My Identity Is Becoming More and More Astonishing

"Do you even know how to make games?"

"Fantasy Westward Journey! Journey to the West! Don't you understand the elements of Journey to the West?"

"What is Journey to the West? Damn, I guess I need to write the book first."

...

The next day, the epic masterpiece "Journey to the West" was published.

With the joint promotion of media worldwide, it became an instant sensation upon release.

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"Now do you know what Journey to the West is? Make it for me! Within a week, I want to see 'Fantasy Westward Journey' come to life! Jianye City, Chang'an, the twelve sects, pet combination gameplay—not a single one missing."

"I'm too busy, still need to hurry up and write out 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms', 'Shui Hu Zhuan', and 'Three-Body'."

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"The anime is called 'Cardcaptor Sakura'! It obviously needs to reflect the keyword 'transformations'! I want at least a hundred different outfits. One less, one person dies."

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"This young man has a very nice look, you'll do. From now on your name is Lin Junjie, and I'll personally write songs for you. The first one 'Jiangnan', the second one 'Mermaid'."

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"Making movies is all about speaking, learning, entertaining, and singing. Can't even perform and you call this crap 'Farewell My Concubine'."

"Who is the Overlord? Wait, I'm going back to write the historical records right now."

...

To satisfy himself spiritually for the next twenty-plus years, not to mention freeing himself from boredom,

and incidentally rescue this "cultural" wasteland,

Chen Yu personally took to the field, wielded the pen himself, and became the master plagiarist to establish the cultural mainstream of humanity's future.

Wrote masterpieces.

Compiled historical records.

Made movies.

Produced anime.

Created games.

Just like the past life's "entertainment web literature" playbook, he transferred all the elements he was familiar with from his "previous life."

And established the related industrial chains to ensure the independent development of each cultural industry.

After being busy for half a month, he finally settled down.

When the new sport—soccer—was officially popularized under his leadership, Chen Yu finally completed his great mission, lying in a side hall of Sanctuary Imperial Palace, engrossed in playing the newly launched online game— "Fantasy Westward Journey."

To the left, the computer was running "DNF".

To the right, the laptop was running "League of Legends".

Behind him, the PS console was running "True Dynasty Warriors".

Underfoot, the NS handheld was running "The Legend of Zelda".

In just half a month, under the full force of civilization integration, numerous familiar IPs emerged, surrounding him completely.

This fantastic feeling, as if he had returned to Earth in his "previous life".

"Gulp—"

Picking up a can of coke (PS: He created coke during these days too), he took a satisfying swig, crossed his legs, utterly content.

"Damn it."

"This is the life."

As for his "cheap son", the great Prince—wearing a duckbill hat—the infant was fed by a tall, generously endowed nursemaid next door.

It's worth mentioning that to ensure the duckbill hat Prince would receive a substantial coming-of-age gift, Chen Yu specifically instructed a game development team to delay the production of a mobile game named "The Genesis of Gods".

It was scheduled to launch in eighteen years, for that "great Prince" to play.

"Everything's in place,"

"Just need the east wind."

Chen Yu changed to a comfortable position, finished his coke with a toss of the can: "I'm gonna play like this until the 'official history' begins."

"Knock knock knock—"

At that moment, a soft knocking came from outside the door.

The chief steward peeked in cautiously: "Your Majesty, this morning an envoy from a foreign tribe has arrived."

With a wave of his hand, Chen Yu said impatiently, "Tell them to roll! For the next twenty years, I'll be wallowing in this 'debauchery'. I won't take a single step outside."

The steward: "..."

Looking around the room, coined a "debaucher's paradise" by the confused steward, who hesitated for a moment: "Your Majesty, but the envoy has already arrived, you at least need to tell us how we should receive them."

"Just execute them," Chen Yu controlled the mouse again.

Steward: "..."

Chen Yu: "Executed, executed, executed."

Seeing that the great emperor had plunged into a path of "decadence", the chief steward dared not ramble any longer and bowed to retreat.

Half a minute later.

"Bang!"

Chen Yu slammed the mouse down and picked up his phone to call the game operations team: "Hey? Some little brat on my team is afk. Block his account."

"What?"

"I'm running five accounts at once? They're all mine?"

"Then forget it." Discover stories with My Virtual Library Empire

"Wait, damn it! Multiboxing just after launch! Can't you developers do your job?"

...

These delightful days;

they continued for several more days.

Chen Yu still reveled in various familiar "cultural products", unable to extricate himself,

just when he thought the days ahead would continue this smoothly, a sudden earthquake shattered his entertainment room.

The internet went down.

Power was lost.

The ground cracked.

The dome collapsed.

After a dazed moment, he rushed out of the side hall, flickering into mid-air above the palace, only to see the protective barrier overhead cracking and swaying dangerously.

'An invasion by myriad tribes!'

The thought instinctively flashed through Chen Yu's mind.

"Your Majesty!" Far off, an old man with a white beard flew over quickly, looking at the disintegrating palace in horror: "What happened?"

Chen Yu: "I just played a game."

White Beard: "Ah?"

White Beard: "…Surely not?"

"Why ask if you already know." Chen Yu looked around and shouted, "Where's the steward?"