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- Barquisimeto
I enjoyed a novel similar to this one. Different games tell different stories.
Immortal Computer Game Shop (Xianxia)
- Thread starter Sayle
- Start date
- Location
- Elsewhere
"But I wanna play outside with my friends!"
"No! Go play video games!"
GamingandReading
Browses and Replies With Haste
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Heavenly Tribulation? This system is as greedy as always. *Exasperated Sigh*
- Location
- United States, New Jersey
>Guild Wars
Good taste, very good taste. Specially the first one.
Good taste, very good taste. Specially the first one.
UnknownGIND
Change my avatar because my mom didn't like it
- Location
- Jakarta, Indonesia
Will the MC add Souls games?
This time with extra equipment's so they can feel the pain.
MUEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE
This time with extra equipment's so they can feel the pain.
MUEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE
1.)is there any other stories like this?
2.)add SoulsBorne games,we need to see our budding gamers/cultivators know how to Git Gud
2.)add SoulsBorne games,we need to see our budding gamers/cultivators know how to Git Gud
UnknownGIND
Change my avatar because my mom didn't like it
- Location
- Jakarta, Indonesia
1. This story was inspired by BTIC and most of the clones of that story is either badly translated or was good until it's not.
2. I'm also agree.
TimEd
Meteor maker
I have finally finished BTIC.
Yeah, the terrible ending was fairly clearly sign posted when it became clear (by the mid point) the author didn't have any idea how to make use of all the previous story elements (comtinuing to waste lots of semi-developed story beats) along with how to tie it all to an ending.
The good parts were still fairly entertaning though! One just needed to skip more and more parts beyond the mid point, along with thinking up more and better usages of all it's story elements while ignoring what actually happened at the end (everything related to the wider plot beyond 750-ish). So basically it was like watching Legend of Korra. A total mess of execution but the setting and general ideas were nice.
Yeah, the terrible ending was fairly clearly sign posted when it became clear (by the mid point) the author didn't have any idea how to make use of all the previous story elements (comtinuing to waste lots of semi-developed story beats) along with how to tie it all to an ending.
The good parts were still fairly entertaning though! One just needed to skip more and more parts beyond the mid point, along with thinking up more and better usages of all it's story elements while ignoring what actually happened at the end (everything related to the wider plot beyond 750-ish). So basically it was like watching Legend of Korra. A total mess of execution but the setting and general ideas were nice.
Final Fantasy 14 Launches
(The previous chapter has been partially edited.)
The shop was filled nearly to bursting thanks to most of the customers who had waited for its opening making enquiries about the new game rather than the swift exchange of spirit stones which usually characterized opening time for the Immortal Computer Games Shop. "This shop is too small," Xincai huffed, only Peng He's imposing presence and the occasional glare keeping her safe from the tight-knit crush of bodies. "The owner needs to do something. Won't people complain about this?"
As though he had heard her comment from the front, the shopkeeper slapped his hand the counter. "Enough," he said sternly, and a wave of silence rippled back through the small crown. Xincai blinked a few times, surprised by how readily everybody else quietened down. "Since everybody is asking about the new game, I will show you a little of it. Look at the Teevee behind me."
Xincai mouthed the unfamiliar word and pushed up on her tiptoes to see over the crowd as what she had thought was a wide list of prices behind the counter suddenly changed color to pitch black. But then a light crept in, an unfamiliar landscape appearing as if from a mist. It was like a window to another world, the illusion reaching out for her and ensnaring her senses. Then suddenly she was no longer in the brightly-lit shop but instead standing on top of a cliff overlooking a battlefield, the dim light cast in a crimson glow from a massive spiked orb overhead.
