You said you were going to make games, how did you become the richest man without doing anything?

"Are fists not enough for you?"

The game's narrator's voice suddenly sounded, with obvious helplessness and a hint of...subtle compromise?

Wang Laoju raised the corners of his mouth slightly, controlled the mouse, made the character stay in place, and looked at the prompts on the screen with interest.

"Oh?" He licked his lips lightly, a hint of teasing in his eyes, "Are you implying that I can continue to cause trouble?"

The barrage in the live broadcast room instantly scrolled up——

【Hahahaha, the narrator has already accepted his fate! 】

【Lao Ju: The more you say that, the more I want to try it! 】

The planning team cried: What kind of monster did we create?!

"I just hope they don't notice."

There was a hint of nervousness in the narrator's tone, as if he was afraid that Wang Laoju's actions would lead to some irreversible consequences.

But this obviously made Wang Laoju more interested.

"They? Who?" He manipulated the mouse and slowly adjusted the perspective, trying to find out who the "they" mentioned by the narrator was referring to.

However, at this point, only a new, vague system prompt popped up on the screen:

——"Developers only..."

Wang Laoju narrowed his eyes slightly and tapped the table subconsciously with his fingers, thinking about the meaning behind this sentence.

"Developer-only content?"

He manipulated the mouse and tried to scan the environment on the screen with the magnifying glass he had just obtained.

Sure enough, in a corner of the picture, he found a crack that almost blended into the background - a slender silver crack, like some kind of hidden passage that could only be seen under the focus of a magnifying glass.

"Looks like there's a rule you can break."

The narrator's voice sounded low, like some suppressed sigh.

Wang Laoju snorted and clicked on the crack without hesitation.

"Click——"

The entire scene shook suddenly, as if it was torn apart by an invisible giant hand. The cracks quickly spread, forming a deep passage leading to an unknown space.

The audience in the live broadcast room exploded——

[Holy crap! Lao Ju discovered a hidden passage?!]

[Isn’t this developer mode?! ]

[Can anyone tell me what the setting of this game is?! ]

Wang Laoju didn't hesitate, controlled the mouse, and stepped directly into the crack.

——In an instant, the whole world changed.

Prop Library: A World in Disorder

The moment he crossed the rift, the picture on the screen suddenly changed.

The originally neat game scene completely disappeared, replaced by a chaotic and disordered space - there is no fixed floor, no clear boundaries, and all kinds of strange objects floating everywhere.

Huge gears rotated slowly in the air, old books fluttered in the air, and there were even some unfinished 3D models hovering in the air, like some forgotten game materials.

"...This place looks like a BUG room." Wang Laoju narrowed his eyes and manipulated the mouse, allowing the character to slowly move forward in this disordered space.

The narrator's voice became a little uneasy at this moment——

"Did the game crash?"

Then, its voice began to echo, as if the entire space was repeating its words—

"Echo! Echo! Echo!"

Wang Laoju's lips curled slightly: "Oh, even your voice will be copied?"

The narrator was silent for a moment, and then his tone revealed a hint of excitement as if he had suddenly realized something.

"Ha! I think I know where we are!"

"This is a prop library."

"Everything you'll need in the game is stored here."

"It's like a secret vault."

"Only developers can access this section."

Wang Laoju controlled the mouse, slowly turned the view, and scanned the floating objects.

This place does look like a huge warehouse, but it is more like some kind of unfinished game code storage area. All the props are floating in the air in a semi-finished state, waiting to be called.

"...So, this is a cheat room?"

"I guess that's why there's an emergency hatch here."

Wang Laoju glanced at the corner of the screen and saw a huge hatch embedded in mid-air, which seemed to be some kind of escape route.

But he did not rush over. Instead, he quickly switched perspective and returned to the room where Holmes was.

At this moment in the room, Holmes was standing there with a frown on his face, a strange look of confusion on his face.

