Xie Yusheng looked at the data sent by that person from Qian Star.
He could hardly be considered a professional.
However, in order to create "Southern Heavenly Gate Chronicles," this major science fiction work, he had consulted many experts and had learned quite a bit of professional knowledge through exposure.
With his half-baked professional knowledge, this missile...
seemed quite plausible.
At least, the data provided by the other party was more detailed and reliable than his own.
If he had to make a comparison, his data was equivalent to a toy, while the data from this person from Qian Star...
probably reached the level of a military model.
"Based on what he said, the data we made up for the game actually materialized?"
Xie Yusheng didn’t know if the information above was real, but at this moment...
it looked quite credible.
"I can update my game data again."
A smile appeared on Xie Yusheng’s face.
But this smile lasted for less than a moment before it gradually froze.
After a while, he sighed.
At this time, his phone rang.
Xie Yusheng looked at the name displayed on it, a flicker of impatience passed through his eyes, but eventually, he answered the call.
Soon, a gentle yet assertive voice came through, "Xiao Sheng, how have you and Xiao Yu been chatting recently?"
"That’s good. I’ve probed from the side, and Xiao Yu seems to have some fondness for you. As a boy, you should be more proactive and gentlemanly, invite her out a few more times. Didofin’s piano concerts, the fireworks night at Twin Towers, the masters’ show at the revolving restaurant are all great places to enhance your relationship..."
The woman’s voice paused slightly, "Are you listening to what Auntie is saying? You’re not still wasting precious time, energy, and money playing games with those people, are you?"
"What playing games, we are co-developing that..."
Xie Yusheng’s voice instinctively rose a bit.
But after a moment, he stopped, and eventually, reduced his response to three words: "Not anymore."
"That’s good. Auntie may not be your real mother, but since we’ve become a family, I treat you just like my own son. I always want the best for you. What future is there in playing games? The Qiao family’s daughter has such a status, her family’s assets are worth billions. The two of you together could save you decades of struggle..."
The woman spoke for a while, and finally, she said, "You don’t think Auntie is nagging, do you?"
Xie Yusheng gripped his phone tightly, wishing he could crush it, but after a moment, he said, "No, Auntie is looking out for my best interest."
"It’s good that you understand Auntie’s good intentions. By the way, I’ve recently got tea tasting coupons for Bai Fei’s fans’ meeting tomorrow afternoon. Come back later to pick them up, and then get ready to take Xiao Yu with you tomorrow."
Xie Yusheng responded.
Finally, this somewhat difficult call came to an end.
Xie Yusheng put down the phone, feeling as if all strength had been drained from his body, slumping weakly in his seat, his eyes lifeless, seemingly uninterested in anything.
Qiao Siyu wasn’t bad.
What he couldn’t accept was this type of arranged and clearly uncontrollable fate.
Moreover, he and Qiao Siyu clearly had incompatible values.
One lived in her own princess dream at home, perfecting every detail of life, unwilling to overlook the slightest flaw.
Even a meal out became a headache because of her myriad meticulous requirements.
Though he had always been the exemplary child in others’ eyes, excelling academically and collecting a soft handful of diplomas and medals—this was also why Qiao Siyu took an interest in him.
He was a person who cared little for minor details and did things in his own way.
Compared to dressing meticulously to dine in upscale restaurants, listening to piano music, sipping wine, and eating exquisite foods, he preferred wearing shorts and flip-flops, joining his startup partners at the local barbecue stand for skewers and beer.
Qiao Siyu could recount a series of classic stories involving Athena.
Whereas the only associations in his mind were from video games like King of Fighters and combos like down-left, back, plus A.
With such differing personalities, how could there be any common ground?
Yet, for the sake of the Xie family’s business, the elders forcefully pushed them together.
Regrettably, he had some fame in his peer circles as a youth, and Qiao Siyu was not opposed to this.
"Now, I’m just left with this minor usefulness, and in fact... I really am just this useful."
When he first entered society, using five million from his family to start his own game company was filled with high spirits, but the corners of his enthusiasm were worn down by the adverse fortunes of the past few years brought on by the booming Xianxia IP.
Loitering about the observatory every day.
All his savings over the years had been poured into this unending Southern Heavenly Gate Chronicles game; what else could he have?
"It’s time to wake up."
Xie Yusheng looked at the data currently being imported.
Making games should look like making games.
Wouldn’t it be better to make a quick buck with a fast-food game?
Must you create an epoch-making hard-science fiction game that lets the game truly stand internationally and show the real caliber of Central Earth Country’s gaming industry?
A truly hardcore game might not be a good thing.
It’s like making a movie; if shot too realistically, it might not attract many viewers.
Thus, the path he chose was wrong from the start.
At least this path should not have been walked by him.
His ambitions were sky-high, but his fate was as fragile as paper.
That was all there was to it.
"Let it be," he said.
