Black Tortoise strode in with her long legs, walking in with such casual ease.
Inside the Main Hall, White Tiger was levitating above a giant Sand Table composed of countless streams of light.
Her small figure darted through the torrents of data flashing by, her hands waving as she constantly adjusted every parameter on the Sand Table.
Her face was a mixture of creative fervor and the exhaustion of being tormented by frequent bugs.
Seeing Black Tortoise break through her Law defense so easily, White Tiger froze for a moment, then angrily put her hands on her hips.
"Hey! You lazybones! Who let you just walk in?!"
Black Tortoise, however, seemed not to hear. Her gaze was completely captivated by that giant Sand Table.
On the Sand Table, miniature mountains, rivers, cities, and races were evolving at a thousandfold speed.
A newly born "human" civilization, because its initial power setting was too low, had its entire nation wiped out by a "slime" by the roadside right after leaving the Beginner Village.
Seeing this, White Tiger immediately raised the growth coefficient of the "humans," but as a result, this group of "humans" became ridiculously strong in the late game, repeatedly grinding the "Demon Lord" responsible for balancing the ecology into the ground.
"Balance... is so troublesome..."
Black Tortoise stared at the Sand Table, speaking with a dreamy tone that echoed the inner thoughts of every game designer.
Her gaze drifted across the Sand Table for a moment before finally turning slowly toward the furious White Tiger, who was about to explode, showing a rare hint of interest.
"So this is what you woke me up for?"
"It looks... a tiny bit more interesting than sleeping."
Before White Tiger could even puff out her flat little chest to accept the praise, Black Tortoise asked a soul-piercing question in her soft, syrupy voice.
"But Xiaobai, this thing you made called a 'game,' can it let me win while lying down, without using my brain or moving my hands?"
"..."
The air in the entire Main Hall froze for three seconds.
The silver twin tails on top of White Tiger's head visibly bristled, and even the golden Logic Runes floating around her emitted a creaking sound from being overburdened.
That was the sound of a hardcore producer's dignity being trampled upon by an idle player!
"Get... the... hell... out!"
A sharp roar echoed through the Temple. Due to her excitement, the pair of silver twin tails whipped through the air with a crisp snap.
"The core of a game lies in strategy! In extreme resource management and flawless numerical calculations!"
White Tiger pointed at Black Tortoise's nose, her finger trembling.
"An ultimate slacker like you, who finds even rolling over too tiring, is not worthy of defiling my sacred masterpiece!"
"If you want that kind of idle trash where you can win with two clicks, go left at the exit and play with the mud in the pigsty!"
This still wasn't enough to vent her anger. White Tiger's two small hands frantically adjusted something in mid-air.
"I'm telling you! Not only will I refuse to design that kind of mode, I'm going to create a 'Lazy Person Correction' mode tailored just for you!"
"You must be online for sixteen hours every day, and your actions per minute cannot be less than three hundred. If you don't complete the tasks, your attributes will be deducted!"
"I'll let you know what a hellish place where only 'Involution Kings' and 'Liver Emperors' can survive is!"
Black Tortoise frowned deeply, annoyed by her shouting, and covered her ears with her hands, her face practically screaming "So annoying."
Outside the hall, Lin Qingyue's eyelids twitched as she listened.
Good grief, this is the reverse operation of an Anti-Addiction System, isn't it?
This Celestial God is truly gifted when it comes to torturing players!
Should I introduce Her to Souls-like games...
Just then, Azure Dragon and Vermilion Bird finally couldn't bear the commotion any longer. They stepped through the broken gap in the Formation and entered the Main Hall.
Azure Dragon held an Azure Jade Talisman pen in her hand, walking while disdainfully surveying the violent Metal Qi all around.
"Crude, devoid of depth. Is this the rule-trash you've cobbled together?"
Vermilion Bird was even less polite, taking a seat on a metal chair with an imposing posture, legs crossed, as she toyed with the empty purple clay teapot in her hand.
"Phainon, I came to support you before I could even take a sip of my tea. You'd better guarantee this thing can kill some time, or I'll set this broken table on fire."
Seeing the three Celestial Gods gathered, White Tiger, instead of holding back, became even more excited.
With a wave of her small hand, the entire Sand Table collapsed again, as she attempted to recompile a more stringent, more perfect set of underlying logic in front of her colleagues.
