Interstellar Travel: Becoming a Dress-Up Game Designer

Chapter 354

The foundation of Qingfengyi is there, and it cannot be easily touched; otherwise, the speed at which a game collapses is unimaginable. Virtual things don't need a day, they don't need hours, they can be shut down in just a few seconds.

Furthermore, everyone tacitly believes that no matter how Qingfengyi is targeted in reality, the value of in-game items will never be depreciated or disappear. Although games account for less than 20% of Qingfengyi's assets, which are mostly real estate from various studios and partner planets, the game is the most relevant entity. Its influence, the percentage of other people's assets held, and its network of connections are all far greater and more extensive than Qingfengyi's offline assets over the past few years. As long as these people, influence, and relationships remain, Qingfengyi's game will be fine; someone will prevent it from being affected.

Instead, we should seize the opportunity and launch events while the weather is still pleasant, sending people in to snap up items before most players are aware of the details.

Rare items in the auction house have increased in price again, leaving many ordinary players confused. Why did the price go up again?

Many large player groups have changed their names to strange titles like "Studio," "Guild," and "Mall." At the same time, they've laid off many people and are now hiring again. This time, hiring isn't just about having a shared interest; there are technical requirements. You need to be able to sculpt, write storylines, make costumes, etc.—you need a skill, otherwise you're not hired. This change has left many players confused, and the leaders of these player groups are even more bewildered.

Because the player who was kicked out actually took away a huge amount of the player's wealth!!

This wealth calculation doesn't require allocation from the Player Pavilion founders; it's just directly deducted from their accounts?

They hurriedly flipped through the player guild's terms of service, only to discover a hidden clause in the hundreds of pages of densely packed contracts: members who voluntarily leave the guild can choose to take some assets with them, while those expelled will have their profits distributed according to an official algorithm!

When the Players' Pavilion was established, who could have imagined its current state? We used to agree to all the agreements because we couldn't establish it if we didn't agree. Now it's such a huge mess!

The official algorithm is simple and straightforward, focusing on three points: time of joining the player's guild, contribution to the player's guild, and the proportion allocated to the total number of players. According to this calculation, many guild leaders who haven't contributed much even receive less than other veteran players, because they've always assumed that the wealth collected by everyone in the player's guild belongs to them—and now they're being told it doesn't?

The biggest contribution of those most unambitious pavilion leaders has actually been establishing the Player Pavilion...

Sister Xunmei and Deng Yijun gathered together, observing the changes in Qingfengyi. The muscular bastard sighed, "They... they can't be treated this way. They came together because of shared interests and common pleasures. What kind of behavior is it to kick them aside now?"

The other companions also sighed with emotion. Sister Xunmei plunged her greatsword into the ground with a 'bang' and said, "My Bajun Pavilion will not expel any of my brothers. As long as we share the same interests, I will accept them into the family."

Deng Yijun didn't care, because his Player's Pavilion wasn't initially recruited based on hobbies; the different selection criteria actually brought in many technical talents from various industries. Furthermore, his contributions to the Player's Pavilion had always been paramount, so dismissing others wouldn't affect him much. After all, they wouldn't take anything away from him. However, the current atmosphere at Qingfengyi was really not good.

"They might regret it if their haste causes player unrest."

The other companions felt a chill run down their spines. "What kind of unrest?"

Deng Yijun said calmly, "Qingfengyi's players are different from players of other games. They genuinely love this game. They don't just come in to make money or have some fun. If someone makes the game a mess, what do you think they would do?"

The group was still confused; what else could the players do?

At most, I'd report it to the official channels, but Qingfengyi's official team has had quite a few things going on lately. I heard there have been 170,000 lawsuits, 300 cargo thefts by space pirates, and five riots on Planet Huaxia...

Forget about finding time to play games; he can't even handle the life-threatening situations outside.

Even those who know the inside story aren't planning to do anything, so what can ordinary players do?

Just as the game was in turmoil, the interstellar mainframe suddenly malfunctioned, triggering the ninth shutdown event since the holographic network's inception. All personal computers and holographic pods shut down, rendering them completely unable to access the internet and only able to communicate via local area network. All spaceships switched to an ancient communication method, completely disconnecting from the mainframe.

A large number of people were kicked out of the online world, leaving everyone bewildered. This bewilderment eventually turned into panic.

Has the Zerg invaded?

Could it be that the hidden planet of the main brain experienced a quantum star explosion that wasn't detected in time?

Did the universe expand and explode?

.......

Various speculations brewed in people's minds, yet they couldn't share their terrible emotions. Long-term social isolation left them disoriented upon returning to reality, unsure of where to go, who to contact, or how to cope with their current situation. Experienced veterans on the local network stepped forward, saying it was a problem with the mainframe, and not to worry, the research institute would fix it soon.

That's what they say, but how could I not worry?

The mainframe control department panicked for a moment when they saw the mainframe was out of control, but quickly realized that their rivals were probably behind it. Most of the previous malfunctions were caused by their rivals.

After figuring out the cause, I calmed down. Although my rival was a mad scientist, he wasn't someone who would destroy the world. Calm down, calm down. Once I calmed down, I quickly observed what my rival was going to do. Strangely, this time my rival only took over the mainframe's operating permissions and then didn't do anything else?

The research institute on the other side of the space pirates is also strange. They granted Lin Shuying access, but she doesn't seem to have done anything.

The subordinate asked worriedly, "Boss, does Designer Lin not know how to operate it?"

"How is that possible? As long as thought exists, it can operate. The main brain is not the same as a stupid server."

They never imagined that Lin Shuying was simply using the mainframe to build the game. This operation was practically equivalent to shutting down and putting it to rest, given the mainframe's capacity to handle 90% of the interstellar network control and intelligent operations. So much so that no one noticed the subtle window change. Lin Shuying's idea was incredibly simple: she wanted to use the mainframe to allow everyone in the entire interstellar world to enter Qingfengyi and participate in the final game event she created during her lifespan. Of course, this event was crucial to Qingfengyi's survival and also to the nature of her gift to the interstellar world.

Then, I simply put in the code that the partner requested, and at the same time, I extracted a piece of my own memory to use as a switch to start the activity.

It's really not complicated.

But a problem occurred when the memory was being extracted. The entire mainframe suddenly shut down and went black. The interstellar side couldn't control it, and the space pirates couldn't detect anything.

Oh open!

This is really going too far.