He looked down at his hands, a hint of doubt in his eyes. "Watson, I told you the magnifying glass was in my hand, but it suddenly disappeared."

Watson stood aside, his face slightly pale, and his expression clearly revealed a hint of nervousness.

"That voice..." His voice trembled slightly, "It's a ghost, Holmes!"

He turned his head sharply, his eyes filled with terror: "Russian ghost!"

Holmes's brow furrowed slightly, and his tone was filled with displeasure: "But I'm not Russian."

However, Watson completely ignored his rebuttal. Instead, he looked more firmly at Mr. William, who was standing in the corner of the room, with a hint of suspicion in his eyes: "Mr. William, you have concealed your ventriloquism talent from us."

Holmes's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had finally noticed something was wrong.

At this moment, the narrator's voice suddenly sounded low, with a strange calmness -

"It's me. My name is Yugi. I'm a computer program."

Watson's pupils shrank suddenly, and his breathing became a little rapid: "...computer program?"

“I’m with a user, a human being.”

"We're anxious to get home."

"Do you know how we can quit your game?"

The whole room fell into an eerie silence.

Watson's face turned pale for a moment, and then he took a step back, his eyes filled with disbelief: "Game...what game?"

The live broadcast room suddenly went crazy——

[Holy crap!!! They realized it!!]

【Can Holmes and Watson really hear the narration?!】

[This isn't just an ordinary game setting, is it?!]

Wang Laoju narrowed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and controlled the mouse to let the character slowly approach Holmes and Watson.

At this moment, he has completely understood one thing -

This is not an ordinary game.

And Holmes and Watson are more than just ordinary game characters. A dull silence hangs in the air, like an invisible curtain, enveloping the entire room in an unsettling atmosphere.

The wall lamp flickered, casting a slightly distorted shadow, as if the entire structure of the space was undergoing some imperceptible change.

At this moment, the narrator's voice suddenly sounded, the tone was low and slow, with a hint of exploration and temptation -

"Your game..."

Wang Laoju raised his eyebrows slightly, controlled the mouse to slowly rotate the perspective, allowing the character's gaze to scan the details in the room.

Holmes stood in front of the desk, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

Watson stood aside, his arms folded across his chest, his face revealing obvious impatience. "Mr. William's condition is already bizarre enough, but now even the air is talking to itself?"

However, the narrator's voice ignored their doubts and continued—

"You realize that the world we live in isn't real, right?"

At this moment, the temperature of the entire room seemed to drop suddenly by one degree.

Holmes's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping around like a knife blade. However, his expression remained calm, even with a hint of nonchalant sarcasm. "Mr. William, I'd rather go find my magnifying glass than continue listening to your nonsense."

His voice was low and steady, as if he was deliberately suppressing a certain impatience, and it was obvious that he had no interest in this bizarre conversation.

However, the narrator sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone——

"But he wasn't the one speaking..."

Watson's expression changed slightly, and his eyes wandered around the room, as if he finally realized the unusualness of this conversation.

"Holmes..." His voice lowered a little, with a hint of caution, "Do you feel that this sound... doesn't seem to come from inside the house?"

Holmes made no reply; he merely narrowed his eyes slightly, as if reassessing the situation.

The narrator spoke again, his voice more hurried than before.

"User, I think we need some help from others."

"Since he brought us into this dimension, he can probably take us out of here."

Wang Laoju licked her lips, her eyes flickered slightly, and she tapped her fingers on the table, saying thoughtfully, "...So, you mean, we have to find a way to get Mr. William to 'come down'?"

The narrator paused, a hint of uncertainty in his tone—

"There must be a way to get Mr. William down. Perhaps there's some kind of ritual?"

The barrage in the live broadcast room instantly scrolled up——

[??? What the hell is Mr. William?!]

[The tone of the narration is so real, I feel like I haven’t figured it out yet! ]

[Laoju, give it a try, you might actually be able to trigger a hidden plot! ]

Wang Laoju thought for a moment, then controlled the mouse, took out a magnifying glass, and scanned everything in the room.

