Chapter 69: How a Bootlicker Is Made

After finishing the post, Xu Zhi felt a surge of excitement.

It was simply brilliant!

The game's intricate and clever background setting was so well-crafted that even Xu Zhi himself couldn't help but gush about it.

Reading it made his blood boil, igniting a powerful urge to dive into the game and embark on a glorious life in another realm.

As for the unsuspecting netizens, they were naturally even more thrilled.

"Hats off to the conscientious development team! It's hardcore, yet incredibly player-friendly! The only downside is the limited beta slots, forcing us to be 'cloud players' who can only watch you play, browse the forums, and live vicariously through you. My heart aches with longing (sobbing)."

"This is insane; playing this game actually makes us love learning! It started with evolutionary biology, then medical pharmacology, and I thought physics or chemistry would be next, but who knew it would be linguistics! (What a plot twist!)"

"This is terrifying! If we could enter the Wizard World, we'd have to learn the native language of that world from scratch—a completely new foreign language just to play the game! Can it get any scarier? I can't even learn English well (wails uncontrollably)."

"At this rate, it looks like this game might truly become a second life for us (serious tone)."

"So, it turns out we started in the most magnificent legendary map—the Creator's dimensional courtyard, 'The Origin of All Creation.' The Creator has been evolving us, from single cells to spores. No wonder they periodically check on our species' evolutionary progress. And here we were, thinking of fighting the boss earlier!"

"Wow! Thinking about it this way, I, a tiny ant, want to go and fawn over the Creator! Currying favor with the Creator will surely bring many benefits!"

"I want to fawn over him too!"

"Heh, you sycophants are truly shameless. I'm different; I'm going to lick his sexy chest hair!"

"Hmph! You're blaspheming the Creator! As the sole existence transcending countless dimensions, time, causality, and ethics, how could such a being have chest hair? I'll beat you senseless, believe it or not!"

Some users, referred to as "cute girls," began defending the Creator.

They declared themselves avid fans of the game.

They found the supreme Creator God incredibly handsome and charismatic, even super cool while just eating an apple. He far surpassed any anime character, TV star, or celebrity, and they wanted to turn him into a body pillow and a collectible figure.

"I've discovered it! The legendary Creator God apparently enjoys sitting on a chair in the courtyard and eating apples!"

"Hahaha, and pears too!"

"As a plant, I see my chance! I'm going to evolve into a delicious plant, bearing fruits to please the Creator God who designs species. That's sure to trigger a hidden quest!"

"Let me evolve a delicious plant! It'll be tasty, sweet, have eight times the protein of beef, and even deliver itself straight to his mouth! I want my male idol to personally consume me, his adorable little sweetie (blushes)."

A chorus of sycophants.

Sitting in front of his computer, Xu Zhi watched the frantic discussions and hilarious banter in the forum, finding himself utterly amused and bewildered.

He had done nothing, yet he never imagined that simply because "Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand" had disclosed information about the Wizard World, the online forums would suddenly experience such a dramatic upheaval.

All he wanted was some fruit before, which was why he played mind games with them, tricking them into evolving into plants in his orchard. Who would have thought such a beneficial outcome would arise now?

They're actively evolving into delicious food, delivered right to his doorstep?

The 'Delicious Food Species Project' is about to become a reality.

I'm in for a feast; my happy farm life from now on...

Xu Zhi continued to observe discreetly. Unable to resist, he secretly posted a message on the forum, fanning the flames:

"Everyone, don't forget, the Creator God actually loves 'Farewell Chickens' the most!"

"That's right!"

Suddenly, countless players on the forum had an epiphany.

Immediately, hordes of players flooded into the game, frantically searching for "Akina Mountain Speed," who had just finished posting and had now entered the sandbox.

At this very moment, Akina Mountain Speed was busy breeding his 'Farewell Chicken' population on the spot. After surviving the previous consumption-induced mass extinction, he had finally, painstakingly managed to rebuild his flock.

Chen Wenshan watched as a group of enthusiastic players rushed towards him, a smile spreading across his face:

"They're finally here," he thought. "Just as I expected, they're all looking at me with such fervent, adoring gazes!"

"It must be my impressive and insightful post, that brilliant wave of deduction, that brought in so many fans!"

"Quick, catch him!"

"Brothers, let's sacrifice the Farewell Chickens and trigger the hidden quest!"

"Yes, he was the one who previously dared to provoke the Creator. We'll capture him and offer him as a sacrifice to beg for the Creator's forgiveness!"

A truly horrifying scene unfolded in the dense forest.

Innumerable bizarre and monstrous creatures—some with eight tentacles, others with nine legs or hundreds of eyes—furiously charged towards the Farewell Chicken species, rapidly slaughtering the birds.

Chen Wenshan: ????

What the hell!!

Are you out of your minds?!

I just finished posting and specifically came in here, striking a cool, imposing pose to bask in your admiring gazes, not to get beaten to a pulp...

"Run!!"

He wasn't stupid; he dashed away at top speed.

"Who did I ever offend?!" Chen Wenshan was utterly distraught, tears streaming down his face.

How could things have come to this?

He fled frantically, now hiding in the forest, gasping for breath. "These cursed sycophants! I kindly posted to reveal secrets and explain such an amazing game world, and you turn around and attack me?!"

He gasped for air, completely unaware that a cluster of lush trees behind him were secretly winking.

"Well, well, what do we have here?"

"It's a lone Akina Mountain Speed! We can try to catch it. One Akina Mountain Speed can provide us with several days' worth of energy; they're rich in protein and are the Creator's favorite. But he's not easy to deal with. Let's approach him slowly from behind. Shhh! Be careful not to make a sound."

A group of trees stealthily uprooted themselves, crept closer with a mischievous air, and then swarmed.

*Squawk!*

A shrill rooster's shriek echoed through the air.

"Hey! We actually caught it! It's struggling fiercely!"

"Careful! He's gone mad; he's biting... oh no, he's biting *trees*! He's biting *trees*! Quick! Gag him!"

"We've got him... all the Farewell Chicken's toxins are in its head; just remove the head and it's edible. Its protein content is six times that of beef. Of course, if we're not in a hurry, we could roast it first—that would be even more delicious."

"Hmm, their texture is satisfyingly crisp, and they taste just like chicken. But don't eat too many, and certainly don't eat their king, 'Akina Mountain Speed.' We need to leave him to reproduce the species. We intend to offer this entire race as a sacrifice to the great Creator."

The group of trees slowly moved away.

*Whoosh!*

A cool breeze swept through.

Akina Mountain Speed, having struggled fiercely, stood featherless on the spot, his plucked feathers scattered all around him. Like an innocent youth stripped bare, he was left utterly bewildered, a look of utter confusion on his face.

He was completely shattered.

He had begun to question his entire existence.

Could it be that I'm truly just an edible 'culinary chicken'?!

A species born for deliciousness?

Xu Zhi quietly sat on a chair by the courtyard entrance, eating an apple.

Before him, at his feet, a pile of fawning, peculiar trees, adorned with emerald green floral crowns and branches, presented vibrant Farewell Chickens directly to him.

They resembled treemen from a primitive tribe, worshipping a towering, cloud-piercing giant deity.

Xu Zhi smiled faintly, casually took one, and brought it back to begin preparing dinner. "Hmm, last time I made soup; this time, I'll pan-fry it."