You made all the streamers on the internet kneel before you when you were asked to make a game.

"Snapped!"

A thick stack of documents slammed onto the desk, making the monitor vibrate.

"Hao Ren! Don't push your luck! What are you pretending to be dead for?"

At his cramped workstation, Manager Liu, with his Mediterranean-style haircut, was spitting as he pointed at a young man slumped over his desk, cursing him into silence.

"If you don't finish today's monster textures, even if you die at the company, your corpse still has to make up the required work hours!"

My colleagues around me kept their heads down, typing away on their keyboards, and no one dared to look up.

In this globally unified Blue Star Federation, resources are extremely abundant.

However, positions at industry giants like Aurora Entertainment remain coveted "golden jobs," and no one is willing to offend their superiors for a peripheral art design role.

Hao Ren, who was lying on the table, twitched his fingers slightly as a flood of complex and unfamiliar memories rushed into his mind.

Blue Star... The Age of Great Entertainment... Multi-sensory Stealth Technology...

And, the predecessor suffered sudden cardiac death due to working overtime for 48 consecutive hours.

Hao Ren suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Manager Liu in front of him.

He crossed.

This is a parallel world where the technology tree has gone astray.

VR technology is extremely advanced, but its cultural heritage has been devastated due to the break in cultural continuity three hundred years ago.

There is no "The Haunted Village" here, no Lam Ching-ying, and even the concept of "ghosts" has been completely replaced by Western zombies and bio-mutants.

And in front of him, this bald man who was spewing profanities was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

[Host's resentment level has exceeded the critical point.]

[The Chinese-style horror game creation system is being integrated...]

[Binding successful.]

[New player gift pack has been distributed: LV1 Horror Scene Generator (Folk Version), Basic Fright Point Collection Library.]

The cold, mechanical voice echoed in my mind, like heavenly music.

Hao Ren took a deep breath, and his stiff back, which had been bent over his desk for a long time, slowly straightened up.

He glanced at the ugly and boring bio-zombie model on the computer screen—it was material prepared by Aurora Entertainment for their new game, Biohazard 9, and it was disgusting and utterly unoriginal.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and get to work!" Manager Liu was even more furious when he saw Hao Ren glaring at him. He reached out to shove Hao Ren's shoulder. "Let me tell you, don't think that just because you have some talent you can..."

Snapped!

A pale yet powerful hand precisely gripped Manager Liu's greasy wrist.

Manager Liu was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage: "You dare to lay a hand on me?"

"Talent?" Hao Ren sneered as he slowly stood up.

He was a head taller than Manager Liu, and looking down at him with a chilling gaze, he made Manager Liu shiver for no reason.

"You dare talk about talent?"

Hao Ren flicked his wrist, shoving Manager Liu aside as he staggered.

Then, to the astonishment of everyone in the office, he ripped off his employee badge from around his neck.

"These are just piles of rotten flesh and blood garbage; only a bunch of country bumpkins who've never seen the world would consider them treasures."

Hao Ren threw the employee badge at Manager Liu's face, which had turned a deep purplish-red. The sharp plastic tip grazed the manager's cheek, leaving a white mark.

"I quit!"

"Keep your trashy game and play it slowly in your coffin!"

After saying that, Hao Ren didn't even glance at the stunned crowd. He grabbed his coat from the back of his chair and strode out of the glass doors of Aurora Entertainment.

The roar behind me was only cut off when the elevator doors closed.

"Hao Ren! You'll regret this!"

"Once you walk out that door, no company in the entire industry will hire you!"

"You'll starve to death! You'll come back begging me on your knees!"

Inside the elevator, Hao Ren looked at his reflection in the mirror—a pale face but an excited expression—and sneered.

starve?

I'll make you regret it?

You know nothing about Chinese-style terror!

……

Room 404, Happiness Apartment, Haiyun City.

This is Hao Ren's rented cheap studio apartment, 30 square meters, simply furnished.

A bed, a computer desk, and a corner piled high with cheap instant nutritional pastes.

Hao Ren sat in front of the computer and put on the "neural connection headband" with a slightly worn outer shell.

"System, start edit mode."

The editing engine is now running.

[The host currently possesses the beginner resource library: Chinese Folk Customs (Basic).]

Please build your first game.

As his consciousness sank in, Hao Ren found himself standing in a void of darkness.

Here, he is the creator; with just a thought, the scene can move at will.

No tedious modeling or boring code is required.

"Terror is not disgust, not screaming." Hao Ren paced in the void, tapping his finger lightly. "Terror is the unknown, the abnormal, the awe etched into our DNA."

As he thought this, the originally empty space began to distort, and a dilapidated old house rose from the ground.

The walls are covered with dark green moss, with blue bricks and gray tiles.

"Let there be light, but not warm light."

Two white lanterns appeared out of thin air and hung on either side of the dark wooden door.

The pale candlelight flickered, casting indistinct shadows of trees onto the window paper, resembling menacing ghosts.

"There needs to be sound."

In this world, the sound effects of horror games are always deafening explosions and monster roars.

Hao Ren shook his head.

A mournful, sharp, and extremely penetrating suona sound suddenly rang out in the silent old house.

It was a funeral dirge, but under a certain rhythm, it also sounded like an eerie wedding melody.

Red and white, joy and sorrow.

Bright red "double happiness" characters were pasted on the stark white walls, and a black coffin was placed in the center of the main hall, with dragon and phoenix candles lit in front of it.

Half an hour later.

A mini VR experience game has been completed.

This is just a demo with a ten-minute runtime; there are no complex chase scenes or screens full of health bars.

Hao Ren exited stealth mode and opened Nebula Games, the Federation's largest virtual gaming platform.

He skipped the "hot section" with its huge traffic, where Aurora Entertainment's various AAA titles dominated the charts.

He clicked on the "Newbie Zone," which was almost deserted and filled with low-quality works from individual developers.

Upload the file.

Enter the title: "The Red Veil".

While filling out the introduction, Hao Ren hesitated for a moment, a mischievous smile creeping onto his lips, before typing a line:

"This is a love that transcends life and death."

"My dear, unveil it, we'll be together forever."

Finally, there's the cover.

Among a host of horror games that practically depict intestines and entrails on their covers, Hao Ren uploaded a black and white photo.

The background of the photo is a blurry old-fashioned main hall, with a bride in a bright red wedding dress sitting in the center, her head covered with a red cloth.

Because the color scheme is black and white, the red appears dark and blood-like.

The bride's hands were stiff and drooping with the joints reversed.

Click to publish!