Moreover, this game allows for user-generated content, meaning anyone can customize and edit maps to create all sorts of challenging levels.
Because of these two points, the game's popularity has remained high for a long time.
All players agree that the levels left by Bl are the most insane, disgusting, and bastard-like levels.
This challenge naturally attracted Silver Wolf.
Then I let Silver Wolf play with the red temperature.
She was so angry that she wanted to strangle Bai Luan through the internet cable.
Why make a game like this?!
Who taught you to design levels like this?!
Even now, thinking back to how he felt then, Silver Wolf's fists still feel hard!
But Silver Wolf immediately loosened his clenched fist.
Because she remembered that she had already completed that level and held the top speedrun record.
Although I hacked into the platform before clearing the game and added Bai Luan as a friend, intending to verbally attack him...
But that doesn't matter!
It doesn't matter at all!
The important thing is!
I beat the game!
Silver Wolf then revealed a vengeful smile.
Silver Wolf: I just wanted to tell you that I cleared the hardest level in Iwanna that you made, and I'm now the number one speedrunner.
Silver Wolf: My assessment is...
Silver Wolf: Very simple.
Bai Luan raised an eyebrow as he looked at the message, which was clearly filled with arrogance.
He then smiled.
Bl: With this kind of perseverance, you will succeed in whatever you do.
"Oh my, this is really funny. I've been pushing my luck like this, and he's still not angry?"
Silver Wolf: Aren't you angry?
Bl: I didn't even play this game to the point of breaking down, why am I angry? (laughs)
Silver Wolf clenched his fist again immediately upon seeing this message.
It was intentional!
This level is so difficult!
It was absolutely intentional!
And what's even more outrageous is!
He himself had never experienced the torment of this level!
He was just thinking that this trap would kill a lot of people, while secretly chuckling as he designed challenging levels for the players and then enjoying the show!
You keep all the fun for yourself and leave all the difficulties to the players, huh?
I really want to... I really want to find out this guy's coordinates, then ask Firefly to capture him, lock him in a small house, and force him to play the levels I designed until he beats the game!!!
Calm down, Silver Wolf, you need to calm down.
Thinking about his other games, they're still quite fun.
Silver Wolf took a few deep breaths and calmed down.
Silver Wolf: Since you're still alive, why aren't you updating the game?
Bl: Lazy.
Silver Wolf looked at the message sent by Bai Luan and sneered.
Silver Wolf: You've run out of ideas, haven't you?
Silver Wolf: Just say it. You've already developed enough simple and fun games.
Silver Wolf: I won't laugh at you.
You're right, but I'm a time traveler.
Bl: I'll make a few games because of what you said.
Silver Wolf: I took a screenshot.
Silver Wolf: If you don't come out, I'll just take you out.
Silver Wolf: Then catch them, lock them in a dark room and play games with them.
Bl: Fearful.JPG
After saying that, Bai Luan quickly logged off.
He was afraid that if he continued the conversation, he would add more work to his schedule, and this one sentence had already significantly increased his workload.
I hope that people in this world will like Minecraft, Terraria, Stardew Valley, and Dead Cells.
We also need to provide them with a patch for the game "Honkai Impact 3rd" so that they can play it with both keyboard and mouse, and with virtual reality headsets.
A lot of work needs to be done, but the final product will definitely not disappoint.
Um.
They are about to celebrate the Chinese New Year.
Fortunately, the Great Black Tower is currently battling with the system's power, giving me enough time to do these things.
The system is magnificent, no further explanation needed.
There's been some activity on the gaming and lifestyle accounts, so maybe we should make some changes to the music account too?
After all, he was a master of impartiality.
However, if we're preparing a new song...
It's quite troublesome.
It would be great if I didn't have to sing myself.
Hey!
Got it!
Bai Luan logged into an account called "The Stealer" and searched online before finding the account of "The Robin".
Huh? You didn't follow me?
Let's start by paying attention to the latest developments.
I saw the collaboration email address in the introduction, wrote it down, and then composed a collaboration text message:
To Miss Robin:
I've heard so much about you.
I have a few new songs in hand, and their melodies and styles are quite compatible with your voice.
Song titles: "Virtual", "If Love Is Forgotten", "What Can I Use to Keep You?"
Would you be interested in collaborating?
—The music thief.
After sending the message, Bai Luan went to watch videos.
Of course, a superstar like a robin wouldn't reply to messages instantly.
Bai Luan had just opened the short video platform and hadn't even watched a few videos when an email was sent to his inbox.
Robin: Senior, could we exchange contact information to discuss this further?
Bai Luan scratched his head and glanced at the time.
Only a few minutes have passed...
How could you reply so quickly?
Never mind, let's add each other as friends first.
Bai Luan used the thief's account to add Robin as a friend.
It was approved in seconds again.
So fast twice in a row?
