Make up games from Douluo

[Game name: Resident Evil]

[Game theme: Horror and survival]

[Game background: This is a wasteland era where civilization has collapsed. The environment is harsh and zombies are rampant. Humanity has faced unprecedented crises and challenges. Survival will become a luxury.]

[Game Monster: Zombies (Modified)]

[Level restrictions: This product is open to all people, whether ordinary civilians or titled Douluo, everyone can enter the game, but after entering the game, the players' strength will be suppressed and they will not be able to use soul power and soul skills)]

[Gameplay: Survival, this is the only purpose of biochemical games!Kill as many zombies as possible, collect resources, and constantly strengthen yourself]

[Game reward: Kill zombies and have a chance to explode rare props!The higher the level of the zombies you kill, the more valuable the props you explode! (Note: This reward can be brought into Douluo Continent)]

Holy Soul Village, a simple thatched house.

"Huh~ I finally finished changing it!"

When his consciousness returned from the system space, Fang Fan's face was full of exhaustion. After typing the code for a day and a night, he finally further perfected "Resident Evil."

Fixed the bug that caused zombies to turn into macho men.

This time when the game is open again, I believe that things like Tang San, being grouped...well, won't happen.

Although this game system greatly simplifies the game editing process, it also requires solid programming skills. In the past two days, Fang Fan was really tired from perfecting "Resident Evil".

"so tired……"

Fang Fan stretched hard, and there was a fierce protest in his stomach. Then he remembered that he was addicted to writing games and had not eaten until now.

But not long after, he remembered something even more worrying: he had no money~

Fang Fan was an ordinary orphan in the Holy Soul Village. He had no father, no mother, and no money. He usually relied on the village's charity and struggled to survive.

After all, Tang San had a father who was a blacksmith and still had food to eat, but Fang Fan was really at the end of his rope.

"I want to make money..."

Fang Fan's eyes flashed with tears.

When you come to Douluo Continent, even if you don't become a powerful titled Douluo, you should at least become a rich man. You can no longer work as a wage earner like in your previous life, and end up with the tragic end of death from overwork.

"Resident Evil" has been made, and now the best and fastest way to make money is definitely to play two games and explode some rare equipment, then you will have everything.

However, in order to prevent the host from destroying the balance of the game, the system set a rule for Fang Fan that cannot be violated.

Ban the host from entering the game!

This suddenly shattered Fang Fan's dream of becoming a cheater, and he had no way to earn money in the game.

Hey~

Fang Fan is just the planner, the system is the big boss. Although he can modify the settings and rules of the game copy at will, he must also abide by the rules of the system.

"When will people be able to transcend the system?"

Fang Fan sighed and couldn't help but sigh.

Of course, the system would not let him, the host, really starve to death.

As a game planner, although Fang Fan cannot get rewards from the game, he can get generous rewards by operating the game and accumulating popularity.

Every additional player in the game will be counted as 1 point of popularity, and every 10 points of popularity can be used for a lottery draw in the system mall.

The prizes in the system mall are very rich~

Thinking of this, Fang Fan's eyes ignited with blazing flames, and he said: "We must find more fat sheep... no, players, to increase the popularity of the game!"

However, there is now another difficulty.

Now that the game is ready, how do you attract players to play it? !

This is really a difficult question worth thinking about...

Jiuxiang is also afraid of deep alleys. This is Douluo Continent, and there is no network, so information is blocked. It must be very difficult to promote the game.

Fang Fan had a headache.

"Forget it, let's fill our stomachs first."

With a relieved smile, Fang Fan patted the dust on his clothes, got off the bed, went to the kitchen to rummage for a while, and finally found a cold steamed bun left over from the day before yesterday, and made do with cold water.

……

To the west of Holy Soul Village, there are three simple adobe houses. One of the houses has a wooden sign with an ordinary hammer painted on it.

This is the only blacksmith shop in the village.

"Hey, my head hurts!"

After being comatose for a whole day and night, Tang San finally woke up. He opened his tired eyes with difficulty, and the first thing he saw was a handsome face with a gentle smile.

It was Fang Fan who came specially to "visit"!

"Uh...Brother Xiaofan?! What's wrong with me..."

Tang San's head was filled with mud and he was still in a state of confusion.

pedal!pedal!pedal!

At this time, a burst of heavy footsteps came from far and near, and a tall figure appeared at the door.

This is a middle-aged man in his 50s, with a tall and rugged appearance. His bronze body is full of strong muscles, and he is tall and powerful.

His hair was disheveled, his beard was unkempt, and his whole body was filled with a strong smell of alcohol, making the overall image look very sloppy.

"Xiao San, you fainted in the forest. It was Xiao Fan who carried you back. You have to thank her properly."

Tang Hao glanced at Tang San indifferently, placed a bowl of steaming porridge on the wooden table, and left without saying a word.

Although he didn't speak much, it could be seen that he still cared about Tang San very much.

"dad……"

Tang San's eyes were a little moist.

"Mistress, what's wrong with you? Why did you faint in the forest for no reason?!"

At this time, Fang Fan crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, pretending to be confused, and asked Tang San knowingly.

"I……"

Tang San lowered his head and meditated for a while, then suddenly thought of something terrifying, his buttocks tightened immediately, with an expression of lingering shock on his face, and he covered his buttocks with both hands.

"What's wrong with you? Is your butt hurt?" Fang Fan noticed Tang San's actions and snickered in his heart, asking with a hint of amusement.

"No, nothing!"

Tang San checked himself carefully and found that there were no scars on his body. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He should still be innocent.

That magical biochemical game, that ruined world, and those terrifying monsters.

It left a deep impression on Tang San!

Was everything yesterday a dream?

Thinking of this, Tang San couldn't help but have deep doubts in his eyes, and murmured in a low voice: "Xiao...Brother Xiao Fan, yesterday I encountered a red light door in the forest. After entering, I arrived at a strange world. There are many, many... monsters there!

I was outnumbered and fell into a coma after being injured by them! "

Hearing Tang San's report, Fang Fan suddenly laughed: "Haha, monster? Light Gate? Xiao San, I think you are sleepy, there is nothing in the forest."

"What! No, this is impossible!" Tang San was a little unbelievable.

"There's nothing in that broken forest. If you don't believe me, go take a look." Fang Fan said calmly.

He had already put the teleportation light gate away, so it was impossible for Tang San to find it.

At the beginning, when he released the light gate, he just wanted to use Tang San to test the operation of the game, rather than specially preparing the opportunity for Tang San.

In yesterday's incident, Tang San only acted as a guinea pig.

"A dream..."

Tang San was stunned for a long time. His pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had discovered the truth, and his eyes gradually became firm.

No, everything yesterday was not a dream!

But real!

Tang San's firm eyes moved slightly, focusing on the piece of pink lace panties next to the bed!