That's right, Head was a very clichéd time traveler, and the specific situation could be traced back to two days ago. At that time, Head was still a very peaceful ordinary member of the big family on earth.

"I failed, even my own life planning failed..." Head returned to the house he rented was depressed.

Head is a self-taught game designer (professed to be self-proclaimed). He has liked to think randomly and indulge in various miscellaneous studies since he was a child. After graduating from high school, he entered various training classes with dreams to learn game design, art, music, planning, and learn everything. He is full of ambitions to create domestic high-quality games and become a top game designer!

But although dreams are full, reality is always skinny.

On this day, he took his most proud work to the largest game company in China to recommend himself. He dreamed of being recognized by his keen eyes, and maybe he could enter that company to make his own game.

But the end result is...

"How do you set the elves as militants? Everyone knows that the so-called elves are the kind of weak and docile handsome men and beautiful women who love nature. How can you do this?" The company's game director asked with a disheveled look.

"It's like this. In my setting, the elves worship nature, but we also know that nature has never been peaceful. And the so-called nature is a typical survival of the fittest and natural choice. Nature is actually the most cruel law of the survival of the weak. The elves' philosophy is to let the brilliance of nature cover the entire earth, and the elves have extraordinary physiques and arcane talents, long life span and rich natural resources. It is normal for such a race to become strong and prosperous..."

"How is this possible? Since your world setting is a fantasy background, the elves should of course be kind and beautiful. This is an established traditional setting. In addition, why are there no orcs, dwarves, demons and other settings in this world? It's too monotonous, right?"

"No, I use another way to explain the concepts of orcs, dwarves, demons, etc., just a little later..."

"...You are so irritating, right? Not many people can accept such a setting, right?"

"But nowadays players are tired of the same settings. I think they should make breakthroughs in the world context setting and use innovative ideas to attract new generations of players..." Head tried hard to describe his ideas.

The game director refused to comment and continued to experience Head's works.

"The system is very complicated. There are twenty branches to choose from forks in one instruction. This is completely unnecessary. If you really do it, players will definitely lose the keyboard."

"Uh, I think this will make the development direction more widespread and bring players different fun to explore and develop..."

The other party shook his head: "I think it will only make people irritate. And you have designed so many props, monsters, and resources, which make people feel overwhelmed at first glance."

"In short, game design is not what you do. You must take the professional route, either planning, art, programs, or even music, but don't imagine yourself compiling all your affairs. You should think carefully about the future direction." Finally, the game director gave Head a good advice.

It turns out that I have gone the wrong way in the past few years, and I have basically done useless work after several years of hard work. How can this not make Head not depressed?

Sighing, Head silently turned on the backup on his computer and prepared to see what he made for the last time. Although this was still a rough semi-finished product plus failed work.

In order to prepare for today's self-recommendation, Head tried his best to conceive the entire game world background. The script and setting alone had no less than one million words of text. He carefully designed many distinctive main characters, accompanied by exquisite illustrations, and integrated many fantasy elements into the game world setting. He then tried his best to make various races and main and secondary characters appearing in the game, and tried his best to make his works go on a commercial route.

But now everything is in vain.

Head is a person who is quite emotional about what he likes. In his own opinion, designing a virtual world of games is like the legendary God-creating world. Now he has to destroy the world he created himself, including the endless life inside, although in ordinary people, these are just a bunch of virtual data.

Sometimes Head often wonders, is the fantasy world imagined by humans really just fantasy? Are those small and cute goblins, wild and powerful orcs, beautiful and arrogant elves, honest and stubborn dwarves, and the extremely magical world of swords and magic really just fictional imaginations?

Is it possible that there is actually such a fantastic parallel world in the mysterious vast universe?

Is it possible that the fantasy that we humans are an unknown way to project information from the real fantasy world into our minds, allowing humans to have these fantasy concepts?

At least, Head himself often sees creatures that only appear in fantasy in his dreams. They have strange appearances and abilities, their own lives and countries, different values, and their own joys, sorrows, and joys.

Like humans, they are high-level intelligent lives evolved over a long period of time, and live together in the world of swords and magic, and continue to develop along the unique historical and cultural trajectory. Everything is faintly between reality and fantasy.

Every time he dreams of these fragmented images, Head will always burst out with a lot of inspiration and then integrate these plump image concepts into the game world he imagines.