Bai Luan was somewhat surprised.
Could it be that we happened to be there during someone's break time?
Meanwhile, on the other side of the universe.
On Sunday, I watched as my usually elegant and reserved younger sister held her phone, smiling like a child who had just received a favorite candy.
On Sunday, he slowly typed out:
Chapter 59 Whatever makes you happy.
Sunday was puzzling.
Her younger sister was looking at her phone normally; this was a rare break for her since she became famous.
Then she became inexplicably excited, muttering to herself:
"He's following me! He's really following me!"
A type of incomprehensible speech.
Then, suddenly his face tensed up, and he started typing and sending messages.
In the end, I was as happy as a blooming flower.
"Brother! It's the song thief! That established singer! He wants to collaborate with me!!!"
"A lyric thief?"
Hearing this on Sunday, I fell into deep thought.
Of course he knew who the lyricist was.
His own sister had also mentioned him to him.
A singer who became famous more than 900 years ago, all of whose songs have been of very high quality.
At the height of his fame, he suddenly faded into obscurity.
This silence lasted for hundreds of years.
At the time, there were all sorts of speculations, but no evidence to prove them.
By now, everyone has assumed that he is dead.
But not long ago he suddenly announced his resurrection.
As the head of the family, Sunday knew that there were many things in the world that could not be brought to light.
Therefore, he was skeptical about whether this account belonged to the same person from over 900 years ago, even though it had been officially verified.
Faced with enormous profits, deception...
That's perfectly normal.
Can...
On Sunday, watching the cheerful robin, I was unsure whether I should tell her about my near-conspiracy theories.
After some hesitation, Sunday finally spoke up:
"My family had no prior contact with him, so why is he suddenly contacting me... Could it not be him, or is it a scam?"I understand my brother's concerns."
After a brief moment of excitement, the robin calmed down.
"In this collaboration, we didn't provide the work; the other party wrote the lyrics and composed the music. If he's an imposter, you can tell just by looking at the quality of the work."
Seeing the robin on Sunday, I was relieved that I wasn't overwhelmed by joy.
But then, new doubts arose.
"In that case, why would he suddenly contact you? We've never had any contact with him before..."
"The email said that my voice was a good match for his new song, which is why he contacted me."
However, after being silent for hundreds of years, his sudden reappearance and contact with me is indeed suspicious. I should ask him to clarify things.
Robin: Senior, what was your reason for proposing this collaboration?
The plagiarist: My fans all thought I was dead.
The song thief: I need to jump around to prove I'm still alive.
The thief: Otherwise they would exile me to cold Siberia to grow potatoes.
The robin chuckled softly.
I didn't expect this senior to be so humorous.
Robin: So what do we need to give up for this collaboration?
The song thief: The songs I uploaded before were all free, and this time will be no exception.
The song thief: Just don't let these songs down.
Robin: You mean...
Robin: Free?
The person who stole the music: Yes.
Faced with this situation that seemed like a windfall, the robin's expression was not one of joy, but rather of wariness.
"Something's not right, brother."
The robin looked at his phone, frowned, and said with a serious expression:
"We may have really encountered a scammer."
In the robin's mind, a complete logical chain had already formed to prove that the other party was a liar.
My efforts over the years have earned me some fame in the universe, so it's normal for my account to be constantly watched.
Similarly, the accounts of those who steal music are constantly being monitored. The moment the account of the person who steals music follows them, a bold and meticulous criminal gang immediately sets their sights on them.
They forged accounts to look exactly like the plagiarist, using the plagiarist's name to promote their own songs and profit from them!
If you are blinded by immediate gains, agree, sign the contract, and then promote it using the alleged plagiarism as a selling point...
Just when everyone was overjoyed, the person who stole the music suddenly issued a statement, claiming that they had never collaborated with him, but had only followed him...
Then I would be in a situation of no return...
That was close; I almost got set up.
In a mere instant, the robin conjured up a shocking conspiracy.
Now there's only one question left with this guess.
Why can fake accounts even fake their follower count?
"Did they say something? Why are you suddenly suspicious?"
"He said that this collaboration was completely free, and all I had to do was sing my heart out. Although the songs of the song thief are indeed always free, it is impossible to collaborate with such a person without asking for anything in return."
"This... is indeed suspicious. But we can't completely rule out the possibility that it's the person's... eccentric behavior. Let's be more careful and have him send us a sample song first to see the specifics before making a judgment."
The robin pondered for a moment, then finally nodded in agreement.
Robin: Senior, could you please provide a short sample of the song for me to listen to?
The song thief: I'll just sing you a part of it.
Bai Luan took out the Anywhere Door and went to the music room of the Black Tower House, where he found a piano.
Now there's only one problem standing in my way.
I can't play the piano.
Okay, I used to make accompaniments using electronic editing, as long as I had the sheet music.
