Game Is Art

"What kind of world was this?!"

Wang Chuan stared blankly out the window as the chatter of others reached his ears.

"Hey, did you hear? Zhou Jian from Class Three of the Design Department got noticed by Penguin Company. He'll probably become an official Game Producer before he even graduates."

"Who? Zhou Jian? He's that awesome?"

"What did you expect? Why would I lie to you? The counselor will probably send a message in the group chat soon. You'll know then."

"I've got nothing to say. I'm convinced—he's a big shot! I wonder if I can ride his coattails. I don't even need to become an official producer; getting into Penguin Company would be enough."

"What nonsense are you dreaming about? If you don't become an official Game Producer, you'd still just be a nobody even if you got into Penguin Company."

"Damn, that hit right in the heart."

"That's nothing. Here's something even more heartbreaking. You know Liu Long from the third year, right? He entered the Newcomer Game Development Competition and took first place outright. He's already an official Game Producer now."

"Uh, that doesn't really prove anything. Anyone could enter the Newcomer Game Development Competition. Liu Long's family had a studio, and he'd already interned for years. He wasn't a newbie at all."

"But no matter what, he got first place. You have to admit he's impressive. Unlike us—we're about to graduate, and our Pangu Editors are still completely blank. Who knows what game company we'll end up at?"

"Sigh."

"What are they talking about? Am I dreaming, or did I transmigrate?"

Wang Chuan listened to the discussion around him, his mind a complete mess.

What were they even talking about?

Game Producers? Penguin Company? Pangu Editor? Newcomer Game Development Competition?

What were all those things?

And wasn't he supposed to be at home, waiting for the new games coming out in March?

Frowning, Wang Chuan looked around at his surroundings.

He was not at home at all. The large podium ahead, the display screen behind it, and the murals on the walls all told him that this was a classroom at a school.

Could he be dreaming?

Still doubtful, Wang Chuan pinched his thigh. It didn't hurt?

So it really was a dream!

Wang Chuan sighed in relief, though a trace of regret lingered in his heart.

As an ordinary person who loved games, he had actually always longed for some kind of extraordinary encounter.

"Ahhh! That hurts, that hurts! Wang Chuan, why are you pinching my thigh? Don't you have your own?"

A sudden shout came from beside him.

"Uh, sorry. I pinched the wrong one."

Only then did Wang Chuan realize that, in his moment of nervousness, he had accidentally pinched his deskmate's thigh.

After apologizing to his deskmate, Wang Chuan pinched himself again. Afraid of making the same mistake, he deliberately pinched his arm this time.

Once, twice. Mm, it hurt quite a bit.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss."

He should not have used so much force.

Suddenly, a wave of pain erupted in his head, as if something were trying to burrow out from inside it.

Wang Chuan endured the pain without making a sound. He lay facedown on the desk and pretended to sleep.

After a while, fragments of memories suddenly appeared, like scenes from a movie, slowly merging into Wang Chuan's mind.

"Whew. So I really did transmigrate. This wasn't a dream."

After sorting through the fragments in his mind, Wang Chuan finally realized that he had arrived in another world.

Once he thought about it carefully, he discovered that this world seemed to have taken a strange path up the tech tree.

For instance, the internet and computer industries were different from those of his previous life.

This world's AR and VR technology, as well as the specifications of computers, phones, and related devices, had all undergone a qualitative leap. Not only did they run much faster, but their memory capacity had expanded severalfold.

Of course, that was not the important part. What mattered most was gaming.

As a hardcore gamer, Wang Chuan could confidently say that he had achieved something in the field of games.

For example, when playing games was not satisfying enough, he would study and research things himself, then develop a private server based on the original game that belonged solely to him.

Ahem. Of course, he only played those himself and never used them for profit.

That was why he could immediately see the changes in this world's gaming industry.

Unlike his previous life, games in this world had been elevated to the throne of art. They were recognized by every country, and the highly sought-after Game Producers enjoyed social status just as high as artists.

It was precisely because of this.

With national support, this world's gaming industry had given birth to the Pangu Editor.

Countless universal game codes were stored within the editor, allowing producers to build a game's framework with remarkable ease.

Simply put, all the common resources needed for games had been placed into the Pangu Editor. People at different levels could access a corresponding amount of its resources, reducing the difficulty of game development.

That was also why Wang Chuan had said the tech tree in this world had gone astray.

Yet strangely enough, although game development had become easier in this world, the industry itself had not developed very quickly.

This world had many gaming platforms, from the Mobile version to PC, AR platforms, and VR platforms. Yet because there were too many platforms, the games themselves were not of particularly high quality.

In Wang Chuan's eyes, the gaming industry in this world had gone somewhat off course.

Instead of studying how to improve game quality, people focused on making money through multiple platforms and creating the most exquisite art styles.

Once a game became popular, others would directly copy it over, make a few changes, and release it. There was rarely anything genuinely innovative.

Although Wang Chuan had been a hardcore gamer in his previous life, he also understood the development of games and remembered the mechanics of every classic title.

If I made games too and became a Game Producer, could I achieve something as well?

As that thought crossed his mind, Wang Chuan could not help but feel tempted.

This had huge potential!

He only needed to bring over the classic games from his previous life to achieve success.

No, that was not right. He would not be plagiarizing them. He would be spreading the classic games of his previous life, letting the players of this world experience what games truly were!

Just as Wang Chuan shamelessly continued thinking, a voice rang out in his mind.

"Ding! Congratulations, you have obtained the Legendary Game Producer System. Please confirm whether you wish to accept it."

Huh? What was that? There was even a system? Was he so happy that he was hallucinating?

The sudden notification left Wang Chuan somewhat stunned.

"Ding! Congratulations, you have obtained the Legendary Game Producer System. Please confirm whether you wish to accept it."

"Ding! Congratulations, you have obtained the Legendary Game Producer System. Please confirm whether you wish to accept it."

Mm, it seemed it was not a hallucination!

After hearing the notification again, Wang Chuan nodded.

Since that was the case, then... accept!