the fake ghost corpse, which caused the high-ranking leader and his soldiers on the city wall to shout and yell. He ignored them and climbed up the stairs to the city wall.
Standing atop the city tower, Wang Yao looked down and surveyed the surroundings. He couldn't help but marvel at the sheer scale of the tower. It was so vast that one couldn't see the end of it at a glance, yet it was clearly divided into many areas, each separated by either large trees or towering buildings.
He estimated that those towering trees reaching to the sky and the tower-like structures at their tops were probably the load-bearing columns of the building, yet they were decorated to look almost indistinguishable from the real thing.
Different areas, some like the blood-soaked battlefield beneath our feet, others are sprawling palaces, some are small houses by bamboo groves and ponds, others are dilapidated city streets, and still others are cozy homes. Each place has a variety of backgrounds, and most of them have ghosts dressed in various costumes bustling about.
"This..." Wang Yao felt overwhelmed and couldn't take it all in at once.
"Wait a moment, let Lao Liang and I finalize this part of the plot, then we'll get back to your business." Gao Qunzhu greeted Wang Yao, then turned to look at the armored soldier who had just spoken to him.
“Since the protagonist has been holding out in the city for three years and has run out of food and supplies and no reinforcements, he should have three choices: to hold out to the end, to find an opportunity to break out, or to surrender. Tell me if my judgment is reasonable?” said Gao Qunzhu.
"What I mean is that your choice is problematic. Since the protagonist is portrayed as a righteous and awe-inspiring hero, there is no need for him to surrender. Moreover, the protagonist is fighting against the demon race, and surrendering would not save him from death anyway. I think this kind of branch is meaningless."
The armored soldier shook his head, insisting on his point of view.
"Old Liang, this is your problem. Do you understand complexity? When we design the life of a god, mortals, ghosts, and fairies all have complexities in their personalities, let alone gods. You are limiting yourself with your own thinking. You need to know that when faced with a crisis, any choice is possible."
Group leader Gao adopted the demeanor of a senior and lectured Old Liang.
“But no matter how complex a personality is, it can’t escape the basic framework, right? How could a law-abiding person steal or rob? How could a restless ghost stay obediently on the eighteenth floor? It doesn’t make sense, does it?” Old Liang still disagreed.
"If everything makes sense, what do we need? Why not just let the computer calculate the horoscope itself? What we're aiming for is something that's both logical and unexpected. Just think, what would happen if those stubborn and unyielding gods suddenly surrendered to the demons?"
The group leader was still there patiently guiding them.
"I can't figure it out. In my previous life, I learned that people make choices based on their own personalities, which then triggers a series of events..." Old Liang shook his head like a rattle drum.
"In your past life, you wrote novels! And you were a nobody, a lowbrow, unpopular online writer. I really don't understand how you managed to get to the top ten floors? With your stubbornness..." Group Leader Gao was clearly annoyed.
"Hey, Group Leader Gao, we're discussing something, you can't launch a ghost attack!" Old Liang got angry too, pushed up his glasses, and glared angrily at Group Leader Gao.
"Alright, alright, you're quite something. Put your fortune-telling work on hold for now. Here, here are some movies, TV series, and classic literary works from various worlds. Study them carefully and see how they design their plots." Gao Qunzhu took a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Lao Liang.
"I don't need it! If the work stops any longer, I'm going downstairs. I've read Shakespeare at least 100 times in my past life. It's already a consensus in the human world that there's no more plot to speak of after Shakespeare. What's the point of always getting entangled in plot? This is retaliation!" Old Liang shouted.
“I finally understand why nobody read your online novels from your past life,” Group Leader Gao nodded repeatedly. “You have the fate of a girl but the temperament of a princess. We deduce fates, netizens read novels, movie fans watch movies, and housewives watch soap operas…”
"Are they all just looking at your theme and style, listening to your lines, and analyzing your characters? Are you out of your mind? They're all looking at the plot! Everything else you do must serve the plot. To put it simply, you have to tell a good story that they can understand!"
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