As a connoisseur of fun, what do people like more?


    That’s letting others know they’vee up with some mischief.


    After summarizing the achievements of the past few days, Xiemen Waidao threw his experience into the group chat, immediately sparking lively discussions.


    Havingpared the efficiency of umting merit, they all agreed that this was a good move!


    umte merit, find a vige, cultivate young adults, and then just wait for bandits toe and deliver more merit.


    And they didn’t have to worry about not being able to beat the bandits.


    These bandits’ strength and weakness were both due to illness, and the doctors just needed to cast a spell, and the bandits would be left without any energy.


    Besides, we’re not attacking NPCs here, we’re helping them get treated for illness.


    Even for those who wanted to have us killed, we maintained a healer’s benevolence, holding no grudges and seeking to redeem these evil-minded bandits. Was there any doctor morepassionate than us?


    Getting weaker after a treatment is normal, isn’t it?


    As for NPCs getting killed by young vigers, that’s an issue among NPCs, what does it have to do with us yers?<div>


    Because of the high cost-effectiveness, and the ease of getting started, this method spread quickly among yers and became popr for a while.


    However, while the yers were happy, Fang Cheng started to get confused.


    The reputation of “Healer” was impable, and Dustfire seemed entirely above board. The yers’ pursuit of merit hadn’t changed, but he just felt restless, as if something was amiss.


    After dissecting his thoughts, he pondered for a while, but still couldn’t see any problem.


    yers impersonated healers, used magic to save NPCs and purified their sickness, then took a liking to doing good and umting merit.


    The whole process had both gamey and moral integrity, and the resulting emotions among yers were exactly as he expected. But where was the problem?


    Although he wanted to go there to see what the matter was, another issue was holding him back.


    That was thepetition operation activity for “Quiet Cultivation” had been fully nned and was ready to beunched to increase the game’s poprity and elevate its fame.


    The fairness of the game was beyond doubt; after all, this game had never exhibited any bugs thus far.


    Since “Quiet Cultivation” had reached four million downloads, the efforts to crack the game by cheat-makers had never ceased.


    But what was absurd was that they couldn’t find a way to hack it.


    They couldn’t find any local data to exploit, packet capturing didn’t work, and all conventional and unconventional cheat-making techniques were ineffective. Any cheats purported to work in “Quiet Cultivation” found online were all scams.


    This situation led to an extremely harmonious game environment for “Quiet Cultivation”. If you couldn’t beat it, that just meant you weren’t good enough; if you were bad, you should just learn from Wang Say Games and y the Heavenly Demon mode.


    Everyone there was skilled, their conversations delightful, and she adored that ce.


    Of course, if one wanted to cheat, hiring someone to y in their stead was an option.


    However, in officialpetitions, having a substitute yer was almost pointless, as it would be quickly discovered.


    Originally, this game had the potential for both spectator value andpetitive y, so turning it into apetition shouldn’t have been that difficult.


    Wang Xiaoying had thought so too, but she only realized the true level of difficulty after getting involved.<div>


    Firstly, there was a problem with how tomentate.


    In every match with hundreds ofpetitors, thementator, reading off a list, had to introduce each contestant’s characteristics. Some might get eliminated before even getting a mention, leaving viewers looking at emptiness.


    Moreover, due to the game’s inherent randomness, some seeded yers could unexpectedly crash out, leaving their supporters feeling empty.


    At the final stage, it was unlikely to have over a hundredpetitors left, and if those remaining chose to y it safe, then the event would be dull.<div>


    “This is such a headache, what kind ofpetition format should we use?”


    Wang Xiaoying’s pen cap was already chewed to a mess, yet she still couldn’t think of any good ideas.


    Fang Cheng was now furrowing his brows, probably mulling over what big move to give to “Healer”.


    Huang Ping didn’t know much aboutpetitive games and couldn’t offer much help.


    Xiao Douzi was a hardcore yer who would focus on work and ignore everything else.


    Xu Qingling hadn’t yedpetitive games either, seeming unable to provide any help.


    After much consideration, the only person she seemed to be able to ask for help, apparently, was the sixteen-year-old Monkey, Chen Liang.


    However, he didn’t look like someone who would have his own proposal that could solve the problem.


    But after all, he was a game nner, and he yed “Quiet Cultivation” every midday break, using the extremely challenging Sword Immortal character, with a high win rate.


    After agonizing for a long time, Wang Xiaoying, who had been racking her brains all day, finally made up her mind.


    She decided to ask for help!


    Hence, she waited specifically for Monkey to take his seat in the morning before approaching him and said, “Chen Liang, your thoughts about thepetition for ‘Quiet Cultivation’…”


    Before she could finish, she noticed Chen Liang had frozen.<div>


    He was like a toy that had run out of batteries, staring nkly into the distance without responding for a long time.


    “Chen Liang, thepetition…”


    “Oh my god! I totally forgot about thepetition!”


    “Chen Liang?”


    “Wang sis, just wait for a sec, I need to make a call outside!”


    Chen Liang dashed out the door and after making his call, came back relieved, patting his chest and saying, “Thank goodness, the ‘Quiet Cultivation’petition hasn’t started yet.”


    “Yeah, because I’m in the midst of nning it.”


    “…Oh my god!”


    Only then did Chen Liang realize the awkward position he had just put himself in.