To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

At that thought, Xiemen Waidao chuckled.

“What’s so funny now?” Mukuai 1234 asked with dissatisfaction.

“I just thought of a joke, and I could not stop laughing at myself.”

“When will you start thinking about something else?” Mukuai 1234 sighed.

“Then I’ll think about the Demon God.”

“…Isn’t there a better option?”

“Like what?”

“…Never mind.”

Lying on the ground, Xiemen Waidao began to observe the shadow of the Demon God in the sky.

Compared to a few days ago when he had first been released, his figure seemed even larger.

The entire sky was filled with his image; his greedy gaze, like a torch in the night, seemed to want to devour everything in sight, and this was still far from his true form.

According to the information provided by the old wizard, the Demon God’s body was gigantic, akin to a star, and their planet could only satisfy one bite of his hunger.

After devouring a planet, the Demon God would continue to consume everything around him, until all things fell into his belly.

The moment they could no longer see the full figure of the Demon God and only his gaping maw remained in the sky, that would be the end of all things.

The issue was, now there were not even enough monsters to fight, let alone to take on the Demon God.

Thinking this, Xiemen Waidao felt the need to find a way to make himself more exhilarated.

To get that thrill, they needed to fight more monsters, and that would mean having to eliminate other adventurers who competed for the kills. However, that could easily provoke public anger, and he had also promised Mukuai 1234 to achieve their goals by as kind a method as possible.

The other method was to find a way to make the dungeons grow faster, which meant it was time to research how to expedite that process.

In other games, one could go to the official website and complain, sway public opinion, and then have the game operators make changes, but Xiemen Waidao doubted the Fang Cheng Studio would listen to public opinion.

After all, Fang Cheng seemed like someone who stuck to his own views, and influenced by public opinion? Probably not so much.

Therefore, they had to resort to ways within the game itself.

Mighty Black Tech, guide us!

While Xiemen Waidao was calling for aid, Black Tech was learning magic techniques from the old wizard.

Upon seeing Xiemen Waidao’s request, Black Tech brought up the issue directly: “Sir, how can we hasten the growth of the dungeon?”

The old wizard, who was reading, was suddenly taken aback.

He then pinched the bridge of his nose and said resignedly, “I’m getting old, starting to hear things.”

“I’m seriously asking this question.”

“Sigh… Indeed, you lot are really too strange.”

First, they demanded that the Blood Moon occur daily, and now they were asking how to accelerate the dungeon’s growth rate. Every reaction from these Angel Envoys was beyond the wizard’s expectations, making him feel like he was from a different species.

However, he had actually researched this question.@@novelbin@@

Gathering his thoughts, he said to Black Tech, “Dungeons are a natural byproduct of the Demon God, and we wizards are also promoting this occurrence. Do you know why?”

Piecing together the wizards’ duties, Black Tech ventured, “To keep the Demon God asleep, such actions are taken… to help the Demon God sleep more soundly… You are using the dungeons to harvest greed, then feeding it to the Demon God’s appetite?”

“Exactly,” the old wizard nodded approvingly, “We have studied this matter. The Demon God feeds on greed. If we provide him with the appropriate sustenance, he will continue to slumber in his dreams. The power of the dungeons also comes from the Demon God; this also serves to weaken the Demon God’s strength. But as time accumulates, his appetite will grow larger, until we can no longer satisfy it. The dungeons are designed to continually magnify the greed of the adventurers who seek wealth inside, providing bait for the Demon God.”

“I see. So, what does that have to do with the growth of the dungeons? Ah, I understand now.”

Though he grasped the issue, Black Tech’s voice remained as placid as ever: “The growth of a dungeon also requires greed. Greed is converted into nourishment for the dungeon, which in turn amplifies the greed of the adventurers and transfers it to the Demon God.”

“Yes. We suspect it has something to do with the Demon God’s characteristics, but we dare not continue our research for fear of awakening the Demon God.”

“I understand. But I have another question: there are so many Angel Envoys here, each greedily acquiring equipment. Why hasn’t that accelerated the growth of the dungeon?”

“Because your greed is too little,” the old mage said with a wry smile. “Compared to the truly greedy, your greed is not worth mentioning.”

Black Tech nodded in agreement.

Players are only greedy for one or two sets of equipment, or for higher efficiency, which is nothing compared to the NPCs here.

To players, a dungeon is just a dungeon.

But for adventurers, a dungeon means power, weapons, wealth, reputation, and even temporary companions—their greed for dungeons turn them into bait for the Demon God, and they become tools for sealing the Demon God through continuously venturing into dungeons.

Players, on the other hand, are so purely greedy that they left the dungeon struggling to keep up.

In other words, as long as those greedy folks show up here, the dungeon will grow faster, making everyone happy.

So, where to find such greedy individuals?

Fidgeting with his bookmark, Black Tech’s gaze drifted past the old mage’s shoulder to the adventurers who had come here with him.

The adventurer being scrutinized by Black Tech shuddered, and the leader put down his mug of ale, revealing an extremely ugly smile.

Hmm, found them.

Having shared the information he gathered on the forum, Black Tech no longer cared about the matter and continued the discussion with the old mage.

But the captain sensed something was amiss. Just as he was about to make an excuse to leave, a few players, drawn by the scent, rushed over, tied up the group of adventurers, and sent them to the side of a dungeon.

The captain, thrown next to the dungeon, shrieked, “What are you doing! I warn you, let us go now! Don’t force us to strip naked and beg you!”

“Don’t worry, we won’t torture you,” one of the players said. “We just need you to stay here for a while.”

“Isn’t that torture!”

“We’ll pay you.”

“…How much?”

Just this question let the players know they had found the right people.

This query fully stimulated the adventurers’ greed, and when they saw the players really brought over Gold Coins, their eyes locked onto the coins, and greed immediately began to grow and spread within them.

The dungeon underground sensed this greed. The Law of the dungeon began to transform the greed into power, constantly promoting the dungeon’s growth, enhancement, and gradual strengthening.

Having calculated the time, the players found that the dungeon’s growth rate had really increased a lot.

But a new problem arose: what if there weren’t enough adventurers?

The dozen or so adventurers in front of them immediately became hot commodities. To snatch these lovely adventurers, some players had already drawn their weapons, and an internal fight was about to break out.

Just at the critical moment, a player said, “Everyone, why don’t we bring in some adventurers and have them help us grow the dungeon?”

This statement immediately eased the tense atmosphere. But then, a new question arose:

Where to find adventurers?

Recently, with the Yifate rebellion, adventurers had been employed as mercenaries by nobles. However, these guys took the money and didn’t do the job, choosing to run off elsewhere to enjoy their lives, fully displaying their greedy nature.

So, they could either wait for the adventurers to run out of money and come back, or they could find a way to locate them and kidnap them, bringing up yet another problem.

As the problems kept piling up, the players realized that the issues they needed to solve were growing larger.

Just as they were preparing to form a group to protest at Fang Cheng Studio, a player suddenly had a stroke of genius, thinking of an even better idea.

In this world, the only beings greedier than adventurers are the nobles.

So, why don’t we hire adventurers to kidnap those nobles and bring them here? That would solve the problem, wouldn’t it?