The virtual empire starts from the game

Chapter 694 Electronic Music Edison Breaks Through the Defenses! (Seeking Monthly Tickets at the End of the Month)
In the lower reaches of the sea of ​​creativity, the electronic Edison fully realized his goals.

If he hadn't experienced it firsthand, he would have found it hard to believe—

It's unbelievable that so many people are so bored that they spend months just to create a pile of garbage!
As soon as he entered the second game world, he was immediately surrounded by a large group of scantily clad, muscular men with huge breasts, prominent hips, and shiny, oily skin.

He was instantly dumbfounded.

What's even more terrifying is that as soon as these big-breasted guys see him, they reveal a perverted and lewd smile, stick out their tongues, and rush up to hug him tightly!

"I'll blanch it!!!"

"I'll burn your grandpa's!!!"

The electronic music Edison took off running!
They had already rushed almost 10 meters away when the system finally notified them that they had been selected.

[Level 1: The Gym Phantom]
[Mission Objective: Escape the gym!]
[Mission Rewards: Four-hand piano duet, superb essential oil massage, unparalleled stress relief and full-body muscle relaxation!]
[Punishment for being caught: Top fitness coach's "Muscle Ripper" leg training course]
[Developer's Tip: All fitness training courses are authentic, reliable, and scientifically effective. You are welcome to try them out in real life.]
"You're giving me little tips?? Forget it!"

How do you escape the gym while being chased by a group of super-muscular men?
This has nothing to do with how fast you run!
Everywhere you look, at every door and every corner, there are bodybuilders wearing briefs and covered in olive oil!

He looks like he just stepped off the bodybuilding stage!
Electro-Edison struggled and dodged, but only managed to delay for 8 seconds before a muscular man grabbed his thigh.

The next second, muscular men from all directions rushed over with shouts of "Oh my gosh~" and pinned him down.

Several men with distorted faces nearby stuck out their tongues and frantically licked his face!
She even licked his lips!
"Ahhhhh!!"

"Developer, you son of a bitch!!!"

Electro-Edison collapsed.

The viewers in the live stream were happy:

"Hahaha, karma's finally caught up with them!"

"Incredible!! Did this developer turn his brain into muscle through working out?"

"It's more like he's trying to take revenge on society after his girlfriend was stolen away by his fitness coach! Hahaha."

"Thank you, host! If you don't go to hell, who will? You've helped me eliminate a wrong option."

"I can't even imagine how devastated a female player would be if she entered the game!"

"I think it's quite exciting, I'd like to try it..."

……

The electronic music Edison was lifted by a group of muscular men using their pectoral muscles to the front of the leg press machine, and then a muscular man wearing black briefs but with a pink tie appeared.

Even though he was practically face-to-face with Edison from EDM, he still pulled out a microphone and shouted with great passion:

"OK OK!! An exciting leg workout day!"

Two burly men appeared behind the coach carrying a large black speaker, and then rousing music began to play.

"Come on, let me start with 30kg! First set! Go for it!!"

……

Edison, the electronic music enthusiast, turned ashen-faced.

He raised his sleeve and wiped the saliva and olive oil off his face, his lips trembling.

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't get the words out.

After being repeatedly slapped on the shoulder by a muscular man, I had no choice but to actually start training my legs...

"Brothers, my tender heart has been severely wounded. I don't want to look for any more bugs. Let me skip this world, okay?"

The electronic Edison tried to beg for mercy.

But as you can imagine, the viewers all disagreed:
"Edison, Edison, how could you give up on your goal so easily?"

"Cheer up and smash this game!"

"You're a professional streamer, you need to have the professional ethics of a streamer! At the very least, you should pass the first three rounds, right?"

……

Edison suffered both physically and mentally from electronic music.

But he was really unwilling to give up so easily, so he gritted his teeth and finished the leg training before starting the game again.

The good news is: the game developers weren't actually trying to take revenge on society—at least not entirely.

On his second attempt, EDM Edison noticed that there were fewer muscular men in the gym.

In other words: failure reduces the difficulty.

However, this time it still failed.

After being licked repeatedly, it was time for another set of leg exercises.

The third attempt failed again; he continued to be licked and his legs continued to be trained.

The fourth attempt was finally successful.

When he rushed out of the gym, his clothes and pants were torn to shreds and covered in olive oil, making him look almost like a beggar.

Colorful ribbons fluttered and music played, celebrating his breakthrough.