But now, since it was just a spur-of-the-moment thing, I don't have time to make it up anymore.
Singing a cappella would greatly diminish the effect.
If you perform poorly and the robin refuses to cooperate, you'll be in a real predicament.
Um...
It turns out that those in power are the ones who cause harm.
At times like this, it's time to activate the "little black room" (a form of detention or reprimand).
When I come out again next time, I will be a piano master!
The next second, Bai Luan entered the small dark room.
"Heita, can you play the piano?"
"Um?"
The Great Black Tower walked over with great interest.
Why are you being so refined today? Are you trying to cultivate a more elegant and sophisticated image?
"Because I needed to use the piano temporarily, I thought I'd just learn this skill while I was at it."
"It seems you'll be staying here for a long time again, but unfortunately, this body doesn't have a piano module installed."
"Is that so? It seems we have no choice but to ask the system for help."
"Don't rush, this body doesn't have it, but the doll's body has modules."
The Great Black Tower waved its hand, and the puppets that had been there came to life and walked over.
"Let her teach you."
Bai Luan glanced at the Black Tower doll, a doll operating in pure intelligent mode, which looked somewhat dull.
"Then there's no need to look for the system."
"Teaching a piano beginner is very tedious, so I'll be going now. I'll come back to see you when you've practiced enough."
Thanks.
The Great Black Tower did not reply, but turned and left.
The Black Tower Doll sat down next to Bai Luan after the Black Tower left.
Fortunately, the piano bench is long enough that two people can sit comfortably without feeling cramped.
What followed was a long, long period of practice.
"Wrong." "Incorrect." "You pressed the wrong key." "Too slow." "You played the wrong note again." "I got distracted."
With unparalleled precision and meticulousness, the Black Tower Doll corrected Bai Luan's mistakes like a robot.
After making countless mistakes, the Black Tower Doll frowned, as if it had reached a certain threshold, and turned to look at Bai Luan.
"W-what's wrong?"
The Black Tower doll didn't say much, but simply raised its hands, pinched Bai Luan's cheeks, and then vigorously rubbed them:
"Pay more attention and make fewer mistakes!"
Understand!?"
"Um...I...I understand..."
Bai Luan's face was distorted and deformed in the puppet's hands, and her voice was muffled.
"Could...could you...let go first..."
The black tower doll wasn't kneaded for long before it was released.
Bai Luan rubbed her flushed cheeks and looked at the Black Tower doll beside her with some confusion.
Logically speaking, the Black Tower doll wouldn't do such a thing...
Just as Bai Luan was puzzled, the Great Black Tower's voice, tinged with laughter, rang out:
"Looks like you've triggered the Easter egg I left for you."
Bai Luan turned her head and looked at the Great Black Tower, which was introducing its masterpiece.
"Appropriate punishment is beneficial to your progress. Whenever you accumulate a certain number of mistakes, 'I' will get angry."
"You really do have a knack for investing energy in the weirdest things..."
"It's interesting and effective, isn't it? With punishment, you'll think about not making mistakes and take the matter more seriously."
The Great Black Tower came up behind the Black Tower doll and gently placed his hands on her shoulders.
"I randomly selected the number of times the punishment was triggered, and the method of punishment was also randomly chosen."
This time it might be a gentle rub on your cheek, next time it might be turning my head away and ignoring you, or it might be pulling out my hammer and chasing you for several minutes. Genius, right?
Bai Luan rubbed her cheeks.
Yes, a genius.
This is exactly what the Black Tower of the Genius Club likes to do.
He sighed, and said with a hint of helplessness:
"Whatever makes you happy."
Chapter 60 Life, it shines like a song.
The next second in reality, Bai Luan returned from the dark room.
The black and white keys on the piano were no longer unfamiliar; they had become quite familiar.
Bai Luan glanced around again.
It feels a bit strange not having a Black Tower doll sitting there...
In the early stages, I was quite worried about triggering penalties, but I was lucky and the penalties I triggered were not severe.
Poke yourself with your finger, mess up your hair, ignore yourself for five minutes, flick your own forehead...
These were all punishments for minor pranks.
Later, as they became more familiar with the process, they made fewer and fewer mistakes, and thus there was no longer any opportunity to trigger this punishment.
Um...
Why do I feel a little bit of a pity?
Bai Luan scratched his head, thinking that he was probably sick.
However, now that we're back to reality, we can't afford to waste time carelessly.
Bai Luan took out her phone and placed it on the piano.
Then he stroked the piano keys from left to right as a warm-up.
He then turned on the recording on his phone.
"This song asks me to use what to keep you here."
After saying this, Bai Luan paused slightly, gathering her emotions.
Then, the first key was pressed, and the music suddenly began. After a brief prelude, the lyrics started to play:
You forgot
The cold wind swept across the wound.