Child of Chaos 2.0 (The Degenerate Life of Writing Updates, Eating, Sleeping, and Playing Games)

A Tyrant...

Watching the monster charge toward him, Fang Zheng remained quite calm. He even had the leisure to reminisce about the Tyrants he had encountered when playing games back then... No matter what, it was nice to finally see a familiar face other than zombies in this godforsaken place.

"Roar!!!"

However, the Tyrant clearly did not share Fang Zheng's sentiment of fellow townsmen meeting with tears in their eyes. It roared and charged down the corridor like a truck, its massive, razor-sharp claws sweeping at Fang Zheng.

"Clang!!!"

The sharp claws collided with the pitch-black greatsword. Fang Zheng swung his sword in his right hand and blocked the Tyrant's attack.

Ah... Even its attack patterns hadn't changed. How many times did this thing kill me back then?

As he fended off the Tyrant's attacks, Fang Zheng still had the mood to recall the miserable experiences he had suffered playing games in arcades.

Back then, the PlayStations in arcades were placed right on top of the arcade cabinets. There were memory cards, but since the PlayStations charged by the hour like internet cafes, they were basically shared. That meant that even if you spent several hours saving your game today, you might return the next day only to discover in despair that some unknown bastard had overwritten your save file.

Therefore, regular arcade veterans had all mastered speedrunning techniques. Rather than casually playing through a game only to find their progress wiped the next day, it was better to clear it from beginning to end in one go.

That was why Fang Zheng always wanted to laugh whenever he saw streamers bragging about speedrunning techniques after he started working. Back then, you could find plenty of arcade veterans who knew those tricks in any arcade.

After all, if you couldn't