To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Chapter 403: Chapter 245 Is This Kind of Thing Right? (Part 1)

While Liuzi and Xiemen Waidao were up to something beneath the prison, other players tried different gameplays in various regions.

Some were born to undertake grand endeavors, but many players preferred a more relaxed, casual approach: farming, teaching, experiencing the local cultures of different games, being a spectator in the gaming world wasn’t too bad either.

And Pingping was one of them.

After going through some guides, she finished customizing her character and quickly joined a sect in Yifate, beginning to play as a novice nun.

The nuns’ attire felt very nice to the touch, fitted snugly when worn, with black habits trimmed in gold. The well-dressed high-charm characters looked incredibly cute.

Admiring her reflection for quite some time, Pingping even twirled her skirt in front of the mirror, pleased with the effect.

However, she soon realized she was still streaming and promptly spoke to the screen, “Sorry, I forgot I was live, I will start the game properly now.”

[It’s okay, we like it, perform another $10 worth for us.]

As a streamer, Pingping didn’t have an overwhelming number of fans like Wang Say Games, but the loyalty of her fans was exceptionally strong. As soon as Pingping went online, these die-hard fans would show up immediately.

Most of them migrated from “Spreading Traditional Culture Starting from Me,” but they soon found the girl not only physically attractive and kind-hearted but also optimistic and cheerful despite her disability, so they naturally started to follow her.

Even though her stream didn’t feature stunts, watching her leisurely play the game was a rare comfort to those who didn’t have time to play games themselves.

With a smile, Pingping was about to continue speaking when she heard a woman’s voice outside, “Pingping, are you up?”

“I’ll be right there, Granny.”

Well-dressed, Pingping stepped out of the door. At the entrance stood a lean woman who bowed slightly in greeting and then, looking at Pingping’s outfit, said with satisfaction, “No matter when, your attire is always so impeccable, truly a person blessed by the gods.”

The residents of this world worshipped the Goddess of Mercy, who had recently been in slumber and therefore did not respond much to others’ prayers.

However, before her slumber, the goddess mentioned that the God of Education would help manage things here.

Because of this, clerics who knew the origins of the players regarded them as envoys of the God of Education, carrying the blessings of this deity.

After learning of this background, players praised Fang Cheng Studio for their attention to detail, appreciating even these minor settings.

The temple Pingping joined was located in the northern part of Yifate. The city had many sects, all worshipping the Goddess of Mercy, but each prioritizing different doctrines, ultimately splitting into various factions.

The granny managing the Taoist Academy was an old nun past fifty, her face etched with wrinkles that time had carved, yet her past beauty was still discernible.

Her graceful actions and elegant posture indicated that she was once part of high society, but it was unclear why she had joined this humble academy, a pure stream in the materialistic flow of Yifate.

The day in the academy began with prayer. The NPC nuns had to pray devoutly, and after prayers, they tended to farming, milking, brewing beer, copying and illuminating manuscripts, and preparing food.

Those proficient in accounting would sell the products and record the transactions—the income would be used to buy clothes or to hire someone to care for the livestock and occasionally for healing services.

Prayers could bring about miracles, but prayer power was meant to strengthen the Goddess of Mercy in her fight against the world’s enemies, so miracles were not to be squandered.

The pace of life here was very slow; Pingping had been here for five days and only unlocked the Education System yesterday, enabling her to view NPC information.

However, she liked this slow pace and could fulfill one of her dreams here, that of becoming a teacher.

If not for that car accident, she might have stood at a lectern, starting her journey of teaching and nurturing.

She was thankful to “New World” for giving her a new opportunity to realize her dream in the game.

Players could choose not to engage in production activities, but still, Pingping joined Granny in fetching water and preparing breakfast for the children, and once they arrived, they could begin their studies for the day.

The children were residents of the nearby slums, their parents either miners here or servants of the nearby nobility.

These people were the backbone of Yifate, working fourteen hours a day to earn just enough wages for daily living.

The children’s ages ranged from as young as five to almost twelve. After twelve, they would become apprentices in various trades, earning to support themselves.

Some would become laborers in Yifate, others would assist adventurers heading into nearby dungeons, living on the edge.

Walking into the classroom, Pingping found that a few kids had already arrived.

A frail girl was attentively tidying up, and a little boy was watering the flowers on the lectern—Jin Daisy seedlings, small yet resilient, Pingping’s favorite flower.