Hear, a voice whispered to her, the elegant voice of a woman whispering in her ears. Feel. Think. Five years ago the Garlean Empire used an ancient relic to call down the Red Moon, Dalamud, intending to destroy the land of Eorzea. Yet all was not as it appeared - on the fields of Carteneau rose an alliance of the great city-states to oppose them…
Xincai stared upwards at the red moon above, great glowing spikes impaling it from all sides. What kind of power could call down a moon from the heavens? The girl tentatively stepped forward to look down at the battlefield from the cliff and gasped as she saw the blasts of flame being exchanged, cultivators mixed into the melee exchanging blows with strength beyond mortal soldiers. The dark-armored Garleans were commanding countless spiritual artifacts and mounts, using them to force back their enemy. She saw a yellow-clothed soldier force back one of the soldiers with his spear, only to fall a moment later to a sword. This was what pitched battle looked like?
Then suddenly she caught the lowest spike from the moon break free and fall towards the ground. The rock beneath her feet shook with the impact and a low roar built in the air as the very surface of the moon seemed to crack open, some terrible beast the size of a mountain breaking free from the interior. Even with her cultivation she could feel the power of its suppression, the sheer weight of its energy pressing down. The Elder Primal Bahamut lifted up its wings and everything turned to ruin.
Zheng Xincai witnessed the end of a world with stunned awe and fear. This was no mere image or imaginary thing - she could feel the raw power. Surely only a witness to these events could create so detailed a recreation? She suddenly understood that the force behind this shop was one that even the City Lord would surely treat cautiously, but she did not yet understand why the shop was so prized by her grandfather.
Xincai was left blinking visions of fire and ruin from her eyes as the illusion dissipated and left her standing in the shop with a subdued crowd. Even Peng He seemed shocked, his eyes glazed as he relived what he had just seen. Xincai tugged on his sleeve. "Brother He, I need to see what this shop has to offer with my own eyes. Buy this game for me."
Her shaken senior brother nodded. "Of course, Young Mistress. But do not forget you represent the Zheng clan. If this game can be played with others like Elite, then you must keep your composure. I will try and meet with you if I can."
"Of course, Senior Brother," she nodded seriously. "I will not forget."
Xincai's foot slammed down on the lowest bough of the tree and a moment later she leapt from the branch and drew her bowstring in one smooth motion, the fletching touching her cheek. For a brief, euphoric moment she was suspended mid-air, then her fingertips relaxed and the string snapped forward with a heavy thunk. The shortbow she was using was cruder than her own, shaped from a fine staff of maple wood rather than the absolutely gorgeous cherry wood she had at home. But it was certainly easier to handle, some phantom force gently correcting her when she moved to notch her arrow in the wrong way or pull the bow sloppily, even if she was throwing herself through the air!
The arrow almost whistled as it crossed the distance to her target, the boar squealing in fury as the shaft buried itself a handbreadth into its shoulder. It's head turned and locked unerringly on her as she landed in a sideways roll, the massive beast angrily charging towards her with thundering hooves. But Xincai felt the sudden tingle in her fingertips, suddenly knowing that her next shot would be straight and true. It didn't always happen after every strike, but when it did the same force that made sure she did not fire incorrectly did far more - it always corrected her to make the perfect shot. She whipped an arrow from her bottomless quiver and drew the bow in a heartbeat, going from nocking the arrow to firing in a single smooth motion.
The arrow buried itself halfway into the boar's eye and the charging beast suddenly went limp, its own momentum sending it tumbling to rest at her feet. The young heiress was left breathing heavily, adrenaline burning through her veins. Beneath it all was a wicked satisfaction, an excited grin curving her lips that would get her scolded if her father ever saw her. "Yes!" she squealed, pumping her fist. This wasn't just training or some secret realm, it was an adventure! She didn't even mind the wind against her bare thighs or the way her adorable kitty ears twitched - nobody would ever know that Sun Princess was Zheng Xincai, so what did it matter if she was immodest? She looked good.
"Away with you, demon!" Peng He bellowed, thrusting his staff forward. The energy inside him began to circulate with fierce abandon, emerging as a primordial force of destruction. The murderous voidsent screeched in pain as flames scorched its skin, wings flapping erratically. It lashed out with its claws at him, but he ducked under the attack pushed his staff forward like a lance. Fire roared out and bathed the creature in flames again, its colossal mouth keening in agony.
