"I feel like my waist is about to break."
Lying facedown on the sofa, Fang Zheng swayed his neck from side to side and muttered to himself.
"It's been so long since I tackled a project this big. It nearly worked me to death... ugh..."
As he spoke, Fang Zheng looked at the Dimensional Codex before him. There, the third coordinate point was gleaming.
But for Fang Zheng, this had been an extremely painful process.
Just as every god viewed the world differently, Fang Zheng and the Order Clan also viewed and wielded divine power differently. Take coordinate points, for example. Fang Zheng simply could not learn the Order Clan's methods for creating them, because he knew nothing about their civilization, much less their technology.
Fortunately, Fang Zheng possessed the Order Imprint, which converted its information into something its user could understand. That was why Fang Zheng could recreate the third coordinate point through programming. Even so, it had taken him a great deal of time. Most of the data had been preserved quite intact, and what Fang Zheng needed to do was essentially like restoring a shattered antique.
Yet even so, it had drained a tremendous amount of Fang Zheng's energy. After all, truly repairing a world and making a game were things on entirely different levels.
"No matter what, I can finally relax now... Mm, yeah, right there. Put some strength into it... Good job, Cui."
"How is it, Brother Fang Zheng? Does it feel good?"
Standing on Fang Zheng's back, Fuse Cui gently stepped on him as she asked. Fang Zheng nodded.
"Mm, it feels great. Use a little more force down there... Sigh, after programming nonstop, I feel like my body is rusting up... Damn it, there were so many BUGs... BUGs... They were killing me..."