At this moment, the details of the entire room became extremely clear under the magnifying glass, and every texture and every tiny crack were exposed to his sight.

Finally, his eyes fell on an old telephone in the corner of the room.

The design of the telephone is full of Victorian style, and the brass receiver hangs quietly on the side frame, like a forgotten relic.

However, under a magnifying glass, some unusual details emerged on its surface - tiny scratches, a slightly distorted number plate, and even the edge of the earpiece had a strange sheen.

The narrator's voice sounded, with a hint of surprise and relief——

"Nice magnification, User, I knew using that magnifying glass was a good idea!"

"Oh, this phone call is really strange."

"It's like a Myst puzzle."

Wang Laoju sneered, manipulated the mouse to move the magnifying glass away, and then walked around to the side of the TV. Sure enough, at the edge of the screen, he found a string of numbers -

5552368
The live broadcast room exploded instantly——

[Holy crap! It really is a puzzle!]

[This number looks wrong, Lao Ju, dial quickly!]

[Holmes: There's only one phone here. Lao Ju: Then I'll make an interdimensional call!]

Wang Laoju didn't hesitate. He controlled the mouse back to the phone, turned the dial, and entered 5552368.

The phone emitted a dull buzzing sound, and then -

"Beep-beep-"

The narrator's voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of panic and doubt——

"Who are you going to call with this thing?"

"We don't know anyone here."

"And he said there's only one of this thing."

However, at this moment, the signal light on the telephone suddenly lit up, and the air in the entire room seemed to be torn apart by an invisible electric current, and a low and vague noise came out from the receiver.

Holmes's eyes narrowed slightly. He walked forward slowly, picked up the receiver and put it to his ear.

His frown deepened, a trace of inquiry in his eyes. "That's strange. The phone is making that weird noise again."

Watson's face turned pale instantly. He took a step back suddenly, and his tone was full of fear: "It's the video game ghost, Holmes!"

Holmes sighed, as if he was used to Watson's panic, and his tone remained steady: "Okay, Watson, have some brains."

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes fixed on the phone, and said in a low, thoughtful voice, "Maybe Mr. Muzzi, maybe he made a second one and is testing it."

Wang Laoju narrowed his eyes slightly, manipulated the mouse, and let the character slowly approach the phone.

In the receiver, the faint electrical noise gradually became clearer, as if something was trying to establish contact with them.

The audience in the live broadcast room held their breath, their eyes fixed on the screen, waiting for the next possible change -

Holmes frowned and tapped his fingers lightly on the receiver, trying to filter out the noisy electrical noise. However, the voice on the other end of the line was still intermittent, like some kind of jammed radio signal, mixed with indistinct whispers.

“…Did you hear…that…?”

The sound was faint and strange, as if coming from some distant space, with a mechanical texture that did not belong to this era.

Watson's face became even uglier. He subconsciously took a step back, with obvious resistance in his tone: "Holmes, hang up, this thing is not right."

Holmes paid no attention to him. He tilted his head slightly, glanced sharply at the telephone, and then whispered, "Who are you?"

The voice on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, as if digesting the question. Then, with an almost imperceptible hesitation, a deep voice slowly rang out:

"...I am...Muqi..."

Holmes's fingers paused slightly, and a dangerous gleam flashed in his eyes.

"Mr. Muzzi?" His tone was calm, but his eyes became more profound. "Are you testing the second phone?"

However, the voice on the other end of the phone did not answer directly, but suddenly became hurried, as if wanting to convey some crucial information -

"...door...open...quickly..."

Then, there was a sharp crackle of electricity from the phone, followed by a brief silence.

Then, the lights in the entire room flickered suddenly, as if some kind of energy instantly impacted the entire space.

The narrator's voice suddenly sounded at this moment, the tone was anxious and rapid——

"User... I think we accidentally triggered something crucial." (End of chapter)