I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 495 Module: The Mortal Path (46)

"The doctor just checked on you, and there's nothing wrong," the boss said seriously. "He just told you not to stay up all night dreaming, not to overthink things, and to go out and do some farming occasionally. Young people shouldn't take their health too lightly; it'll be a real hassle when you get old."

"You're lying to me. My nose bled so much, how could there be no problem?"

“There’s definitely no problem,” the proprietress said earnestly. “The nosebleed was because you had a lump in your brain before, and some stagnant blood couldn’t flow out. Now that it’s flowing out, it’s fine. Isn’t the human body amazing? The doctor also asked me to ask if you’ve recently received any guidance from a master, some kind of physical guidance. The other person’s methods are very powerful; they dispersed your stagnant blood from a distance.”

"I don't believe it! You don't need to comfort me, I must be dying soon!"

Feng Le was so engrossed in his own delusion that he was about to die that he stopped believing anything anyone said.

Seeing this, the boss wanted to offer some advice, but his daughter pushed him out.

The boss's daughter asked her parents to wait outside. She sat opposite Feng Le, held his hand, and calmly said, "Don't be afraid of what I'm about to say."

"Go ahead and tell me, I'm not afraid."

"You are indeed dying."

Knowing that he was indeed going to die, Feng Le breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest, saying, "I knew it. Every time I feel like I'm having a good time, life throws a curveball at me. I was definitely living too comfortably before, and now I finally understand, I'm going to die."

Holding the boss's daughter's hand tightly, Feng Le said earnestly, "I'm sorry, I originally wanted to propose to you, but it seems that I won't have that opportunity now."

"Hmm. Is there anything else you'd like to say?"

"I've saved up 2,300 yuan over the years, take it and buy yourself a new phone."

"We'll talk about that later. What else?"

"Donate the body; you might be able to get some money from it. If there's enough, you can use my savings to buy it."

Impatiently interrupting her, the boss's daughter asked earnestly, "Is there anything else?"

"that……"

"Don't you want to make a module? At least leave something behind so people know who you are."

Feng Le suddenly realized.

He's always had the idea of ​​making modules, but he's never dared to start.

There are many factors that limit him, such as not having enough time, fear of being ridiculed, and feeling that he is not good enough.

However, once he realized he was going to die, he felt indifferent.

Anyway, everyone has to die. After death, one enters the cycle of reincarnation. What happens in this life has nothing to do with one's future life.

Even if I produce a pile of history, you won't be able to criticize me anymore.

Thinking of this, he suddenly understood.

Since that's the case, let's do it!
After making this decision, Feng Le immediately opened the "Module Guide" that he had read countless times and recalled what he had read.

There are many good mods now, such as the popular "Cultivation Mod", "Small Town Opportunity" which combines commodity sales with agricultural products, "The Great Miner" which takes mining to the extreme, and "Swordsman's Laughter" which offers exciting combat.

The cultivators have exceptionally high standards; many of them have seen and tasted far more than ordinary people. If you were to make something similar, you simply couldn't compete with them.

The only way is to find a different path, a track they've never seen before, and fully showcase what they want to do.

His goal wasn't to make the mod fun; his goal was to make it memorable.

After repeatedly reviewing other people's dreams, he discovered that their dreams were all developing in the same direction.

That's what makes people feel good.

However, the "fun" track has been swept up by a huge wave of players, probably because reality is too harsh, so everyone desperately needs to find a little bit of warmth in their dreams. In these dreams, players are rewarded for their efforts, and there are rewards as soon as they step outside.

The leaders I encounter are all kind and friendly and won't deduct wages; the partners I meet are all gentle and kind and won't stab me in the back; I'm sure I can open treasure chests and get rewards when I go to the ruins; I'm sure I can learn knowledge when I go to school and won't eventually drop out.

My spiritual roots are complete, my parents are alive and well, and my monthly salary is enough to live on.

They only work twelve hours a day, can be given one day off each month, eat food with a production date within three years, and the meat is lymphatic meat and not synthetic.

These wonderful things only happen in dreams.

If you want to be memorable, you have to take a different approach and create a module that annoys people.

There's a 50% chance you won't get paid if you go to work, and there's a high chance you'll get sick if the food is bad.

Players lack spiritual roots; any attempt to cultivate is wishful thinking.

The family needs a gambling father, a card-playing mother, a sick sister, and a broken man.

Although one can save money to buy artificial spiritual roots, 400,000 is enough for a player to save for a lifetime.

Buying lottery tickets every day is the only salvation, but whether you can actually take the winnings home is another matter entirely.

There are always thugs armed with weapons, ready to rob you in the alleys. If you don't keep the money you've painstakingly saved, it will be stolen. The whole dream highlights the hope that is right in front of you but out of reach.

Feeling like he was about to die, Feng Le poured out all his despair, wanting this module to become his most authentic cry.

Seeing Feng Le begin to work diligently on the module, the boss's daughter left the room and saw her parents standing at the door.

Upon seeing his daughter emerge, the boss asked in bewilderment, "Why did you tell him he was dying? Didn't the doctor say he was fine?"

“Brother Feng is too stubborn. It’s no use telling him directly; he’ll still think he’s going to die.”

"Then why did you lie to him?" the landlady asked, puzzled.

"There's no way around it. The doctor told him not to overthink things, but he's so prone to obsessing over things that he'll definitely start overthinking and end up scaring himself to death. Rather than letting him overthink, it's better to give him something to do and tell him the truth after a while."

"Hmm... okay. By the way, did that guy really propose to you?"

"Ah."

"What do you value in him? He has nothing. Tie Niu next door is much better. He gains weight even from drinking water. He's a great worker and an expert at grilling meat."

Turning her head, the boss's daughter looked at Feng Le, who had already started writing furiously, and said with a smile, "Because I like him."

"...So why?"

"Because he's an artist. Although he's just a mortal, haven't you noticed how incredibly handsome he is when he talks about art? And I really think he has a lot of ideas. It's unlikely he'll become a master dream weaver, but I still feel he can bring something special to the table."

"I don't understand... I still think the Iron Bull next door is better."

Once he started making it, Feng Le felt like his mind couldn't stop.

He started producing like crazy, adding ideas like crazy, and adding scenes like crazy.

As he continued to add to it, his module became more and more complete, and finally reached a level that was ready to be submitted after a month.

Accompanied by the boss's daughter, Feng Le excitedly uploaded his module and then selected submit.

He uploaded the mod "The Path of Mortals" to the server, where it became one of many mods.

(End of this chapter)