Thus, lured by Xue Xi's financial offensive and the grand promises she had painted, the Hash Team ultimately agreed.
Over the next half month, they worked overtime day and night, putting everything they had learned into recreating in full the world Xue Xi had shown them in the illusion. Do not think that was fast—with the computational power of the virtual universe supporting them, taking this long for a virtual game already counted as an exceptionally drawn-out process.
In the end, they did not disappoint Xue Xi. They created the Ten Thousand Races Weep Blood she had specified!
After paying a substantial final sum, Xue Xi gave Xu Xin a copy of the game package to operate, while she happily plunged into the game herself.
Heaven and Earth were born, the ten thousand races multiplied, the Blood Spirit calamity began, and all living beings suffered!
The grand curtain of the game rose. A distant, ethereal voice, carrying a trace of mournful antiquity, narrated the story of a universe ruled by the vile Blood Spirit Clan. The game's main storyline, however, was remarkably open-ended.
Every player would be randomly born into one of the ten thousand races, burdened with the mission of changing their race's fate as they set out on the path of resisting the Blood Spirit Clan.
That was right—Xue Xi had turned the experiences of those several dozen eras from her memories into a game. First, it was to avoid forgetting that period of her life. Second, it was to warn the present-day Human Race that they must never slacken. The Human Race stood among the six peak races; like rowing against the current, if they did not advance, they would fall behind. Otherwise, the Human Race of the future might well repeat the tragedy of being ruled