Chapter 237 Please Remember Me (Update 1)
After searching in the hall, Fang Cheng found Shu Guang’s name.
The other party's name is in a corner. It is an extremely rare name that is still shining on the wall.
Most of the names of the Far Travelers on the wall have become dim, like a dehydrated shadow, lightly attached to the wall.
The civilization corresponding to their names has dissipated. After all, survival is very difficult in the original universe, let alone the unstable outer universe.
The Far Travelers who were able to reach here are already the best in the nearby universe, while more Far Travelers died before going here. Some civilizations were not even able to give birth to Far Travelers and simply dissipated into the vast universe. Not even a single echo could be heard.
With this news, Fang Cheng returned to Steel Fortress.
After finishing the delivery, Gonggong was resting in his management room. Xuan Jing was watching the live broadcast data. A large number of steel guards were preparing materials for Gonggong in the form of bears for the next live broadcast.
These steel guards were all defeated by Gonggong. Although most of them were beaten to chip status and awaiting recovery, there were still nineteen left.
These nineteen weapon spirits are all left over from before Gonggong, and there is still the possibility of ideological transformation. They will work with Gong Gong, receive Gong Gong's education, and then search for the Far Traveler together.
Let the little bears continue to prepare for the colorful live broadcast. Gonggong stepped on his chair and held an energy bar in his mouth. His slightly sharp tiger teeth bit the packaging on the energy bar and asked vaguely: "Xuan "Jing, how is the effect of the live broadcast?"
"It's pretty good." Xuan Jing said in surprise, "You have a lot of skills! You can be lively and cute during the live broadcast. Many people are asking who your winner is, and I feel like your chosen one must also be very cute."
"You are very discerning! Where are the sales? The points are almost cleared." "
There are still a few big points users who have a lot of points, but it doesn't matter, it doesn't cost much. It can squeeze out the oil and water for them and let them consume all the points."
Just as the two weapon spirits were discussing how to drain the players, Gonggong suddenly moved slightly, and then discovered that Fang Cheng had returned here.
Waving her sleeves like water sleeves, this little lolita with white hair and red eyes shouted energetically: "Boss, you are back! Have you seen Far Traveler? Is he okay? Have you told him that I miss him very much? ?"
"He is no longer here."
"He is no longer here...then did he go somewhere further?"
"Gonggong, let's face the facts."
"Well, that's it."
Gonggong shrugged helplessly . , and then sighed: "It's so easy to die. The Far Traveler is quite miserable. Why did he die?" "
Sacrificed himself to provide the final strength for a certain ruins. I saw that ruins , and some civilizations are still there, and they can be rescued in the future. He is the savior of those civilizations." "
Sounds like what he would do. Thanks, boss, I understand, I'm going to rest."
Yawning, Gonggong left here with a group of cubs and went to the maintenance room to repair his body.
But the further it walked, the slower it became. When it approached the maintenance room, it had no strength to take the last few steps and could only kneel on the ground and cry silently.
Let Xuanjing handle the news, Fang Cheng returned to the studio and began to think about what he could do.
For those who have great ambitions to sacrifice, they dare to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky.
The deeds of the Far Traveler touched him, and self-sacrifice is always a touching story.
And the sacrifice of the other party was not in vain. The ascetic-like journey finally caught his attention and made him understand the past.
The speculation about history was also implemented at this moment. After all, I owed the other party a debt.
Every civilized traveler hopes that he can be remembered, even if it is just a name.
This is a kind of proof of their existence. Everything about them has not disappeared in the long river of history, and still has its own light.
So, let's make a game, a game that can make them remembered.
Returning to the main hall, Fang Cheng took out the names one by one and began to trace the past of these travelers along the names.
Every dead name symbolizes a dead civilization. Hundreds of civilizations were condensed until the end. Even the walls could not be filled with writing, and this was their last memory.
Civilized travelers emerged one after another. They were either black silhouettes, or had flowering plants on their heads, and some were even simple stick figures.
