"Is this the workshop where games are made?"
As she walked into Flying Eagle Leap and looked at the programmers toiling away in the workspace, Lin Yueru could not help but remark on it. Zhao Ling'er, meanwhile, looked somewhat worried.
"Master, why do these people look so solemn and frail? Could it be that games drain mortals of their vital essence?"
"No... let me see. Oh..."
Fang Zheng opened his Personal Terminal, glanced at the date, and did some calculations.
"They must be in the later stages of production. Perfectly normal."
"Normal...?"
Faced with Fang Zheng's calm response, Ling'er cautiously pointed at a woman slumped before her computer. Her face was deathly pale, yet she was still desperately working.
"Judging by her complexion, if she does not rest soon, she may only have a few months left to live..."
"Then cast Five Qi Towards Origin on her."
Fang Zheng did not mind giving his employees a little benefit. After all, other game company bosses were not as kind as he was, healing their employees' HP and MP while they worked overtime.
After all, Fang Zheng was no devil.
Zhao Ling'er did not mind. In fact, she barely had any impression of this world at all. Upon hearing Fang Zheng, she hurriedly cast Five Qi Towards Origin. Soon, specks of spiritual energy gushed from the air like a fountain, blanketing the entire work area in the blink of an eye.
As the spiritual energy descended, the employees who had been half-dead moments ago suddenly perked up. They looked as though they had taken something, and even their typing became much more energetic!
Quite a few of them even began whispering among themselves.
"Who used air freshener? What brand is that? I feel like I can smell flowers!"
"Is this an illusion?