But the smile only lasted for a brief moment.

The next second, he was teleported to a massage room and pinned down on a massage bed by two muscular men.

"Thorn-"

"Thorn-"

The clothes and pants were torn to shreds in an instant.

A large bottle of essential oil was poured on his back.

"Pop!" "Pap!" "Pap!" "Pap!"

Four large, fan-like hands slapped him hard on his back, waist, legs, and buttocks.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah~~~" Electronic Edison screamed repeatedly.

—This is the reward for completing the level.

But Edison didn't want electronic music...

Edison was manipulated like a toy for a full 10 minutes before being teleported again to the second stage.

[Second Level: The Sauna Horror]
[Mission Objective: Escape the sauna!]
[Mission Reward: A Grandmaster-level Iron Palm Bath Master will scrub every inch of your body clean!]
[Punishment for being caught: Substitute for the ailing bathhouse attendant to give a full-body scrub to a Yokozuna-level sumo wrestler.]
When Edison looked down, he realized that all he had left was a towel covering his genitals and buttocks.

Looking around again, he saw a group of burly, tattooed gangsters with full-body tattoos on their arms and backs, all staring at him menacingly.

Without a doubt, these gangsters also only had a towel on them.

Edison's vision went black.

"Screw you, I'm not playing anymore!!"

"Let whoever wants to play, play!"

He quickly brought up the control panel and was about to exit the game.

But just a second before he tapped "[Exit Game World]" with his index finger, a bald gangster pounced on him and slammed his head into his stomach!
Edison's body snapped instantly, and he was sent flying backward.

The next second, a group of naked men wrapped only in towels pounced on them one after another.

The electronic music Edison was covered in sweat and felt like he was completely dirty.

When the mission failed and I was teleported, seeing the terrifying mountain of flesh of the sumo wrestler made me want to die!
No matter how much his fans tried to persuade him, he absolutely refused to stay.

Leave this game world without any regrets.

After soaking in the warm sea of ​​creativity for a while, he finally recovered and entered the third little world bubble.

This time it was much more normal.

At least you weren't thrown into a bunch of naked men the moment you entered the game.

Edison, the electronic music enthusiast, surveyed his surroundings—

A cramped one-bedroom apartment, dirty clothes piled on a chair, moldy and damp corners, half-dead plants, a wardrobe with a detached door, and a CD player still playing upbeat music...

It looked like the room of a young person living in poverty.

"Phew—" Electro-Edison plopped down on the bed and let out a long breath.

"Finally, a normal person has arrived."

"Was the developer of the last game definitely gay?"

"He's a gay man who's not quite mentally stable!"

"Alright, let me see how this game is. The third one should be something normal."

When the music ends, the CD player automatically stops.

Lines of text appeared on the wall in front of the bed—

"Paradise City is the most luxurious and prosperous city in the world!"
This is the closest place to heaven, and also the closest place to hell.

For the rich, this is paradise on earth.

For the poor, this place is another hell. And you, a nobody struggling at the bottom.

His mother died early, his father was addicted to gambling, and his younger brother was seriously ill...

You are as light as a feather, your life is worthless, and no one cares.

But now, fate has smiled upon you.

You have received a special invitation…

……

"Oh!" Electro-Dison looked at the descriptions and quickly became interested. "Is this about joining a mysterious organization to overthrow the rule of the rich and bring fairness and justice to the poor? It's getting epic!"

"He built a city? That's awesome!"

"The only problem is, isn't there something wrong with this family...?"

Amidst his excitement and confusion, the last few lines emerged:

"The top male stripper group in Paradise City has sent you an audition invitation!"
If you pass the interview, you can join the world's strongest male stripper group, gain wealth and fame, and create your own legend!
The moment of choice has arrived!

Do you want to remain unknown, or become an overnight sensation and become another legendary stripper in Paradise City?!

"..."

Edison fell silent.

The viewers in the live stream also fell silent.

"Fuck your mother!"

"You're making such a big show of it, I thought you were going to start a revolution! Turns out you just want to be a male stripper??"

"Wealth and fame? They're probably just the most famous gigolo in Paradise City, aren't they?"

"What if it's a rich woman...?"

"Go, go, go! Go see the world!"

……

Edison's dilemma regarding electronic music.

Should I quit immediately, or see what a male stripper's daily life is like?

This is undoubtedly a very difficult choice.

Under strong persuasion from female viewers, Electro-Edison reluctantly went for it.

