Chapter 103: Chapter 95 Another Match (Third Update)_1

As a connoisseur of fun, what do people like more?

That’s letting others know they’ve come up with some mischief.

After summarizing the achievements of the past few days, Xiemen Waidao threw his experience into the group chat, immediately sparking lively discussions.

Having compared the efficiency of accumulating merit, they all agreed that this was a good move!

Accumulate merit, find a village, cultivate young adults, and then just wait for bandits to come and deliver more merit.

And they didn’t have to worry about not being able to beat the bandits.

These bandits’ strength and weakness were both due to illness, and the doctors just needed to cast a spell, and the bandits would be left without any energy.

Besides, we’re not attacking NPCs here, we’re helping them get treated for illness.

Even for those who wanted to have us killed, we maintained a healer’s benevolence, holding no grudges and seeking to redeem these evil-minded bandits. Was there any doctor more compassionate than us?

Getting weaker after a treatment is normal, isn’t it?

As for NPCs getting killed by young villagers, that’s an issue among NPCs, what does it have to do with us players?

Because of the high cost-effectiveness, and the ease of getting started, this method spread quickly among players and became popular for a while.

However, while the players were happy, Fang Cheng started to get confused.

The reputation of “Healer” was impeccable, and Dustfire seemed entirely above board. The players’ pursuit of merit hadn’t changed, but he just felt restless, as if something was amiss.

After dissecting his thoughts, he pondered for a while, but still couldn’t see any problem.

Players impersonated healers, used magic to save NPCs and purified their sickness, then took a liking to doing good and accumulating merit.

The whole process had both gameplay and moral integrity, and the resulting emotions among players were exactly as he expected. But where was the problem?

Although he wanted to go there to see what the matter was, another issue was holding him back.

That was the competition operation activity for “Quiet Cultivation” had been fully planned and was ready to be launched to increase the game’s popularity and elevate its fame.

The fairness of the game was beyond doubt; after all, this game had never exhibited any bugs thus far.

Since “Quiet Cultivation” had reached four million downloads, the efforts to crack the game by cheat-makers had never ceased.

But what was absurd was that they couldn’t find a way to hack it.

They couldn’t find any local data to exploit, packet capturing didn’t work, and all conventional and unconventional cheat-making techniques were ineffective. Any cheats purported to work in “Quiet Cultivation” found online were all scams.

This situation led to an extremely harmonious game environment for “Quiet Cultivation”. If you couldn’t beat it, that just meant you weren’t good enough; if you were bad, you should just learn from Wang Say Games and play the Heavenly Demon mode.

Everyone there was skilled, their conversations delightful, and she adored that place.

Of course, if one wanted to cheat, hiring someone to play in their stead was an option.

However, in official competitions, having a substitute player was almost pointless, as it would be quickly discovered.

Originally, this game had the potential for both spectator value and competitive play, so turning it into a competition shouldn’t have been that difficult.

Wang Xiaoying had thought so too, but she only realized the true level of difficulty after getting involved.

Firstly, there was a problem with how to commentate.

In every match with hundreds of competitors, the commentator, reading off a list, had to introduce each contestant’s characteristics. Some might get eliminated before even getting a mention, leaving viewers looking at emptiness.

Moreover, due to the game’s inherent randomness, some seeded players could unexpectedly crash out, leaving their supporters feeling empty.

At the final stage, it was unlikely to have over a hundred competitors left, and if those remaining chose to play it safe, then the event would become dull.

“This is such a headache, what kind of competition format should we use?”

Wang Xiaoying’s pen cap was already chewed to a mess, yet she still couldn’t think of any good ideas.

Fang Cheng was now furrowing his brows, probably mulling over what big move to give to “Healer”.

Huang Ping didn’t know much about competitive games and couldn’t offer much help.

Xiao Douzi was a hardcore player who would focus on work and ignore everything else.

Xu Qingling hadn’t played competitive games either, seeming unable to provide any help.

After much consideration, the only person she seemed to be able to ask for help, apparently, was the sixteen-year-old Monkey, Chen Liang.

However, he didn’t look like someone who would have his own proposal that could solve the problem.

But after all, he was a game planner, and he played “Quiet Cultivation” every midday break, using the extremely challenging Sword Immortal character, with a high win rate.

After agonizing for a long time, Wang Xiaoying, who had been racking her brains all day, finally made up her mind.

She decided to ask for help!

Hence, she waited specifically for Monkey to take his seat in the morning before approaching him and said, “Chen Liang, your thoughts about the competition for ‘Quiet Cultivation’…”

Before she could finish, she noticed Chen Liang had frozen.

He was like a toy that had run out of batteries, staring blankly into the distance without responding for a long time.

“Chen Liang, the competition…”

“Oh my god! I totally forgot about the competition!”

“Chen Liang?”

“Wang sis, just wait for a sec, I need to make a call outside!”

Chen Liang dashed out the door and after making his call, came back relieved, patting his chest and saying, “Thank goodness, the ‘Quiet Cultivation’ competition hasn’t started yet.”

“Yeah, because I’m in the midst of planning it.”

“…Oh my god!”

Only then did Chen Liang realize the awkward position he had just put himself in.