Some of them are cheerful, some are decadent. When they set out from their place of origin, they were full of hope of meeting the immortals and came here step by step, but in the end they only saw the ruthless reality.
As for Fang Cheng, he hopes they will be recorded.
Their past is revealed through their names, and the memory of a famous traveler is pulled out, sealed, and becomes the most original material.
Because the volume was too large, Fang Cheng did not directly hand it over to his colleagues in his studio for processing. Instead, he came to Tiandao Network and found the Lord of Balance.
The former master god is learning how to balance the current situation.
Some time ago, the conflicts among the players' sects ended, eventually ending with the vast majority of sects being liquidated and a large number of bishops being purged.
The surrounding shadow has been stabilized, and some lost planets are slowly being recaptured. The lost ruins above will further supplement the existing technology tree and increase productivity.
The returned gods discovered that even without the sect, their relationship with their believers was not estranged, but rather closer.
This discovery made the Lord of Balance feel that the sect was sometimes a cancer.
Players are looking for ways to combine gods with social well-being, and various player organizations are testing their own ideas, which makes the Tiandao network a hundred flowers blooming.
After seeing Fang Cheng's arrival, the Lord of Balance was quite surprised.
He was about to introduce their current achievements when he saw Fang Cheng hand over a small USB flash drive.
"Great Heavenly Lord, what is this?"
"The last news for you travelers."
Fang Cheng's words made the Lord of Balance realize the meaning, and also made countless sorrows well up in his heart.
Quietly saluting, he asked softly: "Can I summon other gods and their reincarnations to watch together?" "
Yes. By the way, call Fei on too, it is also qualified to know. Also, what's going on outside? The Iron Guard will also send a representative, you can receive it."
"Well, I understand."
The land of the gods, the gods and the reincarnations of the gods came here again and began to watch the past of the Far Traveler.
Fei also appeared here, and Gonggong came here with a small bear that could move. After briefly informing the gods of each other's identities, they began to look at it seriously.
Among the animals and plants, various commanders also gathered here, and the demigods also selected their representatives to watch the final records of the Far Travelers.
This was the largest meeting in the history of the Tiandao network. All forces sent their representatives, making the originally quiet land of the gods full of people.
But after the memory started playing, they all fell silent.
The stars in the sky were cleared, and the black sky became the best curtain. The memory of the Far Traveler was projected into the sky, so that everyone could see his last thoughts.
The little man made of light said goodbye to Gonggong and began to walk along his own coordinates towards his destination. His movements don't look fast, but each step covers an extremely long distance.
The traveler in a yellow cloak was not big and looked like a child, but he still headed towards his destination with great hope and kept mumbling something along the way.
"Did I almost die just now? This space collapsed three hundred years ago. Why did the aftermath arrive now?" "
That flower is so beautiful, but it's a pity that it bloomed on the edge of the collapse and couldn't be picked."
"This stone It looks very good. Maybe you can take it back as a gift." "
I don't know what happened to the other brothers, but the management system is still there, so there should be no problem. Although he has a weird personality, that guy is pretty reliable."
"Okay. I'm bored. The traveler from before walked too fast and couldn't catch up."
The traveler didn't pretend to be deep, he just kept moving forward and expressed his feelings along the way.
Sometimes it's light, sometimes it's heavy. As the end approaches, his tone becomes increasingly nervous and excited.
After entering the main hall and finding that it was empty, he never said a word again.
After listening to all the voices silently, the Far Traveler remained silent for a long time, and finally engraved his name on the hall.
It wasn't until this moment that the people who stayed here discovered what the Far Traveler had done.
Some people began to sob softly, while others looked up and sighed.
The Lord of Balance wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, looked at Fang Cheng and asked: "Great Heavenly Lord, thank you for the news. Our gratitude to you is beyond words. Thank you, Lord Heavenly Lord." "
I accept your offer. Thank you."
"Thank you. Although it is very presumptuous, I would like to ask, what can we do for him?"
