Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 12: New Game Launch [Complete]

1513: The Retrograde Milan Kundera

The man in the blue shirt was named Zhou Xian, or at least that's what he called himself.

If you walk straight along one of the nine corridors in the round hall, you'll find that the concrete space gradually gives way to a bamboo forest. Among the bamboo, a winding path leads to a large house with green tiles and white walls. As you pass through the main gate, there stands a silk screen, behind which one can faintly see a desk, facing a redwood window.

From the outside, it would be impossible to guess that the space inside was quite small. It seemed that the size of the room that game makers could be allocated was also a matter of random luck.

"You can transform the space yourself, turning it into whatever you want. You know that already, right?" Zhou Xian said as he walked around the screen.

Lin Sanjiu nodded, her eyes falling on the redwood table. In a place where brush and paper should be, there was a computer. She pointed to it and said, "That's..."

"Oh, yes, that's it," Zhou Xian said, apparently misunderstanding her. "I think typing on a computer is the most convenient way, better than anything else. What's yours?"

What?

Lin Sanjiu was taken aback but suddenly recalled Lord Tremors' typewriter and the paper that had fallen from it. She understood. Zhou Xian was writing games on this computer. So, each person's equipment for writing games could be chosen?

"Mine is paper and pen," she mumbled, thinking that there was no going wrong with pen and paper. "I've never used a computer. I'm afraid I won't get used to it."

"Are you from a post-apocalyptic era?"

"N-no, not really." Her speech had to be intentionally stammered now and then, which was quite tiring.

"How are there still be people who've never used a computer?" Zhou Xian seemed half surprised, half pleased. "It seems your home world isn't that great."

"Yes, it's quite poor, quite backward," Lin Sanjiu immediately said. "So, I don't have as much experience as you."

Zhou Xian seemed to want to laugh, but his face was swollen and misshapen, so he just patted her on the shoulder and said, "Don't despise youth and poverty. Everyone has their day to shine! See, you've entered the apocalyptic world and even managed to get healing Special Items, right?"

Lin Sanjiu, not a sly person in the traditional sense, understood at least this much and quickly took out Yu Yuan's healing Special Item. She handed it to him, saying, "I got this by luck. You can try it and see how it is."

"Since you've kindly offered, I won't refuse, especially as I might need it when I go out." Zhou Xian seemed not to hear the "try it" part and casually put it in his pocket. He asked in return, "You can invoke words, right? You've set the method?"

'The way to invoke words can be set?' No wonder she had observed several people and could not figure out their means or signs of invoking words. Each person was different, making it difficult to defend against.

"Alright, I won't teach you then," Zhou Xian said at her nod. He sat down, pointing to the computer screen, saying, "You want to understand the situation; being with me is a good opportunity. I didn't have your luck. When I first came here, I truly had to find my way alone, without any predecessors to show me an example."

Lin Sanjiu expressed her gratitude with great emotion, and only then did Zhou Xian flick the mouse, waking up the computer screen. As the screen brightened, the light shone on his face, highlighting a large area of greenish bruising that looked even more uneven and prominent. One of his eyes could only be half-opened, evidently quite uncomfortable.