What do you mean the games you make are all real?!

Chapter 94 Re-entering the Sekiro World, the Changed Plot (4000)

"System! You're finally alive!" Fang Qingzhou exclaimed in surprise upon hearing the familiar notification sound.

Only at this moment did he truly understand how important the system was to him. Without the slightest hesitation, he opened the exchange list and exchanged for seven Tyrants in one go.

The expenditure of 5.6 billion flashed across the books and was immediately deducted, but Fang Qingzhou didn't even blink.

The production line can be replaced when he returns. Right now, his life is being watched closely by all the major powers in the world. He needs to maximize his military strength first.

Seven gray giants, each over two meters tall, stood neatly arranged before him. Including the two Tyrants and one Tracker from before, Fang Qingzhou now possessed a total of nine Tyrants and one Tracker.

Looking at the towering men in the office, he finally relaxed a lot. With so many tyrants around, plus the hundreds of fully armed Raccoon City police and SWAT officers outside, it would take at least one or two thousand fully armed soldiers to break into the factory, and they would have to be prepared to suffer extremely heavy casualties.

If any country were to actually send such a large-scale regular army to attack Nusantara, it would be a complete breakdown in relations and war, plunging the world into turmoil.

"By the way, system, what if other countries forcibly remove our game from their platforms?" Fang Qingzhou continued to ask.

This is one of his main concerns. Sekiro caused a huge uproar right after its release due to technical issues. Countries that can't obtain the technology might act desperately and ban Sekiro like they did with Resident Evil.

Lose.

It would be pretty frustrating if he painstakingly completed all the story milestones, only to find the game had been taken down and he couldn't share it.

Please rest assured, host. The game will never be removed from the platform in any form after its release.

"That's good." Fang Qingzhou breathed a long sigh of relief. He was worried that those who couldn't handle the game would just unplug the internet. The system's guarantee came at just the right time.

Sekiro is currently generating even more revenue than Resident Evil at its peak. After all, it's several levels more difficult, players are buying revive tokens more often, and the gimmick of learning in-game moves has spread worldwide, igniting players' enthusiasm to an unprecedented level.

Currently, the two pharmaceutical production lines generate a stable weekly revenue of around 10 billion, while Sekiro's weekly revenue can contribute a staggering 5 billion.

However, he had just spent nearly 6 billion to exchange for seven Tyrants in one go. In addition, with the money he had spent bribing officials at all levels in Nushantara these past few days and the factory's defense system being upgraded again, he now only had about 8 billion in liquid funds left.

After returning from the Sekiro world, I'll exchange for another production line to increase capacity, and then I should start saving money to prepare to exchange for that 50 billion underground mother hive.

[One week has passed. Please prepare to return to the world of Sekiro.]

"I'm ready." After giving the order to the seven tyrants that were almost filling his office to leave, Fang Qingzhou closed his eyes.

As I looked into my eyes, that familiar dizziness washed over me.

When Fang Qingzhou opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on the wooden floor of a dilapidated temple.

The corners around were filled with wooden Buddha statues of all sizes, some of which had been finely carved, while others were still just rough wooden blanks.

"Wolf! You're finally awake!" Just then, a small, soft body pounced on him.

Fang Qingzhou discovered that it was Jiulang who was rushing towards him. She had not been taken away by Genichiro. At the same time, he also discovered that his left hand was still there, but there was a strange device on it that looked like an arm guard.

Has he changed the plot?

Just then, an old voice came from the side.

"When the divine child brought you here, you had already died from blood loss, but you were brought back to life by the power of the dragon's blood."

Fang Qingzhou turned his head to look at the sound and saw that the one-handed Buddha sculptor in the game was sitting cross-legged among a pile of wooden Buddha statues in the corner of the temple, holding a carving knife in his hand, carefully carving an unfinished Buddha statue.

His face was expressionless, and he didn't even lift his head when he spoke.

"That thing in your hand is a device I took from Shinobi. It can help you better protect the Divine Child, but it can only hold one type of ninja tool. If you find any ninja tools later, you can bring them to me and I'll install them for you," the sculptor continued.

Fang Qingzhou never expected that what he had in his hand was the device on the Ninja Prosthetic Arm.

