The core skill of a priest is to heal teammates and apply various beneficial buffs. Su Yao has little affection for such support roles with low attack power.
Her career has taught her that the best defense is a good offense, that attack and strength are everything, and that defeating opponents at full health is her ultimate goal, rather than relying on “milk moms” for healing. However, the priests in the game “Human World” are quite capable. Apart from their healing skills, their attack abilities when leveled up are not to be underestimated, and they even have divine magic spells comparable to “Eagle Strike Soars.” Yet, no matter how powerful a priest might be, isn’t it a bit odd for a guy to play a priest? Could it be that at his core, this Chang Sheng Dian is an M? Su Yao wickedly imagined this, and just as she was about to choose male for the character gender, her hand was swatted away. “Female,” Qin Chuan said. Holy cow, a transvestite, Mr. Chang Sheng Dian! Su Yao spat water onto the screen, wondering if she should post on the forum, “The mysterious first player of Human World, the City Lord Chang Sheng Dian, is actually a transvestite enthusiast,” to win the 100 yuanbao reward. Su Yao was currently penniless; all 60,000 yuanbao had gone to her ex-husband’s new wife.
All her yuanbao and silver were earned through her own efforts like trading equipment materials, fighting for others, handling state affairs, etc. “Do you really want me to make a transvestite character for you?” Su Yao tearfully selected the gender: female. “It’s not for me to use,” Qin Chuan continued to smile faintly, “It’s for my girlfriend.” “Damn, isn’t your girlfriend married to my ex-boyfriend?” “Who says I can’t have a new girlfriend?” “…Alright.” Su Yao was defeated. The final step in character creation was “face shaping.” In “Human World,” players could adjust character facial details with a high degree of freedom. Some have shaped faces resembling Feng Jie or Obama, but most shape their own or their dream lover’s face, creating unique faces in the game world. However, face shaping also requires skill; a bad shaping job could turn the character into a monster. Online studios even offer paid face-shaping services, where they can replicate any face provided in a photo. “Just shape it casually?” Su Yao asked her “God.” But the customer is God, and she couldn’t let him enter the game with a default face. “Just shape it like yours,” Qin Chuan casually replied. Su Yao: “…” Alright! Let’s shape it like mine! Who says the customer isn’t God! Su Yao reluctantly started shaping the face.
Ten minutes later, the small account of the server’s first thief, Red Medicine Hall, now named Mary, with Su Yao’s face, stood in the mage’s novice village, naively looking at the new world. “Alright? Leave a phone number, and in two months, I’ll hand over the account, and you pay.” If Su Yao were in business, she’d be a straightforward person. Unexpectedly, Qin Chuan sat down beside her. “No rush, leveling up as a beginner is tough; I’ll guide you for a bit.” This time, he logged into an account wielding the legendary weapon “Twilight of the Gods.” She finally saw it with her own eyes; her life was worth it now, watching the scythe that almost flew into her mouth, drooling and crying at the same time. Suddenly, Su Yao thought of a shocking problem – giving his girlfriend a female priest account with her face on it, what kind of situation is this! She should’ve shaped it like Feng Jie’s face!
Chapter Eleven: Wang Shenmu
It was a rainy evening at four in winter. The sky was already dusky, and Wang Shenmu, coming out of the company, was soaked through. He never carried an umbrella, just as he never flattered anyone. After a few steps, a taxi stopped in front of him, “Need a ride?
“the driver called out loudly to solicit business. He got in numbly. “Hey, where to?” the driver asked enthusiastically as he stepped on the gas. “Anywhere,” he replied dully. Just fifteen minutes ago, Chen, the newly appointed head of the game planning department for the hottest online game “Human World,” had fired him. The reason was laughable – “Human World” lead designer Wang Shenmu, due to lack of cooperation with the team, poor communication with colleagues, unfortunately, you don’t need to come back tomorrow. Wang Shenmu knew exactly what was going on. Ever since Chen took over, the work atmosphere had been thrown into disarray. Those who flattered him got promoted, while those who didn’t were condemned to be laborers for life. Refuse? Then get out. Since the project inception of “Human World,” Wang Shenmu had been the lead designer. After all, the original novel only provided descriptions and plots; turning these fantasies into reality was a vast project. Wang Shenmu blankly watched the raindrops outside the car window; this dirty world seemed forever unwashed.”
He didn’t want to go; he despised these meaningless activities, but somehow Han Yanyan had heard that the lead designer Wang Shenmu had a beautiful singing voice, and she insisted he sing “Love for Sale.” Wang Shenmu didn’t sing; the only thing he truly loved was his work. But because of this incident, Han Yanyan got upset, and when Han Yanyan was upset, the new head Chen also got upset. Just a day later, Chen seized the opportunity to kick him out.
Poor him, he only knew how to work hard with his head down. A world of unimaginable splendor lay in his hands, yet he was in someone else’s hands. “Hey, buddy, where are you heading? The car’s almost out of the fifth ring road!” The frustrated taxi driver regretted picking up such a silent passenger. The passenger wouldn’t say where he wanted to go, and the car kept driving out of the city. When the meter hit three digits, the driver grew anxious, starting to doubt if this silent passenger could pay the fare. “You really don’t know where you’re going? How about getting off here?” the driver asked one last time. With a screech of brakes, the car stopped by the road. “One hundred and thirty,” the driver said.
Wang Shenmu pulled out two red notes and tossed them to the driver, then opened the door and walked out on his own, instantly getting soaked again like a drowned rat.
The game company of the Human World was located in the most bustling area of the city center. Previously, Wang Shenmu’s life revolved around the central commercial district. Since moving to this northern city four years ago, his leisure time was almost entirely spent in endless overtime. He hardly explored other parts of the city. The street he was on now filled him with a sense of panic, unfamiliarity, and loneliness. He looked around; even a dog defecating by the roadside, every living being had its own life and goals, except him, Wang Shenmu, the chief designer who had almost created the world, stood alone in the heavy rain, utterly lost.
Following the crowd from a nearby school, he aimlessly entered an internet cafe. What did he want to do? He didn’t want to think about anything, didn’t want to do anything. “Hey, are you going to use a computer? It’s the last seat available! Hey, kid over there, minors can’t come in!” The internet cafe owner was busy shouting from behind the counter not wanting to risk a fine for underage patrons.
The owner asked Wang Shenmu again, telling him to leave if not, not to block his business. Wang Shenmu threw another red note on the counter. He had so much money he couldn’t spend it all, but what did it matter? He had the hands of a creator, the blood of a passionate creator, but he could no longer create his world. From now on, this internet cafe full of players playing “The Human World” had no place for him!