The small woman behind him was crouched down to protect herself, the diminutive Lalafell shielded by Peng He's larger bulk. But the fight had taxed her protector, his torso soaked in blood from where the creature had tried to take a chunk out of his shoulder with its massive, distended mouth. He was barely holding it off, and although the pain of his injury was little compared to what he would experience in a true battle the throbbing ache was nonetheless distracting, especially so when he was still grasping the fundamentals of thaumaturgy. The energy inside him, this "aether", was not simply a substitute for qi as he had thought. It had its own quirks which he was frantically adapting to in his effort to defeat this monster.
Peng He felt the barely-controlled spin of energy inside him begin to falter as the demon regrouped, and with an effort of will he wrenched its rotation in the opposite direction. His energies went from a roaring river to a barely-moving stream. It went against all his instincts - all he knew said that the stagnation of qi was death. But instead of weakness what flowed into him was the energy of the world, its life-giving strength filling his reserves swifter than he could expend them. Instead of fire his next attack was a bolt of ice, a hailstone the size of his head knocking the voidsent backwards. This was the cycle of thaumaturgy - to draw power from imbalance. To spend power with reckless abandon and strength, then recover it with tranquility. It was unlike anything he had ever felt, and yet already in his heart he knew that to do this with qi was not out of the question…
Lei Cai was in the middle of an argument with an aggravating merchant when the world began to go fuzzy at the edges. "This isn't over," he threatened the man, and reached up to tug the blindfold off. The world of Eorzea vanished like morning mist and he was back in the Immortal Computer Games shop, Zhou Da likewise removing his blindfold in the chair next to him. That had been an interesting experience, although not quite what he had intended.
"What an incredible experience!" Zhou Da explained, beaming. "I can't believe six hours are over already. I have never been to a desert before, nor felt its heat, but what a place! Any man could spend an age in such a paradise!"
Lei Cai slowly turned his head to stare at his friend. "But you often complain about summer days, Brother Da," he pointed out, feeling rather confused. "Surely the desert is a torment for you?"
Zhou Da faltered for a moment, then pursed his lips shut for a long moment. "Aha, it's…the beauty of culture, Brother Cai. The…ah…the architecture is remarkable."
Lei Cai narrowed his eyes. "What exactly have you been doing for the last six hours, if I may ask?"
"What have you been doing for the last six hours?" Zhou Da replied defensively. "Did you not say you would become a mighty warrior? Come, how are your adventures?"
Lei Cai continued to stare back at him, silently wondering what to say. Surely it would be an embarrassment to say that he was distracted, and had somehow spent most of his time learning from the blacksmiths? He had only seen a handsome looking sword and enquired what metal it was made from, and somehow the guildmaster had gone from explaining to making him hold the hammer and try using it…now he thought about it, he was left with the feeling that he had somehow been conned. It was interesting but hardly a worthy topic of study for him.
The silence was dragging on. "I was…investigating the culture of Limsa Lominsa," he said eventually. "To better learn how to grasp opportunities there." I cannot tell him I was distracted and ended up forging nails!
Zhou Da nodded sagely. "That is very wise, Brother Cai. While others recklessly charge ahead, our forethought will pave the way for us to surpass them." I cannot tell him I spent hours watching the cat-women dance! Those silks - I could see everything!
They both stared fixedly at each other for a long moment, then looked away. Other customers were stirring as well, excited conversations beginning all around them as friends described their experiences to each other, although so far none of them had teamed up to tackle their challenges together. But it was only a matter of time. Who knew what the rest of Eorzea had to offer?
The shop was filled nearly to bursting thanks to most of the customers who had waited for its opening making enquiries about the new game rather than the swift exchange of spirit stones which usually characterized opening time for the Immortal Computer Games Shop. "This shop is too small," Xincai huffed, only Peng He's imposing presence and the occasional glare keeping her safe from the tight-knit crush of bodies. "The owner needs to do something. Won't people complain about this?"
