Otherworldly Architect

The outcome of the out-of-court settlement is self-evident.

When he walked out of the court, Ming Yan smiled and sent a New Year's bonus to the programmer comrade.

Behind him, Li Sheng, with a pale face, stumbled out.

When the two met at the door of the court, Li Sheng's gaze was no longer the contempt he had seen a few days ago, but full of jealousy and fear.

Mingyan smiled and said to him, "Have a good year."

- Have a good year?

Li Sheng's face instantly flushed with anger, but he soon became depressed due to incompetence.

"The cruise ship won't let you go easily," Li Sheng said.

A vicious dog whose spine is broken by someone often has only the last resort - barking.

Ming Yan said: "For means outside the law, there are naturally legal punishments; for means within the law, you can try whatever you want, that's all."

Li Sheng seemed to be punching cotton, full of powerlessness.

There have been many people who have been targeted by cruise capital over the years, but no one has ever been as calm as Ming Yan.

Li Sheng couldn't imagine what this young man was thinking. He said, "Don't you know the power of money? They don't have to cooperate with you! You are just a gamer, but they are playing capital!"

Said clearly: "I know."

Li Sheng added: "With one or two best-selling games, you can't go very far. But as long as they have money, they can carry out this model forever! Do you know that "Minecraft" has appeared a lot imitators, these are all on the cruise ship's consideration list!"

As soon as the words came out, he suddenly regretted it.

He was so eager to see Ming Yan lose his temper, and even said something he shouldn't have said.

But Mingyan smiled again and said, "It's inevitable, I know it."

The law can only guarantee that a game will not be copied on a large scale, but it cannot prevent others from making new games with the same idea.

After "Minecraft", similar survival and construction games emerged one after another, but none of them can be said to be plagiarism.

Is it that after the birth of the first time-travel novel, everyone can no longer write time-travel?

This is impossible.

Imitation is bound to happen.

The real definition of plagiarism, for literary works, is to adapt "a series of original plot content", and then recognize it as one's own originality, or directly copy and paste a paragraph of the original text without citing;

For music, it is about 15% of the melodic fragments completely overlapping;

For games, it is to copy a system or a professional design in a large area, or directly steal other people's materials.

A simple meme, a creative reuse, unless there is definite evidence of active plagiarism, it is generally not considered plagiarism.

Because there are so many people in the world, as long as someone can think of an idea, it is almost certain that another person can think of it.

There have also been many instances of the same thing being invented at the same time in the scientific world.

Also, is the necessity of the original idea for the game really that high?

People who don't understand game design can easily mistakenly think that making games is just a slap in the head - "Oh, I'm going to do a hundred people battle royale".

Then there is a phenomenon-level game that is popular all over the world?

No, it's not like that.

The reason why an idea can become popular is that it itself accounts for 1% of the elements, and the remaining 99% is the contribution and cooperation of all members of the production team.

The 1% is of course critical, but the remaining 99% determines whether it works.

Just like a card-drawing game from Blue Star back in the day, its idea came from another mobile game. It has long been popular in another country, and there have been countless imitators.

Yet most people haven't even heard of these imitators.

Because a game can be successful, its core idea is only one of the necessary but not sufficient conditions, but it can never be said to be the whole.

It's not that the creativity helped the production team, it should be said that the production team made the theme popular.

For example, the first book about time travel became popular, and time travel is indeed its core slogan.

But will all the future books about time travel become popular?

If it doesn't exist, it still depends on the strength of the creator itself.

The author who was the first to think of this idea is amazing. He started from scratch and picked up a hot new theme with his own hands.

Ming Yan said: "They can develop this category more perfect in the future, which is very good."

Li Sheng's lips trembled slightly, he looked at Ming Yan and was speechless.

He actually saw the demeanor of a king from this young man!

When he said this clearly, he did not put himself in the perspective of equality at all. He was overlooking the entire game industry——

With a condescending attitude, he was looking at his successors as they stumbled to learn their own path.

