3: Female Secretary Liu Meiqi: What is fantasy?

Hearing the knock at the door, Jiang Feng didn't open it immediately.

He used the System to build a game resource pack, deployed it to the existing game, and watched the changes appear on the screen.

After finishing all this, he then got up and walked to the door.

Just as he was about to open the door, a somewhat saccharine female voice came from outside: “Boss? Did you jump? If you didn’t, then open the door!”

Jiang Feng’s mouth twitched.

He opened the door.

Outside the door, a short-haired girl looked over with a worried expression.

She had a melon seed face, was about 1.5 meters tall, and looked very well-behaved.

It was a pity she had a mouth.

“Boss, you didn’t jump? That’s great!”

The cute girl, Liu Meiqin, breathed a sigh of relief.

Her boss was young, rich, and harbored a dream of making games.

The key was that as a customer service representative, she didn't have to work overtime, worked nine to five, and the salary was high.

Where could she find such a good boss?

If he had really jumped, it would have been a loss for countless workers.

“Why didn’t you leave?”

Jiang Feng looked at Liu Meiqin.

Everyone else in the studio had followed their “friends” to another company, leaving only the cute girl.

“Boss, I’m just a tiny customer service representative, they wouldn’t want me even if I wanted to leave!”

Liu Meiqin stuck out her tongue.

Then, feeling she had said the wrong thing, she quickly added: “But even if they wanted me, I would absolutely not leave!”

Liu Meiqin was full of fighting spirit.

She then asked curiously: “Boss, what should our studio do now? Apply for bankruptcy? I can help you fill out the forms, I’m very skilled at that.”

Why would you be skilled at that kind of thing?

Resisting the urge to retort, Jiang Feng shook his head and said: “Our studio isn’t finished yet. We, Illusion Dream Game Studio, are determined to win this Ancient Style Game Development Competition!”

Liu Meiqin pulled out her phone: “Boss, you don’t know yet, do you? Antarctic Studio has already released a promotional video, and it’s much better than our game!”

The phone began playing a video.

Hoo—ha—!

The sound of heroes in troubled times punching!

Dozens of men in training clothes stood on marble slabs, each punch and stance full of style.

Next to them, an Old Master watched, nodding slightly.

The camera suddenly rose.

A small town appeared in the picture.

Classic ancient style architecture, stone paved roads, merchants and porters coming and going, the sounds of hawking incessant.

As the camera continued to move, it showed an entire small town, no different in size from a real town, with a population approaching ten thousand, including all walks of life, bustling with activity.

The camera pulled up again, as if an entire ancient Dynasty appeared, and the figures of a dozen Wuxia masters flashed by.

At the same time, the four characters “heroes in troubled times” appeared, written in ink wash style.

The bullet comments on the video were in a frenzy:

【As expected of Antarctic Studio, this modeling is incredible!】

【Antarctic Studio is the best at using AI, right? Look at these ancient style buildings, they are exactly like the historical data I’ve seen.】

【Did you see those heroes in troubled times? Each person’s punching technique is different.】

【I saw it, it should be a Wuxia game, and the actions are very well done.】

【Must buy!!!】

There wasn't a single comment mentioning Huanmeng Studio.

“Boss, their quality is really high, we can’t beat them!”

Liu Meiqin whimpered: “How about we change it to a match-three game? At least we can sell some to break even.”

Jiang Feng tapped her head: “What are you panicking about? I thought Antarctic Studio had many talents and would make some changes, but I didn’t expect them to only optimize it.”

After tapping, Jiang Feng pointed to his phone again:

“Did you see their title? Antarctic Studio is also arrogant, they even dared to copy our game’s name. Go organize the files for me, send a lawyer’s letter, and sue them!”

In his previous life, Jiang Feng had seen many cases of plagiarism.

But copying even the name was truly a first.

Too arrogant!

“Ah? Me? Boss, I’m just a customer service representative?”

“I’m giving you more responsibility. You are now my secretary.”

“Yay! A raise?”

“No raise.”

Liu Meiqin’s face immediately fell, but she still obediently went to the office to help Jiang Feng organize the materials.

At this moment, she saw the office computer, and the screen displayed the game heroes in troubled times.

Only the opening scene was a bit different from before.

Originally, it was several Wuxia masters competing on a stage.

Now it was an ink painting, with a white-robed man stepping on a Flying Sword in mid-air, surrounded by a rushing Qi current, advancing rapidly, looking extraordinary.

What is this?

Liu Meiqin was a bit confused.

“Boss, you changed the game? What is this?”

Liu Meiqin pointed at the Flying Sword and suddenly laughed:

“How is this person stepping on a sword? Boss, can’t you use AI, did you draw it wrong?”

Jiang Feng came next to her and explained: “It’s not drawn wrong, this is exactly the scene I want. I changed the game, from Wuxia to Xuanhuan, and Cultivators fly on swords.”

“Xuanhuan?”

Liu Meiqin had never heard of this term before and now looked bewildered.

Jiang Feng was very patient: “You can understand it as adding some more supernatural, metaphysical content on the basis of Wuxia. These powerful supernatural forces create different worldviews, naturally making it distinct from Wuxia.”

Liu Meiqin looked blank.

What was he saying? Was this even human language?

“Simply put, Wuxia is a punch that kills a person, Xuanhuan is a punch that overturns a city, or even shatters a planet.”

The difference in combat power is the most easily understood among the countless differences between Xuanhuan and Wuxia.

Liu Meiqin indeed understood.

She widened her eyes: “Can someone really be that powerful? You’re joking, right?”

Although Wuxia is also fantasy, it does not exceed common sense.

Some even fantasize that martial arts exist in the real world, but they just can't access them.

But what Jiang Feng said about a punch overturning a city, or even shattering a planet...

Let alone a person, even the most advanced nuclear weapons today couldn't do that.

“Boss, isn’t this just mindless fantasy? How could anyone buy into this kind of setting?”

Liu Meiqin shook her head, not at all optimistic about the Xuanhuan concept Jiang Feng proposed.

Jiang Feng replied: “Indeed, people used to imagine superheroes, the limits of individual martial power, but in the end, they all ended up with lackluster results, and few people bought those games. Do you know why?”

“Of course, because it’s boring! With such strong martial power, aren’t they just invincible? What’s fun about that?”

Jiang Feng smiled mysteriously: “Who told you that only players are that strong? In the Xuanhuan World, every Cultivator is extraordinary and transcendent, each one stronger than the last.”

Liu Meiqin was stunned; this idea was rarely considered.

Previous fantasies always had the protagonist as unique.

For example, suddenly undergoing genetic mutation, instantly possessing powers completely different from others.

Or being a superhuman with extraordinary physical abilities, whom no one on Blue Star could contend with, and technology couldn't either.

Such games might be fun for an hour, but few players could keep playing them.

Because they were boring and lacked interactivity.

But what if extraordinary combat power wasn't unique to the player, but the fundamental setting of the entire world?

Liu Meiqin couldn't figure it out; this kind of worldview was unprecedented.

She couldn't help but become curious:

“Boss, tell me more about this Xuanhuan~~”