As though he had heard her comment from the front, the shopkeeper slapped his hand the counter. "Enough," he said sternly, and a wave of silence rippled back through the small crown. Xincai blinked a few times, surprised by how readily everybody else quietened down. "Since everybody is asking about the new game, I will show you a little of it. Look at the Teevee behind me."
Xincai mouthed the unfamiliar word and pushed up on her tiptoes to see over the crowd as what she had thought was a wide list of prices behind the counter suddenly changed color to pitch black. But then a light crept in, an unfamiliar landscape appearing as if from a mist. It was like a window to another world, the illusion reaching out for her and ensnaring her senses. Then suddenly she was no longer in the brightly-lit shop but instead standing on top of a cliff overlooking a battlefield, the dim light cast in a crimson glow from a massive spiked orb overhead.
Hear, a voice whispered to her, the elegant voice of a woman whispering in her ears. Feel. Think. Five years ago the Garlean Empire used an ancient relic to call down the Red Moon, Dalamud, intending to destroy the land of Eorzea. Yet all was not as it appeared - on the fields of Carteneau rose an alliance of the great city-states to oppose them…
Xincai stared upwards at the red moon above, great glowing spikes impaling it from all sides. What kind of power could call down a moon from the heavens? The girl tentatively stepped forward to look down at the battlefield from the cliff and gasped as she saw the blasts of flame being exchanged, cultivators mixed into the melee exchanging blows with strength beyond mortal soldiers. The dark-armored Garleans were commanding countless spiritual artifacts and mounts, using them to force back their enemy. She saw a yellow-clothed soldier force back one of the soldiers with his spear, only to fall a moment later to a sword. This was what pitched battle looked like?
Then suddenly she caught the lowest spike from the moon break free and fall towards the ground. The rock beneath her feet shook with the impact and a low roar built in the air as the very surface of the moon seemed to crack open, some terrible beast the size of a mountain breaking free from the interior. Even with her cultivation she could feel the power of its suppression, the sheer weight of its energy pressing down. The Elder Primal Bahamut lifted up its wings and everything turned to ruin.
Zheng Xincai witnessed the end of a world with stunned awe and fear. This was no mere image or imaginary thing - she could feel the raw power. Surely only a witness to these events could create so detailed a recreation? She suddenly understood that the force behind this shop was one that even the City Lord would surely treat cautiously, but she did not yet understand why the shop was so prized by her grandfather.
Xincai was left blinking visions of fire and ruin from her eyes as the illusion dissipated and left her standing in the shop with a subdued crowd. Even Peng He seemed shocked, his eyes glazed as he relived what he had just seen. Xincai tugged on his sleeve. "Brother He, I need to see what this shop has to offer with my own eyes. Buy this game for me."
Her shaken senior brother nodded. "Of course, Young Mistress. But do not forget you represent the Zheng clan. If this game can be played with others like Elite, then you must keep your composure. I will try and meet with you if I can."
"Of course, Senior Brother," she nodded seriously. "I will not forget."
Xincai's foot slammed down on the lowest bough of the tree and a moment later she leapt from the branch and drew her bowstring in one smooth motion, the fletching touching her cheek. For a brief, euphoric moment she was suspended mid-air, then her fingertips relaxed and the string snapped forward with a heavy thunk. The shortbow she was using was cruder than her own, shaped from a fine staff of maple wood rather than the absolutely gorgeous cherry wood she had at home. But it was certainly easier to handle, some phantom force gently correcting her when she moved to notch her arrow in the wrong way or pull the bow sloppily, even if she was throwing herself through the air!
The arrow almost whistled as it crossed the distance to her target, the boar squealing in fury as the shaft buried itself a handbreadth into its shoulder. It's head turned and locked unerringly on her as she landed in a sideways roll, the massive beast angrily charging towards her with thundering hooves. But Xincai felt the sudden tingle in her fingertips, suddenly knowing that her next shot would be straight and true. It didn't always happen after every strike, but when it did the same force that made sure she did not fire incorrectly did far more - it always corrected her to make the perfect shot. She whipped an arrow from her bottomless quiver and drew the bow in a heartbeat, going from nocking the arrow to firing in a single smooth motion.