Seeing White Tiger's body glowing with intense golden light, poised to restart and trigger a major reshuffle of the Laws, Black Tortoise finally made a move.
If White Tiger were allowed to continue modifying like this, this continent wouldn't have a moment's peace for the next three days, and his own sleeping environment would suffer a devastating blow.
Faced with the highest guiding principle of "sleeping peacefully," Black Tortoise was forced to demonstrate a shocking level of efficiency that completely contradicted his nature.
"Sigh... what a pain."
He sighed, his voice filled with the endless grievance of "Why do you have to force me to work?"
He resentfully extended that white jade-like index finger and gently tapped the Sand Table that was about to dissipate in mid-air.
A ripple composed purely of ink and wash spread outward, drilling with absolute precision into White Tiger's intricate and tangled logic chains.
Several data overflow points, which were about to cause a crash due to excessively high parameter settings, were forcibly enveloped, slowed down, and solidified by this viscous ink.
Then, in an unprecedented move, Black Tortoise turned his head and, using that sweet, soft voice that made everyone's scalp tighten, issued a command to Azure Dragon and Vermilion Bird.
"Lend a hand. Hurry up and help her finish fixing this pile of junk, or none of us four will get any peace."
The Runic Pen in Azure Dragon's hand paused.
Vermilion Bird uncrossed her legs.
Have them, majestic Celestial Gods, act as assistants for a Sand Table?
If word got out, where would the Celestial Gods' faces be kept?
However, Black Tortoise's completely unmotivated black eyes were staring at them.
The surrounding space was suppressed by the Law of "Absolute Slowness" until it felt like a block of iron. Azure Dragon had to exert an immense effort just to summon a single wisp of breeze.
This was not a discussion.
This was the ultimate ultimatum, delivered with the most indolent attitude.
"Crude work."
Azure Dragon snorted coldly, yet still resignedly raised her Runic Pen.
Azure spiritual power threads shot into the Sand Table as she began to reshape those withered parameter descriptions.
"Such a vulgar skill description is simply an insult to my eyes."
"What's with 'Deal two hundred damage'? It must be changed to 'Wild winds rage and sweep away fallen leaves, a murderous aura severing the guts and breaking the heart.' Only then does it have the a scholar's spirit!"
"You damn bitch, if you're going to rewrite the text, rewrite the text, but don't touch my special effect triggers!"
Vermilion Bird swore and raised her hand, slamming a ball of crimson flame into the Sand Table's Core.
She brutally poured the purest Power of Frenzy into the bodies of those miniature troop units.
"Not even a spark from clashing blades? You call this a fight? This lady will add realistic physical feedback and the highest-level visual explosions to every single Basic Attack!"
White Tiger originally wanted to protest them messing with her code.
But as she watched the logic framework, polished by Azure Dragon, empowered by Vermilion Bird, and reinforced by Black Tortoise's ink to be indestructible, she shut her mouth and joined this myth-grade bug-fixing project with her eyes shining.
The Authorities of the four Celestial Gods wildly intertwined within this small space.
The gold representing attack, the azure representing Vitality, the red representing violent fury, and the black representing stillness forcedly fused into a perfect balance that transcended common sense within this Sand Table.
An hour later.
The blinding light finally subsided.
The massive Holographic Sand Table vanished, replaced by a complete set of shimmering physical cards resting quietly on the table, as well as a physical game board as deep as if it were reflecting the starry sky.
The ultimate Tabletop Game War of the Gods, crafted by the four Celestial Gods at the cost of countless Divine Power, was officially complete!
Bang! The heavy doors of the White Tiger Temple were thrown open from the inside with brute force.
The White Tiger Loli rushed out like a cannonball, her face flushed with extreme excitement.
She immediately spotted Lin Qingyue and her three companions waiting in the courtyard.
This Celestial God, who had a temper worse than a stone in a latrine and who snapped at everyone the moment she spoke, now behaved as if she had found a rare treasure.
Ignoring all formalities, she charged up to Lin Qingyue, grabbed her sleeve, and pulled her toward the Main Hall with all her might.
"You came at the perfect time! Hurry, hurry, hurry! Don't just stand there!"
"We're short one... no, we're short four! Come and help this God with the final closed testing!"
"This concerns the ultimate definition of 'perfection'!"