"Maybe this is just a fantasy of reading too many novels and playing too many games." Head smiled self-deprecatingly and sighed slightly.

"A world has been destroyed...", Head moved all the related folders of this plan in the mouse circle, silently clicked the Complete Delete key on the screen, and watched the deletion progress bar flashing quickly.

Suddenly, a white light flashed on the computer screen.

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"Calm down, be sure to calm down, hide first, and wait for everything to end." Head, who had recovered his consciousness, immediately discovered many abnormalities.

In the wasteland with sparse plants and trees, there were nearly a hundred corpses lying beside them, and two teams of people were fighting about two or three hundred meters away.

Head felt that he might be a person born with a cold-blooded person. How could he say that, I remember a year ago, when he accidentally ran into a car accident scene with a friend, and saw the flesh and blood flying scene. The burly and strong friend next to him, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, vomited it out on the spot. He didn't eat for three days, but Head himself had no feeling at all. He still ate as usual and slept well.

The same is true now. Head lowered his body and was lying among the pile of corpses. While paying attention to the people fighting nearby, he looked at the strange "dead people" around him. Although he must be very scared, he just felt a little uncomfortable with this bloody scene.

"This dead person should be an orc, with a tiger tail exposed on his butt...that should be a tiger orc, but this orc actually has two pairs of ears, and there is also a pair of ears similar to human ears under the tiger ear, and the hair is not too thick..."

"These are probably elves, but these elves have not long ears. Most of the others are humans and they look like they are refugees..."

The nearby corpses are obviously not a fantasy blockbuster filming scene. This Head is sure that makeup props cannot be so real.

Just now, Head had confirmed through a very simple method that he must have been reborn because he woke up and found that he had changed a little, his hands and feet became shorter and thinner. The slight beer belly that he had originally been lazy to exercise and irregular diet disappeared.

So he picked up half-cut blade on the ground, and saw his current appearance through the shiny blade face as a mirror, and found that he had become what he used to be when he was a teenager, a slightly thin thirteen or fourteen-year-old black-haired boy.

While paying attention to the melee guys two or three hundred meters away, Head slowly moved his body, pulled over a poor man who had turned his head, and slowly stripped off the very simple clothes that seemed to be woven in rough material.

That's right, Head is changing clothes. He has now confirmed that he has traveled to a different world. Fortunately, he only wore shorts at home because of the hot weather. So as long as he changed into the clothes of the natives here, he would not leave any suspected flawed items.

Apart from clothes, Head looked around and couldn't find anything useful anymore. These dead refugee-like humans and half-elves were all ragged and pale-faced, with no wooden stick around, let alone any wealth and weapons.

There was a soldier in the nearby tiger orc wearing heavy armor, but just now, Hade tried to draw the big sword that the orc fell on the side, and he couldn't pick it up at all, let alone considering the thick armor on his body or the huge shield with a broken corner next to him...

"One side is a multi-race coalition... and the other side is an elves? But the ears of these elves seem to be much longer than those dead on the ground..." Haid felt a little surprised. His eyesight seemed to have improved. You should know that he had a slight myopia, but now he can see the length of ears exposed by the elves from his helmet at such a distance.

The number of elves is relatively small. Head counts only eighty. Half of them ride tall and agile unicorn animals, wearing exquisite light armor woven by rattan, and ten holding staffs. From time to time, they are seen emitting various blue-green auxiliary or attack-type spells, and the other thirty are archers holding bows and arrows. These ranged attackers are wandering around the periphery and casting spells or constantly interspersing cold arrows.

The other half was riding a beast mount that was more than six meters long and looked like a saber-toothed tiger. Each of them was carrying a semicircular bone scimitar of more than one meter and five in length. The blade body, which was obviously not made of metal, flashed with a cold and cold light. The vine armor on these elves knights was even thicker and covered with strange leaf-like armor pieces. These dark blue leaf-like armor pieces were not pure plants, and they looked extremely tough and emitted a strange blue-green gleam.

These elves cavalry are extremely fast and have very strong impact. With the help of various auxiliary spells imposed by the elves holding staff in the rear, the elves, who were slightly at a disadvantage, suppressed nearly 100 multiracial coalition forces.
Chapter completed!