The arrow buried itself halfway into the boar's eye and the charging beast suddenly went limp, its own momentum sending it tumbling to rest at her feet. The young heiress was left breathing heavily, adrenaline burning through her veins. Beneath it all was a wicked satisfaction, an excited grin curving her lips that would get her scolded if her father ever saw her. "Yes!" she squealed, pumping her fist. This wasn't just training or some secret realm, it was an adventure! She didn't even mind the wind against her bare thighs or the way her adorable kitty ears twitched - nobody would ever know that Sun Princess was Zheng Xincai, so what did it matter if she was immodest? She looked good.
"Away with you, demon!" Peng He bellowed, thrusting his staff forward. The energy inside him began to circulate with fierce abandon, emerging as a primordial force of destruction. The murderous voidsent screeched in pain as flames scorched its skin, wings flapping erratically. It lashed out with its claws at him, but he ducked under the attack pushed his staff forward like a lance. Fire roared out and bathed the creature in flames again, its colossal mouth keening in agony.
The small woman behind him was crouched down to protect herself, the diminutive Lalafell shielded by Peng He's larger bulk. But the fight had taxed her protector, his torso soaked in blood from where the creature had tried to take a chunk out of his shoulder with its massive, distended mouth. He was barely holding it off, and although the pain of his injury was little compared to what he would experience in a true battle the throbbing ache was nonetheless distracting, especially so when he was still grasping the fundamentals of thaumaturgy. The energy inside him, this "aether", was not simply a substitute for qi as he had thought. It had its own quirks which he was frantically adapting to in his effort to defeat this monster.
Peng He felt the barely-controlled spin of energy inside him begin to falter as the demon regrouped, and with an effort of will he wrenched its rotation in the opposite direction. His energies went from a roaring river to a barely-moving stream. It went against all his instincts - all he knew said that the stagnation of qi was death. But instead of weakness what flowed into him was the energy of the world, its life-giving strength filling his reserves swifter than he could expend them. Instead of fire his next attack was a bolt of ice, a hailstone the size of his head knocking the voidsent backwards. This was the cycle of thaumaturgy - to draw power from imbalance. To spend power with reckless abandon and strength, then recover it with tranquility. It was unlike anything he had ever felt, and yet already in his heart he knew that to do this with qi was not out of the question…
Lei Cai was in the middle of an argument with an aggravating merchant when the world began to go fuzzy at the edges. "This isn't over," he threatened the man, and reached up to tug the blindfold off. The world of Eorzea vanished like morning mist and he was back in the Immortal Computer Games shop, Zhou Da likewise removing his blindfold in the chair next to him. That had been an interesting experience, although not quite what he had intended.
"What an incredible experience!" Zhou Da explained, beaming. "I can't believe six hours are over already. I have never been to a desert before, nor felt its heat, but what a place! Any man could spend an age in such a paradise!"
Lei Cai slowly turned his head to stare at his friend. "But you often complain about summer days, Brother Da," he pointed out, feeling rather confused. "Surely the desert is a torment for you?"
Zhou Da faltered for a moment, then pursed his lips shut for a long moment. "Aha, it's…the beauty of culture, Brother Cai. The…ah…the architecture is remarkable."
Lei Cai narrowed his eyes. "What exactly have you been doing for the last six hours, if I may ask?"
"What have you been doing for the last six hours?" Zhou Da replied defensively. "Did you not say you would become a mighty warrior? Come, how are your adventures?"
Lei Cai continued to stare back at him, silently wondering what to say. Surely it would be an embarrassment to say that he was distracted, and had somehow spent most of his time learning from the blacksmiths? He had only seen a handsome looking sword and enquired what metal it was made from, and somehow the guildmaster had gone from explaining to making him hold the hammer and try using it…now he thought about it, he was left with the feeling that he had somehow been conned. It was interesting but hardly a worthy topic of study for him.
