Bai Luan looked at the developer of this game with curiosity. If he had the chance, he definitely had to pay him a visit.
He thanked him for making this game and giving him such a wonderful gaming experience.
Bai Luan asked his game bracelet and got a familiar name: Hyperion.
It seemed that the designer of this planet was also an excellent game developer.
Hmm, he definitely had to find an opportunity to meet him, and he had to invest a large sum of money into this planet.
Bai Luan had already decided to go on a wild spending spree on this planet.
At this moment, Bai Luan's phone vibrated twice.
Silver Wolf: It's finally over.
Bai Luan: That fast?
Silver Wolf: ?
Silver Wolf was so annoyed by Bai Luan's words that she almost threw up.
She had been busy preparing this and that for two or three days, finally enduring until the commission was over, and then Bai Luan gave her such a line.
It was infuriating! It was killing her!
Although she desperately wanted to fly over and punch Bai Luan, her professionalism still made Silver Wolf prioritize the commission.
Silver Wolf: A big shot wants to meet you.
Silver Wolf: It's the big shot who wants to give you a prize.
Silver Wolf: If you want it, you have to come in person; I can't substitute for you.
Bai Luan: Who insists on seeing me?
Silver Wolf: He said his name is Hyperion.
Bai Luan: ...It seems the invisible hand of fate is at work.
Silver Wolf: You know him?
Bai Luan: Don't you know he's the founder of this planet?
Silver Wolf: No, I haven't paid attention. I only know it's fun here.
Bai Luan: Give me the coordinates.
Silver Wolf: [Coordinates]
Silver Wolf: Come quickly.
Bai Luan quickly ran to the coordinates Silver Wolf had given him.
From afar, Bai Luan saw Silver Wolf waiting outside the door.
Compared to their last meeting, Silver Wolf looked a bit haggard.
She gave off the feeling of being forcibly kept in cram school for several hours after school.
Silver Wolf saw Bai Luan and waved to him.
"Over here."
Bai Luan walked up to her.
"Is it all over?"
"It's all over."
Silver Wolf said, handing a trophy to Bai Luan, who casually took it.
Silver Wolf nodded in satisfaction.
"With this, the commission is over. I'm going to play now. You can take your time chatting with him."
Finally, Silver Wolf stood with her hands on her hips, staring at Bai Luan, and warned:
"You'd better get the game out quickly. If it's not fun... you'll see."
"Don't worry, everything will be there."
After getting Bai Luan's assurance, Silver Wolf said no more, waved her hand, and left.
She had finally endured the painful time. For the remaining time, she was going to play to her heart's content and make up for everything she had missed before.
Bai Luan put away the trophy and walked into the private room.
Let me pay a visit to this legendary game developer.
Bai Luan saw an old man waiting in the private room.
He had white hair, was advanced in age, but his spirit seemed robust.
Wearing a well-fitting suit, he sat quietly in a wheelchair.
Hearing the movement, he looked up, his gaze holding a hint of uncertainty, and he tentatively spoke:
"BL?"
His tone was full of uncertainty, because Bai Luan looked incredibly young.
Bai Luan nodded and said:
"It's me."
Of course, he also knew that language alone was too weak as evidence, so he logged into his account and showed him the backend of BL.
"I've finally waited for you."
Hyperion was very excited, so excited that... he stood up from his wheelchair and walked over to shake Bai Luan's hand.
Bai Luan was stunned for a moment.
"Wait, you can walk?"
Hyperion heard this, let out a hearty laugh, and explained:
"No one said a mobility aid couldn't look like a wheelchair, right? I think it's cool."
It seemed this legendary game developer was quite individualistic.
"I've finally met you. Now another one of my childhood dreams has come true."
As soon as Hyperion said this, Bai Luan's smile faded.
The way he said that, why did it feel problematic?
"Do you have some incurable disease? I know a bit about healing; perhaps I can cure you."
Bai Luan was about to take out his extraction gun to cure him, but Hyperion shook his head and said:
"I'm not sick. I know that sounds like something an old man on his deathbed would say, but I really am not sick."