If he remembers correctly, the prosthetic arm in the game can equip three ninja tools at the same time, but now it can only equip one. It seems that this is the price to pay for preserving his left arm.

However, he didn't care; the original arm was still better than the prosthetic arm.

"Thank you." Fang Qingzhou rubbed Jiulang's head, stood up, and thanked the sculptor.

However, he soon discovered an even more troublesome problem: he didn't know what to do next.

Since Kuro wasn't captured by Genichiro, he doesn't need to go to the castle tower to rescue him. Does this mean he'll really have to take Kuro on a life-or-death journey, escape Ashina Castle, and hide in a ravine?

Will he still be able to complete the game? Or will he be stuck here forever, trapped in this world?

No way! He still has so much money left to spend.

"Jiulang, where do you want to go next?" Fang Qingzhou asked, looking down at the little girl, to see what other plot developments might be triggered.

"Wolf, I want you to help me sever the immortality—" Jiulang said, his head bowed and clutching Fang Qingzhou's clothes.

During the time Fang Qingzhou was unconscious, she realized that no matter where she hid, there would be people who coveted the power of the Dragon's Blood who would hunt her down, so she wanted to completely sever the power of the Dragon's Blood.

However, it's impossible for her to do it on her own; only her ninja wolf can do it. But the wolf, who died once again to save her, will he continue to help her?

She wasn't sure.

But the next moment, that hand pressed down on her head and ruffled her hair.

"Don't worry, I'll help you, but how can you sever the immortality?" Fang Qingzhou rubbed Jiulang's head, feeling the soft touch under his palm, but his brain was racing.

It seems that he will have to follow the original storyline and the four endings, but he only remembers the triggering conditions for the Shura ending. The triggering processes for the other three endings are too complicated.

It seems he had to travel to every corner of Ashina Country to collect some kind of item, talk to someone called the Child of Divine Interpretation, and go to Senpou Temple and so on, but he had completely forgotten about it.

"There are many books on the top floor of the castle tower in the center of the city. There should be a way to cut off the dragon's bloodline in them." A woman's voice came from outside the temple.

Fang Qingzhou turned his head and saw a beautiful woman in a kimono slowly walking in.

"Her name is Yongzhen, and she is a pharmacist. Your gourd was made by her," Jiulang began to introduce Fang Qingzhou.

"Miss Yongzhen." Fang Qingzhou nodded to her as a greeting.

Yongzhen bowed slightly in return, holding a wooden tray with a bowl of medicine on it, as if she had come to deliver medicine.

She placed the wooden tray on the wooden table next to the Buddha sculptor, then looked up at Fang Qingzhou and said calmly and gently, "Your injuries have just healed. Although the power of the Dragon's Blood brought you back to life, your body has not fully recovered. I have brewed some medicine; please drink it."

Fang Qingzhou did not refuse. Although the power of the Dragon's Blood could revive people, it could not fully heal their injuries. He did feel somewhat weak.

The moment the medicinal soup entered my throat, a warm current spread from my stomach to my limbs and bones, and the feeling of weakness was indeed greatly reduced.

"Thank you. You just said that there's a way to sever the dragon's bloodline on the top floor of the castle tower?" Fang Qingzhou put down the empty bowl and turned to Yongzhen to continue asking.

"The castle tower is the highest point of Ashina Castle, and it's also the residence of Genichiro and Isshin. There's a study on the top floor, which houses various books and manuscripts collected by Isshin. When I was young, I lived in the castle with my master for a while and happened to see a few ancient books that recorded the power of the Dragon's Blood. They seemed to mention a method to sever the Dragon's Blood," Emma said, nodding.

"What exactly is written in the book?" Fang Qingzhou pressed.

"I haven't looked into the specific details; you'll have to see for yourself," Yongzhen shook her head.

Alright, we still have to go to the city center now, Fang Qingzhou was somewhat speechless.

"By the way, Genichiro will definitely not give up the power of the Dragon's Blood. He has already sent a lot of people to search for the two of you, and who knows when they will find this place." Emma added, remembering something.

"You mean, you want me to kill everyone I meet?" Fang Qingzhou said.

