In order to ascend, I had no choice but to play games.

Chapter 300: Have a good journey (first update)
Arriving at the sect hall of the God of Food, Wu Wei still felt a bit unreal.

He felt that he just participated in an event without thinking about it, and ended up becoming the God of Cookery in the spotlight.

This feeling is even more unreliable than winning 500 million in the lottery.

There has been a lot of discussion about this matter in the forum. Fortunately, Wu Wei did not speak in the forum and only peeked at the screen, so there was no risk, but it still made him a little scared.

His low profile when he was not famous became his protective color, giving him a sense of security.

And he didn't expect that the game "God of Cookery" would attract so much attention, and he would become famous inexplicably.

Now, let’s experience the plot in the game.

Within the sect, just a cup of tea is a seventh-level delicacy, and the snacks on the plate look like they can't afford it.

In the spacious hall, the immortal energy is lingering, and the immortal sound is curling. Behind each person is a disciple of the immortal sect to serve. Any needs can be raised to the other party and the other party can help complete it.

Besides him, there were three other people in the spacious living room.

One of them is Fang Cheng. The boss of the studio has been looking at the spiritual herbs on the table since he came in, making compliments while looking at them.

It can be seen that that person really likes to grow grass.

Qian Xiaohao from the Food Alliance was also here, looking at him with dissatisfaction.

Thinking about it, he must have been dissatisfied because the title of God of Cookery that he was bound to win was taken away from him.

However, his attention was then attracted by Fang Cheng, and he walked over and whispered something, saying "You can't do this in games", "Open the krypton gold hole wider", "Everyone is making money, why are you making money?" There are so few. Can’t you take care of the rich players?”

Looking at Qian Xiaohao like this, Wu Wei felt that the gap between people was really wider than that of orangutans.

Gonggong was very honest, and she was a little dissatisfied at first, but with a look from Fang Cheng, she stopped and didn't dare to say a word.

Because Gonggong is an employee of Fangcheng Studio, and he can see the big things through small things, Wu Wei felt that Fangcheng Studio must be quite strict, but he didn't know what Gonggong had committed.

After waiting for a while, a disciple came over generously and said to the four of them: "Four of you, please come this way."

As this disciple moved forward, Wu Wei discovered that the interior of the God of Food Gate was larger than imagined.

From the outside, this place already covers an area of ​​hundreds of square kilometers, and the space inside is even more ridiculously large.

The corridors inside turned a thousand times, various buildings emerged one after another, and all kinds of food that had never been seen before were everywhere. Wu Wei was constantly speechless.

Games must pay attention to reuse. Other games would like to use a boss hundreds of times. It would be remiss not to use a building more than a dozen times.

And the more beautiful it is, the more it needs to be reused. The cost of art must be paid by repeated use, and at most the color can be changed.

But there was obviously no such trick here. Everything was seen for the first time, and the scenery was several times more beautiful than the outside world. This made Wu Wei even more impressed by the wealth and willfulness of Fangcheng Studio.

They seemed to be going all the way down, but the layout of the corridor was very good. There were no stairs at all as they walked along, and they arrived at the ground floor unknowingly.

Stopping in front of the luxuriously crafted door, the disciple who had brought them here stopped by the door and said to the four of them: "Everyone, please go in one by one. The Supreme Elder has something to say to you."

Qian Xiaohao and Gonggong were invited in respectively. When they came out, they were silent and looked thoughtful.

Wu Wei was third in line. When he entered, he found that there were no electric lights here. Only a luminous pearl above his head gave off a faint light, allowing people to vaguely see the situation here.

The huge shadow sat in front, with several elders from the God of Food Sect standing by. The solemn atmosphere made Wu Wei feel a little uneasy, but he didn't know where the uneasiness came from.

In the darkness, someone was quietly observing him.

After a moment, a voice said: "What an ordinary person."

Another voice also emerged from the darkness: "But it was done well."

"My character is also good, but it's a pity..."

"Yes, unfortunately..."

Emotions aroused by these words, the people lurking in the darkness let out sighs one after another, which made Wu Wei a little confused.

Finally, the Supreme Elder, who was sitting in the first place, said: "Wu Wei, you performed well in this God of Cookery assessment, and you can be called the God of Cookery. Do you have any other needs? Our God of Cookery Sect can satisfy them."