- But why? Who does he think he is?

- Is it a god?

...

After this event is over, it's finally the New Year's holiday.

This is a unique custom in the Sixth Star Province, and the entire Chaoyang Alliance will only have a long holiday here.

Because of interstellar immigration and other factors, not everyone will celebrate the festival.

However, Ming Yan is from Blue Star, and there are very similar customs there.

Now that Blue Star has been ignoring heat and cold, it has long since known which day the Chinese New Year is, so Ming Yan treats the New Year's Day here as a festival in his hometown.

In the previous New Year's Day, he was at his adoptive parents' house and ate casually.

This is the first holiday alone, and he spends the New Year alone in a bachelor apartment.

Ming Yan made dumplings by himself and handed them over to the intelligent robot for cooking.

It was warm inside, and the glass was misty.

Mingyan wiped the glass, and suddenly noticed a black sports car parked downstairs.

At this moment, he suddenly felt something in his heart and gave birth to an inexplicable impulse——

Ming Yan wiped his hands, walked to the door and opened the door.

Outside the door, the well-dressed Xia Cheng straightened his collar with a smile on his face, and was about to raise his hand to ring the doorbell.

Unexpectedly, Ming Yan happened to open the door.

Xia Cheng blinked twice, his hand stopped in mid-air.

The two looked at each other for a second, then suddenly both laughed.

"Have you seen me?" Xia Cheng asked.

Ming Yan smiled and said, "I suddenly stopped a sports car in this broken place. Who else is there? I guess you are here."

"Come to eat." Xia Cheng put his head in, cheeky, "It's really fragrant!"

Mingyan took Xia Cheng in quickly and said, "The dumplings are still cooking, you have to wait a while."

He saw that Xia Cheng was carrying a very large box in his hand.

Before he could ask, Xia Cheng said, "I brought you a cake, let's celebrate the festival together."

It was a strawberry cream cake, not too big, but it also came with candles.

Look at this year, the combination of Chinese and Western.

Xia Cheng said with embarrassment: "I don't know how you celebrate the festival. I went shopping all the way, and finally bought a cake."

Clearly not happy.

Because there was suddenly more Xia Cheng, it was stated that the dumplings that were placed before were not enough.

He rolled up his sleeves and prepared to go to the kitchen to see what ingredients were left.

Xia Cheng came in behind him, looking around with bright eyes: "It's so fragrant, so fragrant, what are you doing?"

Ming Yan smiled and said, "Dumplings. You came suddenly. I don't have anything else here, but I made too many fillings. You sit outside for a while, and I'll pack a few more."

Ming Yan rolled up his sleeves, put on gloves for dough kneading, and prepared to make another dumpling wrapper.

Xia Cheng's eyes were round, staring at him for a long time, and suddenly he said: "Good wife and good mother!"

"Who are you talking about! If you don't know how to use idioms, don't use them!" Ming Yan laughed dumbly, stretched out his hand and pinched Xia Cheng's nose.

Two white marks appeared on the tip of the man's nose.

Xia Cheng touched his nose and said excitedly, "Come here, I also want to learn, how to do this?"

Master Xia put on gloves and helped Mingyan and Dough.

He was very strong. When kneading, the exposed arms were all smooth muscle lines, and he beat the dough firmly in a few strokes.

Ming Yan put meat stuffing next to him, and said with a smile: "Good wife and good mother, this can already be married."

"Who are you talking about!"

Xia Cheng took advantage of his inattention, suddenly hugged him from behind, and then gestured with both hands——

Two white marks appeared on Ming Yan's casual sweater.

He looked down, a little like a careful heart.

Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, nor to get angry, I had to dislike it and said, "Rolling the noodles! Make the noodles!"

Xia Cheng's strength was still too great, and he was able to break a small hole in the dough by rolling the dough.

Ming Yan had to dip a little water to make up for him.

This is a delicate job, Xia Cheng can only crouch by the counter and wave the flag for him, his eyes are shining, he is about to put up a lion's tail behind his back and wag it.

