Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 224 Drogo is going to hell

Ben sat in Arkwright's toy store, tinkering with his new board game design on a stack of cardboard.

After the great success of The Legend of Flynn, he has become the chief tabletop game designer of the Drogo Group.

It sounds impressive, but there are actually only three tabletop game designers in the group.

In addition to Ben, the other two are his friends who designed recess games with him at school.

The group of three in the last row of the classroom always stays there.

Now they have all dropped out of aristocratic schools and transferred to ordinary schools.

Without the pressure of going to college, they have more time to design games.

At that time, the parents of the other two children also came to see Ben's father, Can Arkwright.

They blamed Ben for leading their child astray. The child could have been admitted to a good college. The teachers at the school said that he was very talented, but he didn't work hard, which led to his poor grades. Now everything is ruined.

In fact, I really wanted to tell the parents of those two families that their children probably had no talent at all when it came to studying and taking exams, and the teacher was just comforting them.

She uses the same sentence pattern to talk to every parent whose child is not doing well in school, "Your child is quite..., but..."

It is enough to listen to the second half of this kind of sentence, because that part is the truth.

However, the two parents finally compromised under the salary and benefits offered by the Drogo Group. Now, what they brag about in front of relatives and friends has changed from "My children go to school at Norton" to "My children work at the Drogo Group."

It doesn't matter as long as they can be used to satisfy parents' vanity.

As for what the child thinks specifically, I don’t care too much.

Child, how can you have your own ideas?

Now the update of subsequent hero cards of Feilin War Chronicles is in the charge of two other partners. They provide skill designs and preliminary values, and then submit them to the art group and the numerical group for improvement and filling. These two groups are shared by many small departments.

As for Ben himself, he's a bit of a "new-for-new-old-for-new-old".

I don’t really like updating old games, I just want to keep designing new content.

He wanted to make the tabletop game department bigger and stronger on his own, like the magic game department and the animation production department, which would require at least several hundred people and its own art team.

Now he had a good idea to simulate the adventure group's mission on the desktop.

Each participating player can have his or her own character, of different races and professions, and can also upgrade and develop them during the adventure, and obtain equipment and props.

Finally, you will have a thrilling adventure during the mission.

Inspiration from Metal Max.

Since the appearance of this game, role-playing has immediately become the most popular game type, but such games are not easy to make, and there has not yet been a second imitator.

Ben would love to have his cake and eat it too.

However, after thinking about it for several days, the game is still in the stage where it can't even be considered a prototype.

The gameplay has not been determined yet, and he doesn't know how to reflect the sense of randomness in the adventure process.

Other than that, I have no idea what story to use.

In role-playing games, even if the plot is controlled by the players, there should be a fixed plot framework.

This is a very difficult situation for him.

Suffered from low cultural level.

With such a big brain, there is not enough space for many classic legends.

The only ones I can name are the most vulgar ones.

The most outdated classic story may make some players feel bored.

This is not the most troublesome thing. Classic stories will still attract loyal fans of these stories.

If something doesn't meet their ideas, the criticism will be very severe.

So it’s better to make up your own story.

"What should I write?" Ben poked the cardboard with a pen, thinking depressedly.

There were rarely any customers in the game store, as everyone went to see Feilin's good songs.

Several store employees were also watching variety shows in the lounge.

Even my father and uncle are addicted to it. My father has been calling the saint all the time recently and supporting her, which has caused my mother to be dissatisfied with him.

I have never had any interest in music. Making games requires music and sound effects, but tabletop games don't have much demand for this.

So he is here to look after the store.

"jingle!"

The welcoming bell rang.

"Hello, welcome to Arkwright's Toy Store."

Ben put down the cardboard and prepared to serve the guests.

But soon it was discovered that there was something unusual about the guest.

His eyes were dark red and a beast-like snorting sound came from his throat.

"Sir?" Ben asked doubtfully, but he was not too scared. Regardless of other aspects of the toy store, the security force was definitely sufficient.

“Why are toys so expensive?”

"Well, Arkwright Toy Store has always been a boutique toy store, providing you with excellent design, fine workmanship, and a unique experience."

Ben said the set words in the regulations.