Before Yongzhen could speak, the sculptor beside her, without even looking up, said, "Don't commit too many acts of killing, otherwise the fire of karma will be hard to extinguish once it's ignited."

Fang Qingzhou was having a headache; should he kill or not?

I'll decide based on the situation.

He picked up the wedge-shaped stone and was about to leave the temple when he suddenly remembered something and quickly turned to the sculptor, asking, "Do you have any ninja-related manuals?"

If he remembered correctly, this old man was a top-tier ninja. The prosthetic arm was the old man's original equipment, and it was also the old man who taught him the techniques in the game. He couldn't possibly rely on the Tiger Eye style to fight his way through; he had to acquire some skills before he could leave.

The sculptor was surprised that Fang Qingzhou would ask such a question, but he was only slightly taken aback before taking out a ninja technique manual and throwing it to Fang Qingzhou.

"Take it, how much you learn is up to you." After saying that, the sculptor continued to carve his wood.

Fang Qingzhou took the manual with both hands and eagerly opened it. Some of the writing was faded and blurred, but it was still...

It can be identified.

The manual contained a great many ninja techniques, ranging from basic footwork and stealth skills to advanced ninja killing techniques. But what interested him most was a chapter called "The Evil Karma of the Ninja: Body Karma".

The inscription reads that paper dolls are illusions clinging to the present world, therefore those with heavy sins will possess more paper dolls, and ninjas who have committed countless murders will live on carrying the burden of evil karma.

"Senior, what exactly is a paper figure?" Fang Qingzhou looked up at the Buddhist sculptor.

The sculptor paused for a moment with his carving knife, then continued carving the piece of wood: "Paper figures are the lingering obsessions of the dead. If a person dies with unfulfilled wishes, unresolved attachments, or unquenchable resentments, these emotions will condense into paper figures and attach themselves to the person who killed them. The more people one kills, the more paper figures one carries."

"What are the downsides of carrying the paper figure?" Fang Qingzhou asked.

"Disadvantages?" The sculptor let out a short laugh, a laugh devoid of warmth.

"When you have enough paper figures on your back, you will hear them talking in your ear at midnight, you will dream of their faces, and you will not be able to distinguish which memories are your own and which are left by the dead. When you can no longer distinguish who you are, you will become a demon. This is why I told you to stop committing killings."

"Is there any benefit to that paper figure?" Fang Qingzhou continued to ask.

The sculptor was silent for a few seconds, then slowly said, "There are benefits too. Paper figures are the condensation of obsession; the stronger the obsession, the greater the power. If you can control them and not be devoured by them, they will become the source of your power. A person carrying a large..."

The ninja who measures paper figures can do things that ordinary ninjas cannot: greater speed, greater strength, and sharper intuition.

Fang Qingzhou recalled his soul-absorbing skill, which had a small chance of absorbing the soul of an enemy after killing them and turning it into a paper doll.

Based on the previous experience point absorption, the paper dolls that were absorbed by the soul should also have their residual memories and obsessions automatically filtered out by the system, retaining only the purest energy.

He shouldn't have to worry about turning into a demon because there are too many paper figures.

"Thank you, senior." Fang Qingzhou put away the manual and thanked the sculptor again.

These skills cannot be learned in a short time, but they can be learned directly using experience points.

The sculptor didn't look up, but simply waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

Fang Qingzhou turned and walked to the temple entrance, where Jiulang was already standing by the threshold waiting for him.

The little girl looked up at him and said, "Wolf, I'll go with you."

"Stop joking around, I don't have time to take care of the kids," Fang Qingzhou said, exasperated.

Ashina Castle is full of powerful fighters; he doesn't know how many times he'll die. Bringing along a helpless little girl would only make things more difficult for him.

"I won't be a burden to you. I'm immortal too, and I can help you! Severing immortality is a matter for both of us!"

Jiulang quickly replied.

Ultimately, she is the true holder of the Dragon's Blood, even stronger than wolves in terms of immortality, but what help can a little girl like her possibly provide?

Fang Qingzhou wanted to refuse again, but seeing her determined eyes, he changed his mind. He said that no matter how dangerous things were, it would be better to take her to see just how dangerous it was outside, and then send her back later.

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