In the end, the dumpling skin was so thin that it was almost impossible to hold it.

Ming Yan put it into the pot fearfully.

Fortunately, the white noodles in the interstellar era were fine and thin, and the thin skin barely covered them. All of them looked like pregnant women who were three years pregnant, lying in two bowls with a sad face.

Xia Cheng distributed a dozen dumplings, and happily took out his mobile phone to take a picture: "My craft is very good."

Ming Yan said with a smile: "Hurry up! Don't wait for it to disperse!"

He took a bite out of his bowl, and just after taking the first bite, he suddenly frowned.

Eat a toffee filling from it? !

Ming Yan widened his eyes and looked at Xia Cheng.

Xia Cheng wagged his tail and said, "I've heard it for a long time that dumplings can be either salty or sweet. I found that today's fillings are all salty, so I secretly put a few pieces of toffee in it - why? Like, are you surprised? Isn't it delicious?"

His face was full of expressions of compliment.

Ming Yan didn't say a word, stirred twice in the bowl, and picked out two dumplings with strange shapes and colors.

He raised it in front of Xia Cheng.

Xia Cheng's face flushed, he hurriedly stretched out his head and took a bite.

Ming Yan said in a friendly manner: "How about it? Are you surprised? Are you surprised? Are you stabbed?"

Xia Cheng: "..."

Two seconds later, Xia Cheng swallowed the dumplings and bowed his head aggrievedly: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I won't dare next time."

Ming Yan stared at his golden curly hair.

There was a curl in the middle of the vortex, and he really wanted to rub it...

After eating, Ming Yan took off his coat and hung it on the shelf.

Looking at it this way, the two white marks on the chest really look like a careful one.

Ming Yan watched for two seconds.

Xia Cheng suddenly said, "Happy Chinese New Year's Day!"

The train of thought was interrupted, and he turned his head and said, "Happy Chinese New Year."

There is also a steaming bowl of dumplings in the kitchen.

Ming Yan picked it up and put it on the windowsill.

There is also a custom-made Blue Star model in front of it. The ocean and land are clearly drawn, and it is the data from the Blue Star Research Institute.

Ming Yan put the dumplings in front of Blue Star, closed his eyes, and said in his heart, "Happy New Year, my dear hometown."

Xia Cheng looked at him quietly, and suddenly put his hands together.

Mingyan opened his eyes, only to see Xia Cheng's pious look, he immediately smiled and said, "What are you thinking?"

Xia Cheng said, "Aren't you making a wish with your eyes closed?"

Mingyan shook his head and said, "No. Did you make a wish just now?"

"Yes, I made a wish on this beautiful planet." Xia Cheng said, "I hope I can catch up with my sweetheart in the new year."

Ming Yan was a little surprised and teased him: "Does Master Xia have anyone he can't catch? I thought you had a nirvana."

Xia Cheng looked down at him, a little nervous, the small dimple on his left face looming: "What trick?"

Ming Yan said: "If you say 'I am the eldest son of the Xia family', you are guaranteed to have a 100% success rate in picking up a conversation."

Back then, on Blue Star, a certain national husband had such a joke.

Isn't he picking up girls, just say "I'm the king tearing onions" and that's it!

Xia Cheng licked his lips, opened his mouth to say something, and then swallowed it back.

"When I was in front of him, my courage became very small." Xia Cheng said, "If he thinks I'm bullying others... it's over."

Ming Yan patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, and said, "One thing is another thing. Brother, I can only support and encourage you spiritually."

Xia Cheng nodded, glanced at him, and inexplicably became very happy, and said, "Okay, then I'm relieved."

...

After the new year, the first thing Ming Yan did was to visit the Blue Star Research Institute.

In the past year, a research institute with sufficient funds has once again explored a continent on Blue Star and left a mechanical base on it.

After continuous exploration and recovery, they once again found dozens of the remains of the Blue Stars.

After Mingyan learned the news, he also paid close attention to the next progress.