Then he was teleported to a nightclub.

"?" Edison was dumbfounded. "No transportation, just teleportation?"

"Where is your Paradise City?"

"Could it be that it doesn't exist at all??"

He is right.

It really doesn't.

Paradise City only exists in this description.

There are only three buildings in this bubble world—the small house at the start, the large nightclub, and a large house that you can buy later when you have money.

The core activities take place almost entirely in nightclubs.

Electronic Edison didn't stick with the game for long and quickly gave up, even though the female viewers in the live stream tried desperately to persuade him to stay.

the reason is simple--

This game actually requires you to learn boy band dances!

And you also have to train, rehearse, perform, serve customers, sell alcohol, and be groped by a bunch of male dancers...

Edison simply couldn't handle the electronic music.

"I feel that if you can beat this game, you could actually use that skill to make money in nightclubs in real life."

"And a lot of money!"

"It's not impossible to hook up with a rich woman!"

"If any of you guys need it... come back for further training in two weeks! I'll pass..."

The electronic Edison fled to the next world as if escaping.

The world is finally a bit more normal, but Edison didn't find electronic music interesting at all—

This is a game called "Nail Art Transformation," which was likely created by a female developer.

The game involves working in a nail salon, doing nail art for customers to earn money, and then using the money to buy materials, develop new designs, renovate the shop, and open branch stores.

However, unlike typical simulation management games, this game's customers are not all people, but rather a variety of animals that will come to your door.

The electronic music Edison encountered a Tyrannosaurus Rex that came to his door to do manicures.

He played for a while, but didn't find it enjoyable, so he left.

However, after entering the fifth world, he immediately regretted not staying longer in the previous world.

The name of the new world is: Scent of a Woman.

The name sounded great, and Electro Edison thought his luck had turned around.

But in less than five minutes, he realized he was completely wrong!
The gameplay involves first observing the clothing, figure, and appearance of six female NPCs.

Then the NPC will be covered by a box, undergo a series of dazzling position changes, and then feet will stick out from a hole in the box.

His task was to get close to the feet and smell them without touching them.

Then, identify the target person based on their scent.

Whether this gameplay is scientific or not...

There is some basis to that—some NPCs look very slovenly, some are sweating profusely while wearing thick sneakers, some are wearing stockings, some are barefoot, and some are extremely fat.

Based on these characteristics, it is possible to roughly rank them according to the order of "strongest flavor to mildest flavor".

but……

"What kind of freak would develop such a monstrous game?!"

"This isn't even foot fetish!"

"Can people with foot odor problems please keep it to themselves and not let it out to cause trouble for society?!"

EDM Edison immediately jumped out and blocked the game and its developers.

He angrily entered the next world bubble, desperately wanting to find a normal game to improve his mood.

Then, he accidentally stumbled into "Goblin Chef King Competition!"

Yes, there is an exclamation mark in the name of this game.

At first, Edison didn't understand why, and thought it was because the developers were full of passion and confidence in their game.

When he started cooking the [Rotten Swamp Slime Sashimi] and [Maggot Cheese Mille Crepe] according to the recipes, he found that he had to squeeze toad eggs with his bare hands, squeeze out the oozing liquid and mix it with wriggling slime and rotten fish eyes, and then layer live maggots on expired goat milk curds, and sprinkle a little bat guano on top for flavor...

He felt like his brain was about to explode.

Looking at this "Chef King Competition" again, I feel that there are far too few exclamation marks!

This game should be called "The Sewer Goblin: Who Eats, Dies – The Death Chef King Championship!!!"

While the other goblins were enthusiastically cooking all sorts of outrageous and edible dishes, Edison quit the game in despair.

He was on the verge of a breakdown and started saying incoherent things to the live stream camera:

"Are all these independent developers crazy?!"

"This is the Genesis Engine!!"

"In the field of game development, it is the most dazzling jewel in the crown."

"But these people... they're treating this priceless gem like a worthless rock!"

"No! Calling it a stubborn rock is too kind! It's basically being used as an anal plug!!"

"If it weren't for this 'luxury anal plug,' their work wouldn't even qualify as 'dung art.'"

"It's just shit!!"

"Dung!!!"

……

Electro Edison was incredibly unlucky; he didn't encounter a single excellent independent developer and was completely overwhelmed by a series of terrible games...

Players who choose established development teams are in a much better position.

(End of this chapter)