Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 14
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 31: Weaving Shadow Nest! Crypt Lord!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 617: Bodhisattva Lowers Its Gaze
In the future seen by Gao Ming, Xia Yang and Situ An were two crucial members. They represented the chaotic freedom and evil in order. However, their fates were now bound to Gao Ming. Gao Ming took out his phone. After he confirmed the line was back to normal, he made a call. The person answered at the first ring. Wen Xuan’s voice came through, “Where are you? Are you injured?”
“I’m fine. How many internal users does Dead Water Forum have now?” Internal users were the names given by Gao Ming to the players. Those who survived at least one anomaly and understood the hints would become the forum’s internal users.
“There are more than 50 registered users. Around 12 of them are more valuable.”
“In the next few days, the number of forum users might explode. Be careful when filtering them.” Gao Ming sent Wen Xuan some gaming design ideas. These games were mostly at Level 2 Anomaly. They were suitable for newbies. They were useless for people from Class 13.
After receiving the files, Wen Xuan noticed a silence from Gao Ming. She sent him an emoji, “Is there anything else?”
“How is the game using your life as inspiration coming along?” Gao Ming wanted to use the game to make more people remember Wen Xuan. He turned the game into an altar, replicating the path employed by the ghosts from Xin Lu.
“I’m just throwing money at the production. I’ve already borrowed everything I could from the underground sharks at Han Hai,” Wen Xuan said casually.
“The game itself doesn’t need perfect production. The important part is the marketing so that more people can know and experience it.” Gao Ming sent Wen Xuan another document.
“That doesn’t sound like what a game designer should say. What’s wrong? Have you forgotten why you entered this industry?” Wen Xuan pointed out.
“I plan to add some new content to your game so that your game can predict the future to a certain degree. In other words, players can survive longer by playing your game. I refuse to believe other game companies can outsell us.” Gao Ming didn’t pick up the mess
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