Hyperion plopped back into his wheelchair and said with a smile:
"I just thought of this matter and immediately went to do it.
Just like I wanted to establish Logos, I wanted to do it, so I did it."
"Although that's true, being able to do it is amazing. I've played here for a long time; this is simply a utopia for gamers."
"Is that so? Haha, thank you for playing."
Hyperion sat in his wheelchair and snapped his fingers. Instantly, the four walls of the private room lit up, revealing built-in display cases.
Inside, countless models, figurines, game cartridges, and classic gaming devices from various eras were displayed in dazzling array... like a miniature museum of gaming civilization, which filled Bai Luan with awe.
It truly was a king's treasury.
"I loved games since I was very young."
Hyperion seemed very pleased with Bai Luan's reaction. He smiled and fell into reminiscence.
"I was always amazed by the imaginative ingenuity of those game designers, and I was also keen to find the Easter eggs they meticulously hid in every corner of the world.
Every time the 'Achievement All Collected' prompt popped up, I felt like I was completing a gaze across a screen with the designer behind the scenes.
We had never met, yet it felt like old friends who had known each other for a long time."
He looked at Bai Luan, his gaze warm:
"And the first one to make me experience this feeling was your game, BL."
"Is it because... they're very fun?"
Bai Luan guessed.
"No, because they're very cheap."
Hyperion's answer was unexpected.
This answer was too real, making Bai Luan pause, then burst out laughing, and Hyperion laughed along with him.
"However."
After laughing, Hyperion's eyes became deep and serious.
"They are indeed very fun.
Even now, I occasionally choose one of your games, spend an entire afternoon, immerse myself in it again, and re-experience that purest joy of youth.
I believe this is what a good game should be like—no matter how gorgeous or simple its exterior, its core should be an incredibly interesting experience."
He paused, a hint of insistence in his voice:
"This is also why I stubbornly insist on retaining the 'primitive' play method of keyboard and mouse in Logos to this day.
There are always people in this world who temporarily cannot afford top-tier gaming equipment, but their love for games is absolutely no less valuable than anyone else's.
I want to preserve an entry point for them."
"I've played your game."
Bai Luan said sincerely:
"It's truly a great game."
"Is that so?"
Hyperion sat in his wheelchair, a smile on his face.
"Thank you for playing my game, and... thank you for your game, which led me down the path of a game designer."
"Did I have a part in that too?"
"Of course, my first pot of gold was earned by making a modified version of your game."
A trace of reminiscence flashed across Hyperion's face:
"There were so many voices denying me back then, saying all I knew was playing games, what was the use of researching these things, could I even make a living from it?
I listened to these voices, reflected deeply, and it made me realize one thing."
"What?"
"Not listening to them babble, I live so freely."
Hyperion's sudden remark made Bai Luan burst out laughing again.
Seeing Bai Luan lose his composure, Hyperion also smiled.
"Indeed, one must live in their own passion, not in the eyes of others."
"Right..."
Bai Luan suppressed the upward curve of his lips and said seriously:
"What you love is your life."
"Alright, no more chatting. Let's give you the prize first."
As he spoke, the armrest of his wheelchair silently rose a section, revealing a hidden storage compartment.
Inside, a miniature computer, emitting a faint blue glow, lay quietly.
Hyperion took out the miniature computer and handed it to Bai Luan.
『Curio: Miniature Supercomputer』
『Smallest size, most overpowered computing power』
Bai Luan took it. It had been a long time since he had seen a curio that he hadn't created himself.
"Thank you for the prize."
"I hope this prize can help you develop more fun games in the future."
Bai Luan felt a little guilty.
He didn't intend to use this item to develop games, but rather to create miniature simulated universes.
"Also."
Hyperion sat up straighter, his tone carrying a hint of jest, yet also a serious request.
"Before I die, can you make a few more games?"
No, how can you just open your mouth and spout such auspicious words?
"...If you really have some hidden illness, I can indeed cure it."
"No, I'm not sick; I'm very healthy."
Hyperion leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eyes like a playful child, and said with a smile:
"I just want to rush you to update."