Li Yada and Tang Yishu lowered their heads and recorded without asking any questions.
If it was said that the two of them still had some doubts when the Morning Dew Gaming Platform was first established, then at this stage, their doubts had all gone beyond the clouds.
The gaming platform had already taken off. Boss Pei would definitely make it fly even higher.
As for why such an arrangement would allow it to fly even higher …
Who cared? They would cross the bridge when they came to it.
No matter how many setbacks, difficulties, and misunderstandings they encountered in the process of implementing this system, it would definitely be a huge success as planned by Boss Pei.
Since that was the case, what was there to worry about?
Of course, this system was still very vague at the moment. How the appraisers would be selected, how they would be removed, and how many people should be maintained … all these contents needed to be carefully considered and planned in the long term.
However, he could not count on Boss Pei to take care of such details and take care of everything himself.
That was Tang Yishu and Li Yada's task.
Pei Qian could not help but feel complicated seeing that the two of them did not raise any questions.
Pei Qian's mentality was always very conflicted every time he came up with a new idea.
If his subordinates raised questions, he would worry that they would not be able to understand it well. He would have to use the Great Deception Skill to deepen their wrong impression.
If his subordinates did not raise questions, Pei Qian was afraid that they would misunderstand on the spot. Their imaginations would deviate even further from his original intentions.
All in all, he did not feel at ease no matter what!
However, on further thought, the opening of the Morning Dew Gaming Platform was already in tatters. He did not feel that much pressure now.
At most, he would take the last step in advance and drink poison to quench his thirst!
In any case, it was not the first time he had done something like this.
Pei Qian looked at the time. It was almost time to knock off. Thus, he finished his coffee and stood up.
"Alright, that's the arrangement for the gaming platform for now. You guys can report to me in time after setting the appraiser system.
"It's the weekend. Let's go home!"
…
At the same time, Yan Qi had already finished downloading the updated content of Eternal Fallen Samsara.
He entered the game with a very hopeful attitude.
As the producer of Blade of the Empire, Yan Qi was also a loyal fan of action games.
Although his mental fortitude was not particularly good, and his frequent suffering in Repent and be Saved often made him feel powerless and angry, Repent and be Saved's unique combat system, the thrill of defeating powerful enemies, the level design that was filled with conspiracies, and the design concept of breaking the fourth wall … all these made him love and hate the game. He could not stop playing it.
Now that he was sick of playing Repent and be Saved, he naturally had high hopes for this new downloadable content.
The officials had already said that only 25% of the downloadable content had been updated this time.
Many players felt that 25% was too little and not satisfying enough.
However, Yan Qi didn't think so. 25% of the game's content was enough for him to play for a long time, and the key was that he could play it in advance!
Being able to play Eternal Fallen Samsara a month early was something to be happy about no matter how one looked at it.
Of course, the prerequisite was that the DLC's standard was up to par.
Yan Qi would never agree to releasing the downloadable content separately for the sake of speed and popularity, but at the same time lowering the players' gaming experience.
He entered the game.
Yan Qi originally thought that he would go straight to the title interface. However, he did not expect to see a black screen and a new cutscene.
…
In the quiet temple, a blood-red maple leaf slowly floated down.
A soothing and melodious melody sounded.
Repent and be Saved had a similar melody at the beginning. However, that melody was melodious and had a unique sorrowful atmosphere. This melody, on the other hand, was calm, peaceful, and had a tinge of zen in it.
If one listened carefully, they would feel as if the passion in their hearts was slowly awakening. There was a vague sound of conquest.
This seemed to imply that there was a significant difference in the tone of Repent and be Saved and Eternal Fallen Samsara.
With a thud, a black chess piece landed on the chessboard.
The person holding the black chess piece was a pair of callused, weather-beaten hands that were filled with strength and confidence.
When the black chess piece landed, a thin, withered, wrinkled hand reached out shakily from the opposite side of the chessboard.
The white chess piece landed, and the withered right hand retracted. His monk robes flashed.
On the chessboard, one of the black chess pieces was killed by the white chess piece. It was almost certain death.
An old and frail voice sounded.
"Patron, I have long heard of your name."