"Help me make their stories into a game to commemorate them."
Hundreds of travelers, each Everyone has a touching past, and everyone deserves to be remembered.
After Fang Cheng unfolded their memories, the gods began to help process these memories.
They developed special music based on the past of each traveler. They cut out the too monotonous parts of the traveler and extracted their wonderful past.
The system of the game is reduced as much as possible according to Fang Cheng's requirements. The entire game needs to have its own artistic conception as much as possible. If possible, lines can be dispensed with.
The story of hundreds of Far Travelers was completed within a week. When the finished product was completed, Fang Cheng experienced it and found that these gods did not seem to be very good at playing games.
Fang Cheng thinks that he is still a novice, but it can be seen that the game system created by these gods is clumsy, and there is no research on interaction at all. Apart from music and intercepted scenes, there is almost nothing good.
But Fangcheng feels pretty good.
The gods used their own enthusiasm to make up for their technical deficiencies. Their memory of the Far Travelers and their admiration for other Far Travelers became the motivation for action, allowing them to complete the game with 100% enthusiasm.
All kinds of emotions are mixed together, making this game thick and deep. It is a unique game and a game that is almost impossible to copy.
Without being asked by the Lord of Balance, Fang Cheng nodded after experiencing it and said: "Very good, this game is really good."
It has no gameplay. The main content is to walk along a path and listen to what different travelers say. This own story shows your own state of mind.
With a copy of the game, Fang Cheng returned to the studio and handed the USB flash drive to Wang Xiaoying.
Seeing the USB flash drive handed over by Fang Cheng, Wang Xiaoying asked in surprise: "Boss, are you making a new game again?" "
I just took the lead and localized it a little. Most of it was made by another team. ."
"Another team? How long have you been doing this?"
"It's been a long time, almost a thousand years."
"Huh? Boss, are you kidding again? Do you need Huang Ping and the others to adjust?"
"No, this is enough. Yes."
After Wang Xiaoying passed the test, she blinked hard to prevent tears from falling.
This game is so weird!
Obviously there are traces of a novice in many aspects, and the performance is a bit abrupt in some places, but why does it make people want to cry?
Resisting the urge to shed tears, she asked: "Boss, what is the name of this game?"
""Please Remember Me"."
"Okay, I understand."
Under Fang Cheng's instructions, this game Publish it for free.
Although the producer is still Fangcheng Studio, the game clearly states that this is the work of another studio.
The icon of the game is relaxed and freehand, looking very leisurely, and the label of the game is [Walking Simulator], but I don’t know where it will be crooked this time.
When players entered the game, they were surprised to find that there was no problem with the labels this time!
Fang Cheng, you have changed!
Many players lamented, but some said it was an accidental change and it would be fine next time.
But more of it means that this is a cover-up, and Fang Cheng will make a false shot later, using an easter egg in exchange for everyone's 666.
Lao Wang said that the game is the latter.
He became interested in the game when he saw the game's promotional screen.
Judging from the screen, this game is obviously a game that focuses on personal expression. The artistry of the game must be very high. If you analyze it, you can analyze a lot of interesting things.
After the game was officially released, he immediately downloaded the game and entered the game.
As soon as you enter the game, soothing music starts.
The music is relaxing and sweet. It sounds like the wind blowing through the wheat fields, or like drizzle falling into the water. The rustling sound is like a clear spring flowing through the heart, making people feel extremely relaxed.
And when he chose to start the game, he found that the screen began to go black.
According to the introduction of the game, there are multiple openings in the game. Players are randomly selected when they enter for the first time. After completing a round, they can experience the stories of other Far Travelers.
When the screen lit up again, he found that he was standing in a wheat field.
The wheat fields stretch as far as the eye can see, and the afterglow of the setting sun dyes the wheat with a layer of gold.
In the hazy light and shadow, the sound of the flute sounded. A child in a cloak was playing the flute and stood in the distance, looking at Lao Wang quietly.
(End of chapter)