"It should be gone." Wu Wei said hesitantly.

"Sure?"

"Well... there is one. But I don't know if I can tell you?"

"But it doesn't matter."

Taking a deep breath, Wu Wei said: "I have always felt that the monopoly on food ingredients is a bit bad. You have also seen that the profits brought by the monopoly have made people here crazy to chase the monopoly, and with it, the food ingredients Prices have risen, and ordinary people are almost insulated from delicious food. Therefore, I think it is better not to monopolize it in the future, and to hand over part of the management rights to the management of the Food God Gate."

There was silence in the secret room. After a while, someone said: "We have neglected this point, okay. In fact, there is a better way. How about you monopolize it?"

"No, no, no!" Wu Wei jumped up immediately and said, "I know my own temperament, especially if I can't stand the temptation. It might be worse if I go up."

"Haha, you are quite self-aware. How about changing the reward to stay here and be the leader here?"

"Forget it, I still like the days of freedom. A car is enough."

Wu Wei's words silenced the people here again for a while.

"Sigh... It would be great if we could be so open-minded back then."

"Yeah, it's always happy to be content, but it's a pity it's too late."

"Ha ha……"

The succession of sighs made Wu Wei feel a little strange, but soon the voice of the Supreme Elder rang out:
"Compared to the other two, you are ordinary, but being ordinary is your best quality. Okay, we will pay attention to your suggestions. I will give you the God of Cookery token. If you have other ideas in the future, just come to me. Can."

The token flew out, and Wu Wei felt as if there was something in his body, which made him feel different in the game.

After thanking him, Wu Wei walked out and found that he stepped out and there was his car outside. The boy was sitting on the side, supporting his head in loneliness.

Seeing Wu Wei suddenly appear, he rushed over excitedly, hugged Wu Wei around the waist and shouted excitedly: "Uncle, I thought you wouldn't come back. They said you went to become a god."

"How is that possible? I don't have that ability." Wu Wei said, rubbing the boy's head.

"Then what are you going to do next?"

"Let's continue setting up the stall."

"You are already the God of Cookery!"

"Can't the God of Cookery enjoy setting up a stall?"

"That's right, what are you going to eat tonight?"

"Fishing first, and eating what you catch."

Pushing his car, Wu Wei took the boy towards the seaside.The sea breeze blows not far away, and it is mixed with the sea breeze and the breath of freedom. It is so warm that it makes people want to sleep.Putting away the God of Cookery sign that he got together, Wu Wei pushed his car and walked towards the seaside.

In Gonggong's small shop, the three steel guards also received the news that the monopoly rights had been taken back.

Ingredients can no longer be monopolized. In the future, everyone will have access to all kinds of ingredients. The confrontation between the Food Alliance and the Freedom Front will still exist, but it will definitely ease a lot.

Individual players will also have their own living space, and they can get the ingredients they want without joining a guild. This makes the guild gradually become an interest-oriented rather than a profit-oriented existence.

After working so hard for so long, he didn't expect to be intercepted by a player in the end. This made Gonggong feel that many things could not keep up with the changes in the plan, and any small episode could change the direction of things.

Some players have begun to quit the guild, and Gonggong is too lazy to continue operating it, so it will just leave it alone.

"Gonggong, what are you going to do next?" the governor asked.

"First understand why the boss is angry. I feel like he wants to kill me." Gonggong said helplessly as he lay on the table.

"You'd better think about it. The boss has a good temper. Where did you offend him? It's not too late to apologize now."

"There are too many to think about."

"You..."

"Forget it, if you can't figure it out, stop thinking about it. I'll go out for a while."

"where to?"

"Nan'an City, tell the Ghost Bride about the current situation."

Sitting in the carriage, Gonggong drove towards Nan'an City. From a distance, he saw the ghost bride and ghost wife standing at the gate of the city, waiting for her return.

And inside the God of Cookery Gate, Fang Cheng was also putting the finishing touches.

The test of Xumi Illusion has ended, and the secrets hidden here have emerged, waiting for him to explore.

The Supreme Elder behind the door also felt the square city outside the door, so he said: "Tianzun, forgive me for not being able to come out to greet you. Can you please come in?"

