–Scenes of the five elements, so, is it necessary to balance their numbers?–
In the room, Yuwen Haowen frowned and began to review the content recently added by himself and dozens of others including Gong Huanwu.
He was planning where to increase the scarce scenes related to fire and metal elements.
……
The thing he had been worrying about finally achieved a critical breakthrough.
Huan Bao’er returned to the room and lay leisurely on the velvet soft bed.
–When this matter ends, I should gain quite a bit of production experience.–
After thinking for a moment, she got up, pulled open the drawer, and looked at the wood-grain pendant inside.
A few days ago, she had heard that her cheap goddaughter, instigated by Yang Zicang and that Zorro, seemed to be mysteriously up to something.
But in the following days, apart from mobilizing a large number of lost-thought wavebands, there was nothing else.
Since it hadn’t been publicly reported, it was very likely that these little rascals were doing something sneaky in the spiritual world.
–Heh heh, little Jiaoma, it seems you also have the potential to directly enter my group.–
Huan Bao’er smiled and turned her palm over. Another delicate white hand materialized, and like twisting ripples, her entire form transformed into a majestic, elf-like snow-white figure.
Then she hung the modified wood-grain pendant around her neck and vanished completely from the bed.
……
–Like this, right? Make one side of them slightly curved?–
–Correct.–
In the mental illusion field, Yang Zicang swiftly pressed a curved indentation into the long sides of the two scenes.
Meanwhile, Jiao Ma was dismantling decorative elements—mud stakes, floor tiles, wallpaper—in the scenes of Wantu Fortress and the Crown of Green Lotus. Compared to the start, her speed, technical fluidity, and accuracy were now leagues ahead.
Bo Bo Li stayed close to them. As long as the two were present, the youth could imagine certain scenes into existence using his own fantasy, and then have Jiao Ma stabilize them on the fly—all thanks to the power of the –Right of Mental Manifestation- they kept drawing upon.
The busy trio had no idea that an extra person had already appeared among them.
Huan Bao’er looked a bit puzzled at the scenes that kept appearing in the air and vanishing just as quickly.
–These guys are practicing?-
Huan Bao’er crouched in front of the boy, eyeing a clock placed before him.
She watched Bo Bo Li focus on tinkering with the clock’s inner parts, and thought: These little rascals sneak off here to do this kind of thing? What are they planning—practicing to become arena city designers in the future?
And where did that little blond come from, anyway?
After watching for a while, Huan Bao’er sat down on the grass, hugged her knees, and let the wind of the spiritual world blow over her, as if she’d gone back to the carefree days of herding sheep on the prairie long ago.
After lingering a bit, Huan Bao’er—whose body was already transparent—vanished from the place.
After she left, Boboli, who had been staring at the clock for a long time, conjured up the image of a music box again—one he had found in Hub Town over the past two days. It didn’t take much time to memorize its structure.
Next, he imagined a fixed crane.
Looking at these things, Boboli scratched his head with slight frustration.
–Sister Jiaojiao, I really want to go into the Demon Hero Hall of Executive Croft that you mentioned and have some fun there!-
The Wanto Fortress is Croft’s first famous work. I heard it originally had a lot of reward content, but unfortunately, this design drawing doesn’t reflect that.
–Is that something meant for people to play? Even though it looks like a game, you must never treat it as a real game. People die.-
–I…- Boboli’s hands itched as he grasped at the phantom shape before him.
Jiaoma squinted at him: –Don’t you dare think about turning this thing into something like that Executive’s content.-
–Hehehe, a Demon King’s Castle without treasure chests—that just doesn’t make sense, does it?-
–Don’t even think about it!-
……
–Today is the day for submission for review!-
In the office, more than seventy people looked at Gong Huanwu with excitement.
Yuwen Haowen stepped forward and grasped Gong Huanwu’s hand:
–Respected Executive Huanwu, thank you for giving me this opportunity.-
Gong Huanwu placed a hand on his, and the two shook hands vigorously.
–And I also want to thank you, Mr. Haowen, for your efforts. Building the Demon Hero Hall outside the trajectory of fate—what an incredibly difficult task it is!-
–Yes! But with this experience, I think I’ll take a giant leap toward my dream of becoming an arena city designer.-
After several rounds of mutual encouragement,
Yuwen Haowen checked the projected illusion once more.
Confirming it was flawless, he solemnly handed over the mental spectrum synchronizer—a device acting as a team leader credential—to Gong Huanwu with both hands.
–Inside, I’ve already signed my name and the name of Starlight Illusion.-
–Wait for our good news.-
Gong Huanwu took it and rushed without pause to Huan Bao’er and the others, who were already waiting in an ancient control room.
Inside the room, Kroft’s eyes fixed on Gong Huanwu as he ran in.
–Come on in, we’ve been waiting for you, hmph.-
……
It was mid-December.
With the design work temporarily concluded, Yang Zicang took a half-month leave.
In truth, he might resign directly after that half month, because by then it would be the end of the month—the day his city’s ranking battle began.
