Fu Tong observed the scenery in a daze. He found himself in an apartment room in the modern world. In front of him, his PC was still running, the monitor displaying a fan art of Li Wushuang.

This was his room. It looked the same as when he had left, minus his corpse.

Missing home, Fu Tong reached for the gaming chair, but his hand phased through it. He turned around and looked at his arms and body.

It was transparent. He did not exist here.

While Fu Tong was still confused, a young man opened the door and tossed an empty delivery backpack to the side. The mysterious man let out a long sigh and walked toward the computer. Ignoring Fu Tong, he sat on the gaming chair and stared at the monitor.

"I forgot to close the computer. Meh, it doesn't matter."

The young man wasn't aware of Fu Tong's presence, but Fu Tong knew who that man was. The young man was none other than himself in the past when he was still working as a food delivery man.

Fu Tong smiled bitterly and tried to speak, but words couldn't come out of his mouth.

The young Fu Tong pressed a few buttons on the keyboard and grabbed the mouse. He opened a game application and a modding app that he had made.

Fu Tong watched his past self enjoy the game. However, it ended up in a bad ending route because Long Hao killed the player character, who was minding his business exploring the countryside. The ending shows that Long Hao killed the character because he purchased a flower from a little girl whose face resembled Long Hao's dead sister.

Both Fu Tong muttered in unison.

"Petty bastard."

Fu Tong glanced at his past self and snickered. He wondered what this trial was all about.

It did not take long for him to realize the gravity of the situation.

For years, Fu Tong got stuck in the apartment room, watching himself from the past going on with his life. He suffered through watching his younger self gooning to Li Wushuang's lewd fan art or viewing the game's explicit content, which depicted the harsh treatment of women in other adult games.

Witnessing himself made him cringe. Fu Tong wondered if the sages of the cultivation world had seen these as well. Ashamed, he vowed never to masturbate in front of a computer again.

'Is this my pride? Is this what it's all about?'

He endured the torture and contemplated the true purposes of this trial.

Years passed by. The young self got older. Fu Tong quit his job and cooped up in the room, crying because of the unfairness of the world.

That was the time when he was fired from his job. His girlfriend, who could have turned him into a normie, cheated on him with a foreign black man. Thus, the past Fu Tong stopped going after real-world women and knelt in front of Li Wushuang's poster.

"I won't trust women anymore."

Fu Tong bit his lower lip and sighed. Looking back, he was pathetic, yet he was honorable in a way. The past self soon forgave his girlfriend and forgot about the incident, indulging in his favorite game and attempting to clear the game with mods.

Bugs, glitches, and unexpected errors kept crashing the game, yet Fu Tong never gave in. He swore that he would modify the game and rescue Li Wushuang and the other girls, whom the developers destined to die.

He even sent emails to the developers. However, they quickly replied that the games were almost a decade old, and they stopped updating the game.

Saddened by this reality, Fu Tong continued developing mods, giving birth to new game scenarios in which Li Wushuang and the girls could survive and thrive. Despite his work, only a handful of gamers returned to the game and played his mod.

After all, the game's primary purpose was not for the story or the gameplay. It was a porn game, designed to please a certain group of gamers. Fu Tong was the only loser who truly cared for the fictional game characters.

Fu Tong watched his past self crying and sobbing while he gooned to Jin Yu's H-CG. He facepalmed.

'I'm a freaking loser. Is this what the boatman wants me to see? Is this what the trial is all about?'

In the game, the trial of pride always forced the player to fight their shadows. However, Fu Tong had already fought and killed so many heart demons and clones of himself. He was confused.

Soon, the past Fu Tong finalized his work. He coded the complete scenarios and stories so that everybody would not be bullied, ravished, or taken advantage of. All protagonists could be either killed or recruited. Some could be saved, but others, like Pei Gui Hong, were beyond redemption. Random events, procedurally generated maps, and spawn points made each run unique and unpredictable.

He published the mod on the internet and hoped for good feedback from the game community.

