Teacher Zhao's Experience

The moment Chen Yu entered the dreamscape, he saw Teacher Zhao appear before him, staring at him coldly.

Unlike the teacher in reality, who was sometimes irritable and sometimes mild-tempered, Teacher Zhao in the dreamscape looked cold and devoid of humanity, which only made his air of mastery stand out all the more.

Rather than fight him right away, Chen Yu first tried out the functions inside and could not help throwing back his head with a long sigh.

They were paying him too little.

If this were anywhere other than Heavenly Origin, someone with Teacher Zhao's skills would start at an eight-thousand-a-month salary, not counting bonuses or profit shares.

Every movement had been sculpted to perfection. Both the launch and recovery of each move had been rigorously refined, and the transitions between movements flowed like drifting clouds and running water. No matter how one looked at it, it was a masterpiece among masterpieces.

"I've really stumbled upon treasure. In my previous life, modelers at this level were all partner-tier. Why did he come to Heavenly Origin to be the Math Prince?"

Still, everyone had their own aspirations. Chen Yu had gotten a bargain, so he did not want to act smug about it. In the future, he would find excuses to pay Teacher Zhao more—a stone that killed two birds.

Aside from the excellent modeling, the accompanying editor was also outstanding. Its motion-editing functions were simple and effective, allowing Chen Yu to fully apply what he had learned and display his talents.

Though he wanted to be modest, Chen Yu was certain that this dreamscape was outstanding enough to leave Heavenly Origin's entire generation in the dust. Once released, it would slaughter its way through all opposition.

After finishing the trial, Chen Yu let out a long breath. He knew the dreamscape's lower limit was secure.

Next, it would be up to him to raise its upper limit even higher.

"First, I need to decide whether it needs a story. Even the purest fighting game is better off with a plot as its foundation. Even The King of Fighters has plenty of story content, and players often discuss it. Clearly, people are born to love hearing stories."

"Since there's going to be a plot, it can be a little clichéd, but the emotions must be abundant. After all, sports students can't understand overly deep plots, so it's better to keep things simple and straightforward."

As a former game producer, Chen Yu was skilled at identifying the key points of a task, expanding from there, and completing the game.

Many contradictory aspects could be ignored for now. After all, it was impossible for a game to be flawless from the very start. He could keep adding to it later.

With the framework of his ideas complete, it was time to create the specific scenes.

"Let's go with revenge for the plot. The player starts out cultivating in the mountains, which is perfect for basic tutorials. The player can keep learning there and improve their practical combat experience."

"Then, once they've learned enough, someone comes along and kills the protagonist's master. After that, they leave seven scars on the protagonist's chest, turning him into the savior of the end of the century!"

"That should be enough emotional buildup. The protagonist wakes up afterward, rests, continues cultivating, and then begins challenging enemy after enemy until he finally avenges his master."

"To torment the players, the enemies must be despicable and sinister. From time to time, they need to gang up on the player in the name of justice. That way, the players will remember them deeply."

"Absolutely cannot let players clear the game in one go. All kinds of vile traps need to be included too. Sports students who don't watch the larger environment simply won't do. At the same time, players must be able to use the environment as well. That raises the difficulty and makes the dreamscape more interesting."

"Feedback is indispensable, so let's add a rating system. Watching the score slowly rise will give them a great sense of achievement, making them keep investing time without realizing it. But it will also bring me a huge amount of Negative Emotions."

He designed as he created, and Chen Yu grew more adept with every passing moment. The related skills from his previous life were continuously unearthed and verified against the dreamscape, making him realize that the dreamscape was a massive game—only one far more realistic and tangible.

He attended class during the day and worked on the dreamscape at night. Whenever he got sleepy, he swallowed an Awakening Pill to hold on. When he ran out of pills, he bought more, conveniently spending a little money in the process.

Finally, another three days later, the second dreamscape, Body Cultivator, was complete!

To make this dreamscape more exciting, and to speed up his spending, Chen Yu directly purchased the medium dreamscape package for five hundred yuan per month and added a large number of paid elements. Yet even after calculating it all, it only came to six thousand mana.

Now, he still had sixteen hundred Positive Mana left unspent, while the Positive Emotion in his Constitution had accumulated to eleven thousand again.

Frowning, Chen Yu decisively closed the Constitution interface. Then, carrying the dreamscape he had just made, he went to ask Teacher Zhao for an evaluation.

Whether he could turn things around and walk the broad, sunlit road of a demonic cultivator depended on this dreamscape!

Today was Teacher Zhao's first day back at work.

At the thought of soon seeing his adorable students again, Teacher Zhao was in high spirits and could not help humming a tune.

But the happier he was, the unhappier the dean of discipline in the office became.

He and the principal had parachuted into Third Cultivation High School of Heavenly Origin City. Their task was to privatize Third High School and make it part of their enormous education group.

For that grand objective, they had built a good relationship with the previous committee, thinking what the other side thought and doing what the other side could do. In the end, they had secured ownership of all five high schools.

Then the previous committee had pocketed enough money and fled. The new committee refused to acknowledge anything. At most, it allowed them to replace the principal and dean of discipline, while withholding every other bit of authority.

Seeing Teacher Zhao so delighted, Director Wang said unhappily, "Teacher Zhao, you seem very happy."

"What else should I do? Put on mourning clothes and come cry at your funeral?"

"You... you disgrace civilized conduct, a beast in human clothing! You injured the principal, yet you can still be this happy? You are unworthy of being a teacher!"

"Keep talking nonsense and I'll beat you too!"

"You!"

When Chen Yu arrived, what he saw was the half-bald, furious dean of discipline and Teacher Zhao staring at him coldly.

Standing at the doorway, Chen Yu cautiously asked, "Is Teacher Zhang here?"

He did not want to expose his cooperation with Teacher Zhao, so he borrowed an excuse. However, Teacher Zhao merely waved a hand, indicating that it did not matter.

"Just say it directly. Director Wang doesn't have Star Lord's Blessing on him, so many things are easier to deal with."

"What do you mean by that?!" the half-bald Director Wang shouted angrily.

With a casual slap, Director Wang spun in place like a top three times. Once he stopped, he collapsed limply to the floor, unconscious.

Blowing on his hand, Teacher Zhao said, "This move is the Soul-Seizing Hand. After taking that slap, he'll forget what happened over the past few days, so there's no need to worry."

Glancing at Director Wang, whose eyes had rolled back, Chen Yu said, "I think whether it's the Soul-Seizing Hand or not, any normal person would forget a lot after taking that slap. Are you sure he isn't dead?"

"Relax, I know my limits. Chen Yu, what did you come to see me for today? Don't tell me... the dreamscape is finished!"

"Mm. I hope you'll give me some guidance, Teacher."

Chuckling, Teacher Zhao took Chen Yu's phone, copied over Body Cultivator, then closed his eyes and sank into the dreamscape.

Before long, Teacher Zhao, immersed in the dreamscape, wore a nostalgic expression and softly murmured, "Master, are you well?"