Chapter 19: The Prerequisite for Playing Games

  Several hours later, Ma Long slowly opened his eyes.

  Looking around, he found that the place where he was no longer a world of gunfire, but the small broken house in the slum after Musa-Mein. After Marlon involuntarily let out a long sigh, he showed... an expression that dared not recall past events.

  "Malong brother! You finally woke up!" Xiao Anwei's voice full of surprise and excitement entered Malong's ears, but the little guy's words immediately changed to: "Malong brother, you stood there with your eyes closed for a long time, sleeping until the sky is completely dark, I'm so hungry now..."

  "Malong, old friend, has your soul finally returned? I'm guessing that this little guy dragged your soul into this crystal ball to experience the Battle of Coria firsthand?"

  The voice of Lizard Druid Master also entered Marlon's ears.

  Right after that, Ma Long felt someone tugging on his sleeve.

  He turned his head sideways and Malong saw a pair of sapphire blue eyes, in which the speaking eyes revealed thick concern.

  "Ah——" He let out a long sigh, and Ma Long said something that sounded completely nonsensical: "It turns out, being truly alive is really f**king great!"

  Whoever it is.

  In a world where gunfire is flying everywhere, after dying more than sixty times in a row, every four or five minutes, and then returning to a peaceful environment, wouldn't you always feel this way?

  At least, Ma Long firmly believes so.

  So when speaking, Ma Long carefully moved his right hand away from the inferior crystal ball held by Musa-Mein.

  "Musa-Mein, avenging your family's grudge is your own business, I won't interfere or be a shameful informant. However, you've impressed me with your skills, so what I want to say is - if you're willing, we can sign a joint contract to make money together. You provide the technology and follow-up R&D support, while I provide the funding and... ideas that can turn stones into gold and make a fortune."

  Ma Long took a deep breath and smiled at Ma Lin with a cooperative expression.

  In the hours of waiting for Isu Meinas to fall, Marlon had ample time to chat with Musa-Mein about everything related to "Plane Projection Fragments".

  So at this moment, Ma Long actually already knew very clearly that Musa's ingenious invention "Spatial Projection Fragment" contained how much huge commercial value.

  At least, making a single-player full simulation game with "Bit Plane Projection Fragment" and a four-player online battle full simulation game is completely stress-free!

  However, there are also drawbacks. To fully demonstrate the commercial value of "facet projection fragments", the amount of investment required will not be a small sum.

  Because, in order to make this fully simulated game, the primary condition is to first go and make... a true 3D holographic movie.

  That's right, it's filming a movie, and Ma Long just can't help but film even if he doesn't want to.

  It's very simple, just like Musa-Mein used the reconnaissance footage of "Koriaza Great War" to make "Koriaza Great War Fragmented Projection", if you don't first shoot a game into a 100% realistic big movie, then even if you barely made a game using "Fragmented Projection", it will definitely be a crappy game full of bugs!

  If you're going to do something, do it well; if you can't, don't bother doing it at all. What's the point of creating something rubbish and waiting for people to scold you?

  This kind of infamous thing, Ma Long can't do it.

  Moreover, after the game is made, Ma Long will also go in and play... How can he not avenge these hours of frustration?!

  "Of course I will!" Musa-Mayn's face showed a relieved expression: "If not for this, why would I still take the risk to stop you on the street?"

  As soon as he finished speaking, Musa-Mein's expression changed to a nearly ferocious look: "As long as I have the money, as long as I have enough money!"

  Musa-Mein's expression left Ma Long not suspecting in the slightest that as long as he had enough money, Musa-Mein would launch a crazy and ruthless revenge against the deputy director of the Tongma Research Institute.

  But how can I put this into words?

  Hmmm... repaying kindness with kindness and resentment with straightforwardness, isn't avenging one's parents a duty that children should fulfill?

  Moreover, Musa-Mein, who was originally a kind and somewhat weak-minded technophile, was persecuted by the deputy director of the Demon Research Institute to the point of losing his family and home, leaving him with no choice but to seek revenge.

  It wasn't just Marlon who thought Musa-Mein's idea was reasonable, even the revered Druid master Lizard, who valued harmony with nature, suddenly spoke up and said: "Poor child, I know a priestess of a forest goddess whose powerful healing magic can restore your damaged body to its normal human form."

  The words of Master Lizardo brought Musa-Mein's expression back to normal: "Master Bobworm, thank you for your kindness, but it's not necessary! At least, before I avenge my parents and sister by killing that despicable villain, I want to keep this appearance."

  "Whatever."

  Lithariel Druidmaster shrugged his broad shoulders, like a bear's.

  "So, is there anything else here that needs to be moved?"

  This answer was not beyond Malong's expectation, so he asked like this after nodding.

  Ma Long rolled up his sleeves, as if he was going to personally help Musa-Mein move house. Of course, this was exactly what he had planned - since he had decided to cooperate with Musa-Mein, how could Ma Long possibly let Musa-Mein stay here?

  If something unexpected happens to Musa-Maein, who will Malong go cry to?

  It's better to take both people and research results away together, that's the most reassuring.

  "Mr. Ma Long, you seem to have forgotten something important."

  At this time, Adela, who was also serving as Malong's personal maid, suddenly spoke up and said.

  "What's so important? What could be more important than helping our great scientist Musa-Myan move house?"

  It was probably because of the countless times he had died in "Coreias' Great War of Fragmented Projections" that Marlon couldn't recall what important thing he had forgotten.

  Adela silently pulled out a gilt-edged invitation from her bosom.

  At this point, Ma Long finally remembered ——

  "By order of the Minister of Culture of the Republic of Loring, concurrently a standing member of the Post-War Reconstruction Committee, and at the behest of Secretary of State Augustin von Neuvendt, I have come to deliver an invitation to a masquerade ball to be held tonight at 7 o'clock on the shores of White Sand Lake. It would be our honor if you could attend."

  If I'm not mistaken, that old man named Delft said something like this when he handed me the invitation...

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