In fact, he thinks so too. Arkwright's toy store, which has been incorporated into the Drogo Group, now mainly sells Lego bricks and character statues.

It's really, really expensive.

However, compared to the new hero cards in Flynn's Saga, Lego's prices are still very conservative.

I never thought that the cards I designed could be sold at such a high price, and even have to be drawn.

He didn't understand why.

“Why are toys so expensive?”

The insane guest was still repeating the same words.

"If you need toys with a better value for money, you can go to the Drogo Toys Factory District store. They should be able to meet your needs."

"You look down on me!"

"No."

Actually, yes, Ben never looked down on the poor, but he did look down on the unreasonable weirdos.

The red-eyed guest suddenly slammed his hand into the glass display case that contained the Lego Twin Towers.

"boom!"

The glass shattered, and the glass fragments cut my fist, causing blood to flow.

The man continued to hit the blocks as if he felt no pain.

The twin towers collapsed, so sad!

As expected, the Twin Towers could not escape the fate of collapse.

"Sir, I don't recommend you do this," Ben knew that people who came to the store to cause trouble usually ended up badly, "Mr. Sharptooth! You're needed here!"

Fang is the orc guard of the store.

Because it looks too ugly and I am afraid of scaring off the adults and children who come to shop, I am not in the front store most of the time.

"Damn it! Who is causing trouble!" An orc with a sturdy build and two huge sharp fangs protruding from his mouth, decorated with metal rings, rushed out angrily.

"Fang was going to win this game!"

If he wins this game, he will be promoted to the next level, which is the sacred gold level that he has never reached.

"Mr. Sharptooth!" Ben pointed at the red-eyed customer who was still destroying things.

Sharp Fang rushed to the guest at the speed of teleportation and tied him up.

The Zhuoge Group has regulations for dealing with troublemakers. If possible, they should be captured alive, otherwise it will be difficult to claim compensation.

After tying up the man, Sharp Fang walked out of the store and took a look at the situation on the street.

"Something's wrong!" Sharp Fang stretched out his hand to signal Ben not to come out.

"What's wrong?"

“There are people like this everywhere.”

Fang immediately activated the store's barrier, sealing the entire building inside.

"Hide in the store." Fangs told Ben. "Where are you going?" Ben asked.

"The ghetto, come out again when it's safe."

Drogo had ordered all his subordinates in the city to gather at the camp in the slums in case of any emergency that affected the entire city.

Seeing Mr. Sharp Fang's back walking away, Ben was confused.

He walked to the edge of the barrier, wanting to see what was going on outside. Just as he walked over, a person suddenly bumped into the barrier.

Just like the person who was tied up just now, his eyes were red and he had lost his mind.

Hitting the barrier again and again.

Ben was so frightened that he fell backward and sat on the ground.

Soon, more and more people gathered outside the store, like crazy zombies from The Phantom Flame.

"father!"

Ben ran upstairs in a hurry. He wanted to tell the adults what was going on. He shouted as he ran to the second floor and opened the door in panic.

"Outside, outside..."

Before he could finish his words, he discovered to his horror that his father, uncle, and other store employees had all become like that.

"You should have been a noble!" Father Kan shouted and rushed towards him.

Ben seized the opportunity and slammed the door inwards.

"Ah!"

Put the fan on the ground.

Taking this opportunity, Ben escaped to the attic.

I don't know why, but I felt secretly happy when I hit my father with the door.

He fled to the attic, locked the door, and piled a bunch of debris in front of the door to block it.

Ben had time to catch his breath.

What's going on?
Zombie crisis? He also conceived such a plot and wanted to use it as the script for a new board game.

But it’s not likely, those people still retain a certain level of thinking ability.

Ben walked to the attic window and looked outside.

The streets were in complete chaos and several shops were on fire.

I wonder if dad and the others have also set up a fire on the toy store?
That's it, this place is now blocked by a barrier, we can't get in or out.

Ben paced back and forth in the small attic anxiously. In those doomsday survival novels he had read, how would one save oneself if faced with a situation like this?

At this tense moment, he suddenly heard a faint roar. The sound was not loud, but it made his heart beat wildly.

What's that sound?
Could it be that there is more than one crisis in Twin Towers City?