Pushing the door open, Fang Cheng saw the Supreme Elder of the God of Cookery here.

The surrounding darkness was almost non-existent to Fang Cheng. Through the incomparable blackness here, he saw the current Supreme Elder and other senior officials of the God of Food Sect.

They barely managed to maintain their human form, but their bodies were covered with mouths. Wet tongues protruded from the mouths that were densely covered on their bodies, and from time to time there would be sticky moans.

"hungry……"

"I'm so hungry..."

"Anything is fine, just give me something to eat."

"I'm tired of eating salted fish. Give me some fruits."

"Elder, give me some food."

These sounds are like evil ghosts, coming from the hell of the Nine Netherworld, coming towards you with boundless hunger.

Without restraining these voices, the Supreme Elder on the seat smiled bitterly at Fang Cheng: "Although we are just phantoms, we still make you laugh, Tianzun."

"What's going on?" Fang Cheng asked.

"Tianzun, you have seen the previous illusion. Since we first came here, the Food God Sect has been constantly inspiring and innovating, working hard to develop, and finally rebuilding this place."

A mouth crawled out from another place and whispered: "In just a few decades, we have rebuilt our home here, even better than before."

Another mouth came out: "However, the lingering thoughts of Lord Greedy Demon are still there. We thought it had disappeared, but there is still a little bit left in our impression."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng nodded: "That's it."

The Demon Lord is not easy to kill. Even if he has a thought, he may be resurrected.

Some difficult guys can even be resurrected as long as someone knows about them. This annoying feature was quite troublesome back then.

I had already killed them quite thoroughly back then, but they could still be turned out. On the one hand, their vitality was indeed tenacious, and on the other hand, the outsiders did have some tricks.

If you have a chance to catch an alien, you must slice it carefully and study what they are.

While Fang Cheng was thinking, the illusion of the Supreme Elder was waiting quietly. It wasn't until Fang Cheng signaled that he continued: "Originally, that thought can also be suppressed, but...but..."

"But you have fallen?" Fang Cheng asked.

With a wry smile, the Supreme Elder said: "Yes, we have fallen. After seeing the peace around us, the God of Food began to relax and start chasing food. We have walked all the roads your apostles have taken, and finally we are Greedy Demons Zun's regrets broke out in full force, and we were completely reduced to slaves of greed. We forgot the slogan that food is the most important thing for the people, and even the people who supported us disappeared. The world declined in an all-round way, and everything degraded to what it is now."

"Didn't the people from the Immortal Society interfere?"

"They left a sign before and used our place as a reception area. However, since Can Nian broke out, we didn't dare to contact them for fear that they would also be implicated. Moreover, by the time we discovered that something was wrong, it was already too late. . What we can do is to seal the other party’s residual thoughts here and prevent them from getting out.”

A long sigh sounded, which was the last echo of this civilization.

After understanding the situation here, Fang Cheng said: "I also need to contact the people from the Immortal Association. Can you give me the beacon?"

"Huh? Can't you tell at a glance? Oh, I understand."

The illusion of the Supreme Elder glanced at Fang Cheng gratefully, and the golden beacon flew out and fell into Fang Cheng's hand.

Seeing the beacon fall into Fang Cheng's hands, the Supreme Elder said happily: "Then Tianzun, I leave everything to you."

"Well, you can go at ease."

Illusions disappeared here one after another, and the greedy mouths turned into black air and fell to the ground, blending into the ground, turning into nourishment for the resurrection of the Demon Lord.

As the last Supreme Elder to disappear, when he was about to disappear, he looked at Fang Cheng and asked: "Tianzun, we..."

"You are doing well."

"Thank you."

With a relieved smile, the Supreme Elder disappeared from his place.

The hall immediately became empty, but the silence did not last long, as evil and rampant laughter sounded in the air.

But the laughter did not last long, and Fang Cheng glanced at the newly condensed black mist.

With just one glance, its entire existence was denied, and the black mist all over its body disappeared in this gaze, as if it had never existed.

With the death of residual thoughts, he bid farewell to the illusion that had persisted here until the end. Fang Cheng held the road sign and said softly: "Have a good journey."

　It's too late today. It's too late for the second update. I'm really sorry.

　　Sorry, very sorry!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)