The scene changed, and the figure of a young swordsman appeared on the screen.
Under the setting sun, his shadow was elongated. His sword was sheathed.
He was alone, but it seemed to contain a terrifying sharpness.
Around the camera, countless ferocious-looking Pugilistic World members unsheathed their swords and surrounded him.
However, in the next second, the young swordsman gently swung his sword. The blood on the sword gathered into droplets and rolled down.
He sheathed his sword, stepped over the corpses on the ground, and walked towards the setting sun.
The corpses of the Pugilistic World members were a mess. Their faces were still filled with fear and disbelief.
"Patron, when you were 17 years old, you entered the Pugilistic World with a sword. You were heroic and chivalrous.
The scene changed. In a luxurious palace.
"Assassin! Protect the Emperor! "
The imperial guards raised their spears or long blades. Although they were in a neat formation, they still retreated uncontrollably.
A Pugilistic World member who looked to be in his thirties with an unshaven beard walked steadily over the high threshold. His hands were empty, but his body was covered in blood.
A guard suddenly rushed over from the side and slashed down with the long saber in his hand. However, in the next second, the saber somehow ran into the hands of the Jianghu man. A stream of blood spurted out of the guard's neck and he fell to the ground.
The guards raised their spears high and stabbed at the Pugilistic World member. However, the Pugilistic World member only opened his sleepy eyes. He swept the long blade in his hand, and the long spears were immediately cut in two.
Stepping over the guards' corpses, the Pugilistic World member came before the emperor who was fleeing in panic. He looked at the long blade in his hand that was already bent, and casually threw it to the side.
Then, he sidestepped a guard's long spear, grabbed it, and threw it lightly, nailing the emperor to the red pillar of the palace.
"Patron, when you were 30 years old, you were the enemy of a country. You were able to kill an incapable ruler and a sycophant."
The scene changed again. It was a boundless field, and corpses were strewn all over the battlefield.
Armored Alien Race cavalry formed a battle formation. The hooves of their horses lightly trod, and the heads of innocent people at the border hung on their saddles.
On the opposite side of the cloud-like battle formation, there was a man in heavy armor. A huge iron lance was carried on his shoulder, and a long saber was dragged on the ground in his left hand.
In the sound of the horns of the Alien Race, the cavalry formation charged. The hooves of the horses raised dust into the air, as if there was an earthquake.
The figure in heavy armor charged into the enemy's formation, like a tiger in a flock of sheep.
"Patron, when you were 40 years old, you were fierce, fierce, and unstoppable. You were able to kill thousands of soldiers and horses."
The scene changed again. Finally, it came to a wine shop in a remote town.
A bowl of turbid wine reflected mottled white hair.
A swordsman wearing a bamboo hat and holding a Seven Stars Sword came to challenge. The long sword flashed with a cold light, and it was pointed at the old man's throat.
However, in the next second, two fingers holding a chopstick met the blade of the sword.
The sound of metal clanging was heard. The Seven Stars Sword broke inch by inch, turning into a pile of scrap metal.
"Patron, when you were 60 years old, you plucked leaves and flew flowers. Your martial skills were profound, and you were able to cut everything in the world."
At this point, the old man's voice paused for a moment.
Another chess piece fell on the chessboard.
"But patron, no matter how superb your martial skills are, you still can't cut off life and death."
"Birth, old age, sickness, and death, the six paths of reincarnation. This is the fate of all living beings in the world."
"Patron, you are about to enter the demonic path. Why not repent?"
On the other side of the chessboard, a haggard old monk put his palms together and patiently advised.
The old Martial God was silent for a moment, then he placed another black chess piece on the chessboard.
The black dragon that was almost killed actually managed to break through the layers of white chess pieces, seeking life in the midst of death!
"If you have never cut off life and death, how do you know that you can't cut off life and death?" The Martial God calmly asked.
The old monk knew that there was no turning back, so he could only chant in a low voice, "Amitabha."
The Martial God opened his left hand, and a black and white pill appeared in his palm. He slowly stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it.
Then, he picked up the unassuming demon sword that had been placed on the side of the chessboard.
The sword was unsheathed, and blood spilled everywhere. It was a great omen.
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