Xie Yusheng looked at the transmission process and clicked to close it.
From now on, he would quietly be a good-for-nothing, lying on the road of being supported till he decayed to death.
He looked at the message just sent by that "Qian Star person" and pondered, planning to honestly reply and tell him that he was just an ordinary person with nothing special.
But after a moment, he stopped.
On one hand, it required typing too many words, and at this time, he really didn’t feel like explaining.
A sliver of reluctance still lingered in his heart.
He was unwilling for his painstakingly created "Southern Heavenly Gate Chronicles" to really die completely without even leaving a ripple in this world.
He hesitated for a long while but finally said, "This information is very important to us. To thank the Qian Star friend, we are willing to provide our most advanced equipment information currently available, hoping it will help with the Qian Star friend’s ship repairs."
After sending the message, he transmitted all the related data of Qingluan Sky Platform and Cheng Ying Mecha from "Southern Heavenly Gate Chronicles".
During the transmission, he pondered for a while and added, "Some data cannot be accurately described with specific words. There may be flaws in the expression. Please be understanding."
In this way, at least, the information belonging to "Southern Heavenly Gate Chronicles" wasn’t completely erased.
Although the likelihood was nearly non-existent, what if the recipient was indeed a powerful organization? They might be able to help him reconstruct the detailed designs of the powerful weapons from "Southern Heavenly Gate Chronicles".
After sending this message, he looked one more time at the massive folders on his private computer.
Click, right-click, the list dropped down...
The cursor slowly moved to the "delete" option.
He was saying goodbye to his future self.
However, as he was about to click "delete", he seemed to think of something.
He quickly opened a folder search and soon found a folder named "Wujin".
"At the time, I thought this folder that described Wujin was pretty serious, and it looked almost real... Although there’s more than a 99% chance that the ’Qian Star person’ was joking with me, what if these concepts could spark some inspiration among our country’s researchers?" he said to himself.
Then he found Professor Du Dongyuan’s email address and sent this data to him.
Besides the Wujin material, the Heavenly Sword Missile also seemed pretty realistic...
Suddenly, he sent this file over as well.
Having done all this, he took a deep breath, feeling reflective and lost...
It was some time before the sound signaling the completion of the data transmission for the "Southern Heavenly Gate Chronicles" beeped.
Xie Yusheng snapped back to reality and clicked delete.
If he was saying goodbye, then it had to be thorough.
He pressed a few more buttons on the machine, clearing all operational traces.
After completing these tasks, he suddenly felt lighter.
"That’s it, from now on, I’ll be a good-for-nothing," he said.
During this period, Starlight City had experienced a series of turbulences and was clearly depressed somewhat.
But thanks to its wealthy foundation and the status of Star State Capital, even with this depression, the city’s population and prosperity level were still unmatched by any other city in Star State.
At this time, in the Meteor Star Guard Mansion, Su Wen was checking a pile of intelligence reports.
"Cold Moon Sect, Purgatory Sect, and Netherworld Sect have quieted down because of the Divine Sword meet, and the Yellow Sky Sect has been too occupied with the recent disturbances in Champsosaurus Swamp to pay attention to our situation in Star State. For now, the biggest threat to us is actually Dragon Sparrow Manor."
Su Wen looked at the intelligence reports: "However, Dragon Sparrow Manor is also worried that after the Divine Sword meet, the Demon Power will experience a reshuffling. Unwilling to engage in a battle that damages both them and our State Governor Mansion, only to cheaply advantage the Demon Power, they also chose to hold back and wait for the results of the Divine Sword meet."
No one was willing to make a move.
Their State Governor Mansion might just be able to redeem the situation.
To redeem the situation, they had two directions of attack.
One was the Nine Formulas Sword Sect, and the other was Lingxiao City, using Changjun City as a stepping stone.
"Although Gu Jinlai from Lingxiao City has the backing of Purgatory Sect, everyone knows what the real deal is between him and Purgatory Sect, only... this Gu Jinlai is not a pushover. To deal with him, I’m afraid Lord Star Lord himself would need to make a move..."
Pick the soft persimmon to squeeze.
Dragon Sparrow Manor didn’t want to have a damaging fight with them that would advantage the Demon Power, and their State Governor Mansion felt the same.
Su Wen looked at the intelligence reports of Gu Jinlai taking down Baihe City and killing Tan Qingquan and Ye Yiren, two Divinity Transformation Cultivators...
Though he had a vendetta against Gu Jinlai for killing his daughter, he had to admit one thing...
Gu Jinlai was not easy to mess with.
"Let’s start by recapturing the Nine Formulas Sword Sect," Su Wen thought.
But just then, a piece of intelligence caught his eye.
"Gu Jinlai has mastered a secret technique capable of probing all Divinity Transformation Cultivators? The mastermind behind the failure of the Ten Miles Slope event is Gu Jinlai!?"