The game soon became popular among hardcore gamers. They disregarded the nature of the porn game and enjoyed the rich stories and randomness of the game.

Unfortunately, the developers quickly stole the mods and launched a new game of the same title, with Fu Tong's mods implemented. This caused outrage among the game community.

Fu Tong attempted to sue the company. Unfortunately, while proceeding with the lawsuit, he was assaulted by a group of bikers. His brain was concussed, and he suffered from dementia. He couldn't proceed with the lawsuits.

He forgot about what the developers had done.

Some memories returned to Fu Tong. He gulped and massaged his temples.

'Wait a second. The devs didn't make these scenarios. Long Hao, Pei Gui Hong, Xiao Han Ce, and the others aren't coded to be killed. It was me who made them like this. Those assholes sent goons to beat me up before I could even sue them! Man, I wish I could go back and stomp on the devs. What a jerk.'

The world gradually turned into static, except for his past self. Fu Tong watched his modern human counterpart sitting on his old gaming chair, his face haggard and weary.

The surrounding dimension turned white. The counterpart turned around to gaze at Fu Tong and smiled bitterly. He talked to him.

"I'm such a loser, ain't I?"

Fu Tong exhaled deeply. He walked over and embraced his loser's side.

"We are, indeed."

"Aren't I pathetic? I got so absorbed in a porn game that I coded 99% of the game content I'm enjoying. The original game was just a visual novel slob with a bunch of rape-fest gangbang H-CGs. Yet, here I am, making a fan game for them."

Fu Tong gnashed his teeth. He remembered the part of himself that he forgot. Consoling himself and his counterpart, he muttered.

"We did nothing wrong. In fact, we could have made bucks if it wasn't for the licensing issues. If we were smarter, we could have modified the game characters, names of places, and some lores. Then, we could have published an indie game and become a millionaire."

"I'm stupid."

"We are."

"I regret everything."

Fu Tong paused and knelt in front of his counterpart. He grabbed his hands and smiled.

"No. It's too early to regret our decisions. We've got work to do. We have an unfinished business with this stupid game world we made."

The counterpart stopped crying. His haggard face gave Fu Tong a meaningful look and nodded.

"Yes. We have achieved countless good endings, but we never once coded the true ending route."

"Let make it happen—The true ending."

"I'll code it."

"No. We'll carve that path ourselves. We'll experience this first-hand."

"But the game…"

"No more gaming. We'll achieve our good ending in real life! No more regrets!"

Fu Tong's counterpart transformed into an elderly man, whose face was identical to Meng Tianrui when he was an adult. He stood and helped Fu Tong up.

"This karma, I have received it. The things you've done for us, for the realms, and for the girls, I've witnessed everything."

Fu Tong's eyes widened as he recognized the person. He was the patriarch of the Meng Clan and the ancestor of Meng Tianrui. In the game lore that the developers wrote, the Time Lord murdered him and stole his position, leading to chaos in the universe. But in Fu Tong's version, he made it so that the ancestor was alive so that the Time Lord could not have his way.

"Senior Meng Tian? The Karma Deity?" Fu Tong asked to make sure.

"I'll handle the Time Sage Nazzeck. The Meng Clan and the Great Buddha will bring their armies to the immortal realm and hunt down those vile saints. You go back and fulfill your dream. Protect your wives, as you always did."

With a wave of his hand, Fu Tong fell into the white void. He couldn't move his body, but he kept sinking into the white abyss.

While descending, Meng Tian faintly smiled.

"May the Heavenly Dao guide your path, for you are our father."

Fu Tong could barely hear it. His consciousness gradually faded to black.

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Fu Tong opened his eyes and found himself on the grassland of his farm dimension. He sat up and checked his status.

Name: Fu Tong

Age: 22

Cultivation Base: True Immortal Level 1

Fu Tong nodded in satisfaction as he had transcended the mortal realm. He checked his assets next as he remembered that he had abandoned his wealth.

The currency tab showed an unexpected result.

Divine Shards: 999,999,999,999,999,999,999

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