It's over, it's over, is he going to die at such a young age? He hasn't even become a master of board game design yet.

The roars came one after another, getting louder and louder.

Even the floor vibrated along with it.

It was like some giant beast from ancient times was awakening.

Ben plucked up his courage and climbed out of the window. He thought that even if he died, he wanted to know the truth.

He looked towards where the sound came from.

On the distant street, I saw chaotic crowds of people, one after another, holding their heads, fleeing, and then fainting.

All in a row, like harvested wheat.

The roar became clearer and clearer, making him so nervous that he almost couldn't breathe.

The sound came from heaven?

Ben looked up sharply.

The sight he saw made him forget to blink.

dragon!
Red ancient dragon!
Its huge body blocked the moon, and the majestic red almost filled half of the sky.

Every flap of the burning wings would cause a violent wind, blowing Ben unsteadily.

Is this the legendary Drogo?
Ben realized the origin of this giant beast.

I don't know why, but at the same time as I was afraid, I felt a sense of excitement and excitement for no reason.

What a powerful and beautiful life!
"Oh ho——"

Ben held onto the window with one hand, cheering loudly, preparing for his own end.

Drogo came closer and closer until he filled his entire field of vision.

He finally realized what it meant to have an instinctive, irresistible fear.

My legs couldn't stop shaking. I squatted on the windowsill and wanted to cheer again, but no sound came out.

The brain is in a state of confusion, as if it has chosen to give up when faced with a completely unsolvable danger.

In his last moments of unconsciousness, Ben saw Drogo turn his head and look at him.

He stared at the eyeball swirling with lava and slowly closed his eyes.

Before he fainted, a strange thought popped into his mind.

Why do those eyes look familiar, especially the look in them, I seem to have seen them somewhere before, they don't match the majestic figure at all, how can I describe it, it feels mean...

……

The Twin Towers City soon became quiet.

The city has not been as quiet as it is now in many years.

There were almost no living creatures that could move, whether humans, dwarves, orcs, elves, or the large number of transformed tieflings that suddenly appeared, all fell to the ground.

Like a dead city.

After about a few minutes, one team after another came out of the slums and went to each block in an orderly manner, checking the people on the ground one by one.

The normal ones stay, and the ones with red eyes are thrown into the teleportation array.

At the other end of the teleportation array is the large park in front of the Drogo Group headquarters.

Although located on the outskirts of the city, Drogo insisted on naming the park Central Park.

We already have the Twin Towers, so it would be reasonable to have another Central Park.

Red, gold, and copper, three giant dragons gathered in the sky above Central Park.

Since its construction, Twin Towers City has never experienced such a grand scene.

The entire park was cast under a huge hypnosis array, which was the work of El and other elders of the Mage Guild to ensure that these poor people who were under the illusion would not wake up.

As long as people are placed close enough, they don't take up that much space.

Considering the area of ​​Central Park, it is not a problem to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

Drogo, Flynn and Doudou, some of whom became smaller, some of whom became human, came to El who was running a magic circle.

"How is it, have you figured out anything?"

"Fortunately, although it is a new illusion, it is not a particularly complicated one and can be removed by casting a spell in unison. As for those who were transformed into tieflings, the principle is still unclear."

"Is it only the Twin Towers City that is like this, or are all the places on the continent with magic vision machines like this?"

Aisha replied, "I've read on the Internet that similar incidents have occurred in major cities on the continent, but not in areas with smaller populations. In addition, the situation in other cities is not as serious as that in Twin Towers City. It only affects a small area. It should be a special action targeting us."

"Tsk——"

Drogo felt very annoyed, and now there were only problems in front of him.

Suddenly, there was an opponent whose origin was unknown, and he had made enemies with too many people.

Secondly, the principle of how the other party performs the spell is not clear. If this matter is not understood, there will be no way to prevent and treat it, and the entire magic video machine market will fall into stagnation.

At this time, a teleportation array lit up, and the one who arrived was the Cardinal of Twin Towers City.

"Good evening, Mr. Drogo. The Church can help you."

"What are the conditions?" Drogo didn't think the church was doing charity.

"I need you to go to hell. The Lord of Hell invites you."

(End of this chapter)