The silence was dragging on. "I was…investigating the culture of Limsa Lominsa," he said eventually. "To better learn how to grasp opportunities there." I cannot tell him I was distracted and ended up forging nails!
Zhou Da nodded sagely. "That is very wise, Brother Cai. While others recklessly charge ahead, our forethought will pave the way for us to surpass them." I cannot tell him I spent hours watching the cat-women dance! Those silks - I could see everything!
They both stared fixedly at each other for a long moment, then looked away. Other customers were stirring as well, excited conversations beginning all around them as friends described their experiences to each other, although so far none of them had teamed up to tackle their challenges together. But it was only a matter of time. Who knew what the rest of Eorzea had to offer?
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View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xOOFCltZuc
For all Final Fantasy 14's faults before it was re-released, this was a damn impressive ending.
Heroes out of myth and armies of an unprecedented alliance, they fought the end of the world and lost.
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MMO raid mechanics are really at odds with most Xianxia settings. These poor saps playing a full-immersion FF14 probably have less a dozen people playing FF14 at any one time.
Sure there is a pile of solo-able content but the game is very much built around the idea there will be what are dozens of Sects in the game world at a time.
Sure there is a pile of solo-able content but the game is very much built around the idea there will be what are dozens of Sects in the game world at a time.
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GamingandReading
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A critical hit? That's great and all, but how will that translate to the real(well, their real) world?
Actually a proc to enable a combo ability. It's only a minor increase to damage but it's clearly a "better" shot than the standard.
TimEd
Meteor maker
Now she knows what a 'perfect shot' feels like. If she practices enough she'd likely be able to adapt all the corrections into her irl archery skills.
a reword to remove the second shoulder should be considered. No need to repeat the word in the same sentence.
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Great chapter for a very promising story, looking forward to more.
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- Perth
Seriously, if they had set up the internet cafe in the demon world, it would have been really interesting.
But the author lost the plot and it descended more and more into the 'fight fight fight' mindset of typical xianxia stories.
Or exploring how the cultivators were bringing more of their experiences into the real world, showing their independence and that kind of thing. 'You're all masters' and running their own raid group on the giant demon turtle. Not relying wholly on the MC like most other stories. So much potential gone, I was seriously disinterested in MC's fights. But the side characters experiencing their own growth (that the MC refuses to do) was interesting in its own right.
It's disappointing, but it's not Game of Thrones bad. I still re-read it every few months because I enjoy the experience.
BTIC had this show up when there were hundreds of computers, that then turned into thousands spread across 2 cities. It might be a bit early, but it might also be the author driving for a shop expansion and providing justifiction for it in-story.
If we're going with forging, how much easier would be if you didn't need 1000 year old ingredients for everything mildly useful? It would be an enormous game changer, that's for sure. Especially with how many different crafting jobs that FFXIV has.
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- USA
Let's go!!! You had me hooked when you mentioned FFXIV!
I've been playing the game for about a year now, and seeing a fic similar to Black Tech make FFXIV one of their main games is amazing! Wait till they experience the Expansions!
Wouldn't mind if they stuck to FF14 for like 50 chapters
So many things a cultivator could learn from each class.
I've been playing the game for about a year now, and seeing a fic similar to Black Tech make FFXIV one of their main games is amazing! Wait till they experience the Expansions!
Wouldn't mind if they stuck to FF14 for like 50 chapters
So many things a cultivator could learn from each class.Let's go!!! You had me hooked when you mentioned FFXIV!
I've been playing the game for about a year now, and seeing a fic similar to Black Tech make FFXIV one of their main games is amazing! Wait till they experience the Expansions!
Wouldn't mind if they stuck to FF14 for like 50 chapters
So far I'm feeling a ping pong between gameplay->consequences with stuff like new abilities, breakthroughs, cultivators speculating about what they learned in games, etc.
GamingandReading
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Yeah, that's basically the premise of BTIC and it's clones.
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- USA
I do wonder if the story might influence them as well since it has some view points that would clash pretty hard with their own.