Fu Qiyong didn’t press him; he had long heard about how Secretary Kroft had been giving Yang Zicang special treatment. That crushing workload would have been enough to overwhelm even him. So he readily approved Yang Zicang’s leave.
–Get some good rest. If that photo weren’t so restricted, I’d have applied for a replacement for you. But for you, it doesn’t really matter, does it?-
–Thank you, Team Leader Fu, for looking after me. I’m truly sorry I couldn’t be of much help.-
–Didn’t you work for a month? Besides, you contributed to the construction of this Magic Spirit Hall, so there’s no such thing as not being helpful. When you leave, I’ll give you what you want. That’s something Director Mengxi gave me a long time ago.-
–Thank you, Team Leader!-
Yang Zicang couldn’t wait to go back and start the next construction. The Chronos expansion could end at any moment, and if he didn’t hurry, he might not finish in time. But at this point, Yang Zicang was no longer as anxious as before—the other two Magic Spirit Halls had already been submitted today. Only now did he learn that the Lost Illusion Company was still remodeling the Green Lotus Crown.
This delighted him—so the company had a backup plan after all.
Even if he couldn’t complete it, it didn’t matter anymore.
Only now did he sober up a bit; what he had been doing was truly reckless.
With just three or four people, he had fantasized about building an arena city.
What utter nonsense.
…..
On the quiet night, Huan Bao’er put on the wood-grain-like gray-black mind-force pendant for the third time.
Seeing the three still busy figures, Huan Bao’er gradually materialized, walking over from the distant grass like a majestic fairy stepping out of a dream.
–What are you all so busy with?- she asked, deliberately stern.
–Ah! Auntie Huanhuan.-
Jiao Ma exclaimed, her face full of surprise and awkward embarrassment.
The thing she had been praying would never happen finally occurred today. Little Jiaoma knew that her godmother had a wood-pomegranate pendant capable of entering the mental illusion.
From the distant Yang Zicang’s employee card, light flickered like star orbits, suddenly appearing on the ground before the two.
–What are you little brats up to?-
–Director-General, we…-
Yang Zicang’s voice also carried a hint of embarrassment.
He hadn’t expected Huan Bao’er to be so bored as to wear the pendant and sleep.
–We didn’t know that you, Director-General, also had a contingency plan. So, a month ago, we discussed on our own, wanting to try and see if we could reconstruct the design drafts for a Mo Ying Hall. I know it’s a bit fanciful.-
A glimmer of light flashed in Huan Bao’er’s eyes.
She turned to look at Boboli, who stood nervously to one side, and snorted, saying:
–The three of you delusionally think you can build a Mo Ying Hall? Hah, truly a newborn calf who fears no tiger.-
Hearing that assessment, Boboli felt a sting inside. He knew this woman, who seemed to have stepped out of a dreamworld, must be of high status, but her immediate put-down annoyed him.
Before Boboli could dwell on it, the woman exuding an intimidating aura turned her gaze toward him.
–Among the three, what are you responsible for, little yellow hair?- Huan Bao’er asked with a smile that kept people at arm’s length.
–I…-
–He is the chief designer.-
–Huh, ha. What’s this? You three have formed a ‘little action group’? Oh my, how impressive—you even managed to get a ‘chief designer’ on board. Not bad, little Jiao Ma, and you too, up-and-comer Mr. New Matt Chao.-
Yang Zicang coughed awkwardly.
Blushing, Jiao Ma explained on behalf of the young man, –Godmother, Bo Boli is amazing. He really helped us put all this content together in such a short time. I feel like even if we submitted it now, it might actually get approved.-
Daydreaming. Huan Bao’er muttered inwardly, then shifted her gaze to Bo Boli.
The young man quickly said, –Sister Director-General, Sister Jiao Ma is exaggerating a bit. We’ve only just finished most of the scenes, and we haven’t even combined them yet.-
–So you mean, you only have fragmented scenes, without even a framework?-
The first two times she came in, they were messing with all sorts of random stuff. She hadn’t even seen a finished product with her own eyes.
The third time she came in, there were even more scenes—countless layers piled up haphazardly, blotting out the sky.
Though it was impossible to recreate the Demon Lord’s Hall, it was still impressive that these three had managed to build such an exaggerated scene in just a few days. At least they were devoted to the company. Huan Bao’er wanted to praise and encourage them, but in the end, she held back and instead said with a smile:
–Give it up. There’s no way you’ll succeed. The deadline is almost here, and at most, the day after tomorrow in real time, I’ll stop the application for extending the Chronos state. You know that maintaining that state for too long will cause serious damage to the trajectory of fate.-
–The day after tomorrow?!- Jiao Ma was taken aback. She hadn’t expected her godmother to deliver such devastating news the moment she appeared.
–No, Director General, please support us. We already have a framework,- Yang Zicang said, glancing at Boboli, whose expression had suddenly shifted, then turning to the woman’s telekinetic form. –In fact, we’re already ninety percent done—just the final assembly left.-
–Ninety percent?-
Huan Bao’er gazed up at the sky, where the scenes were nearly identical in shape. They all shared the same outline, differing only in the contents within each scene.
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