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What’s more, both of them found it eerie that they could actually understand it.

Exchanging glances, they confirmed that the other had understood as well.

Clutching their heads, they both let out a long sigh, lamenting that the game industry really is one that turns women into men.

Meanwhile, Fang Cheng observed all this but had absolutely no clue what was going on.

He just felt a chill down his spine, as if something was about to happen.

True to expectations, Huang Ping implemented the data that very afternoon.

Fang Cheng didn’t see any issues with these numbers, but he felt a strong sense of unease.

Asking Huang Ping to hold off on the updates, Fang Cheng went directly to his Botanic Garden to observe the current state of things.

In just one day of not seeing it, the place had changed dramatically.

Behind every player there was either a plant or an animal, with dogs and cats among them, which made the place quite lively.

What used to be a tranquil Botanic Garden seemed to have turned into a pet paradise overnight.

Luckily, these plants and animals did not need to eat or excrete; they thrived quite well with just sunlight and water and also looked pretty cute.

Even though he initially did not want players to go around with plants recklessly, after seeing it in action, he thought it was fine.

After all, even with millions of players wandering around and each collecting a plant, the garden still had hundreds of millions of plants.

And with pets that did not poop or pee, had a gentle nature, and were cost-effective, the surrounding scenery looked even more enchanting.

After observing Dustfire, Fang Cheng noticed that players were still immersed in the beauty of the Botanic Garden and Dustfire’s color hadn’t changed.

However, the feeling of unease persisted, so he asked Huang Ping to take care of the following updates while he descended into the Botanic Garden, concealed his presence, and started searching meticulously.

Before long, the crashed spaceship in the distance caught his attention, and the three squirrels lurking in the Botanic Garden also entered his view.

Now, the three little guys were living quite comfortably.

As the only three squirrels in the Botanic Garden, their daily meals were completely provided by humanoid figures who didn’t require them to forage themselves and brought them fine nuts.

If their back itched, people raced to brush their fur.

Their home floors were covered with wood shavings, and they had as many exercise wheels as they wanted, making Squirrel No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3 suspect that they had died and were now in heaven.

“I could lie here for a hundred years,” No. 1 said blissfully amidst the soft wood shavings.

Even the usually discontent No. 2 was lost in the pleasure of being groomed and said lazily, “Yeah, it’s really comfortable here.”

“How comfortable?”

“Like reaching the pinnacle.”

Suddenly, No. 2 felt himself being picked up by something.

Annoyed, he opened his eyes and said grumpily, “It’s time for high-lift in the afternoon, and did you make a reservation? Hmm…”

Seeing who had picked him up, No. 2 suddenly understood something.

The innate instincts of an animal emerged abruptly, filling him with an intense and overwhelming fear.

In comparison with the person in front of him, humanoids were insignificant, the Shadow Followers behind the black hole were just rubbish, and stellar life forms were as minute as cells; even the black hole life forms only dared to crawl at his feet, beseeching his favor.

This was an existence that transcended knowledge and science.

Following its instincts, No. 2 did what came naturally to it.

It began to play dead.