However, the result was unsatisfactory: these remains were all confirmed to be brain dead and could not be recovered.

In addition to the Blue Star people, the Institute has found two more genes from Blue Star.

One is a lake fish with tenacious vitality, and the other is a mutated daisy, both of which have entered the stage of biological cultivation.

Mingyan bought two models of life and placed them on the head of his bed, occasionally recalling the difficult years he spent on Blue Star.

The daisy was the only beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life, like a clean and delicate umbrella.

But it survived, just like Ming Yan.

Mingyan sometimes sits on the bedside and watches them in a daze, and sometimes gets out of bed and turns on his desk lamp.

Taking advantage of this short vacation, he opened a new document.

Facing a blank space, he imagined a picture:

The sky collapsed, the ground swelled, the stars condensed into ice in the eternal night, and a shriveled corpse curled into a ball, protecting the book in his arms.

- That's a book of Tagore's Poems.

Ming Yan has seen this scene with his own eyes.

It has to be the first poster of a new game.

This new game, Ming Yan decided to call it "Blue Star Doom: The Last of Us".

The creative impulse is like a flame, making his veins swell and his fingers warm.

A vivid picture scroll is displayed in his mind, and every inch of vivid performance once brought great shock.

He knew he had this obligation...

No, he has this mission.

Bluestar is already a dead giant whale floating in the universe, and its life has ended.

But its soul still continues in Ming Yan's body.

He has to replace it and send out the cry of ants to the unfair fate of the universe!

This impulse drove Ming Yan to sit for a day or two.

During the 40 hours of creation, he mechanically moved his arms like a puppet of inspiration and thought.

A steady stream of images poured into the tip of his pen, turning into blurred but vivid faces.

Many scenes he had been to, seen, and heard about appeared in front of his eyes as if the world had opened up.

Blue Star has too many stories buried and too many heroic souls forgotten.

Ming Yan finally fell asleep in extreme exhaustion.

It seems that what he wants to do is not a game, but a documentary, faithfully conveying the last words of Blue Star.

It is the pioneering work of interactive cinematic games!

People in the interstellar era have never seen a game type as unique as this, but it clearly has to be done.

Because if the creation itself can not express the heart, then the art will be meaningless!

...

The first working day after the year.

Ming Yan had a little cold and came to his office wearing a full set of thermal clothes.

After greeting everyone along the way, he put a stack of thick documents on his desk.

Two plans.

One is the "Minecraft" module plan, and the other is the "Blue Star Doomsday" project plan.

There were about 80 regular employees working in the studio at this time.

Ming Yan personally brought about ten designers.

With a major version update of "League of Legends" a few years ago, the tasks at hand are almost over.

It is enough to leave a few non-main research and development personnel, continue to operate and maintain existing games, and make regular updates to League of Legends.

Mingyan convened all the designers, as well as the heads of the art team, sound effect team, programming team, testing team, and marketing team. A total of twenty people held a meeting.

"Next, our studio has two goals. The first is the "Minecraft" mod plan. Here, I have to introduce the concept of a mod."

Mingyan turned on the 3D projection and introduced it to everyone.

"MOD is modification, which means additional modifications to the game itself, also known as mods. It can make comprehensive changes to Minecraft, including maps, characters, props, enemies, and even game modes!"

"My plans for Minecraft mods are divided into three parts. The first phase is 'Forerunner', we will make two flagship mods as demonstration programs, which will be free for all players. The second The first stage is 'successor', we pay to encourage players to make their own mods and share them with all players for free on our community. The third and final stage, 'explorers', players spontaneously form an ecosystem, including Upstream modders, downstream modders and traffic spreaders—”

"At this stage, "Minecraft" will have an infinite number of mod routes from technology to magic, including an infinite number of modules, each of which allows an infinite number of versions. This allows players to participate in the game's Every process—from the producers of the mods, to the consumers of the mods! And we are the disassemblers who manage the game itself and the mod version—”

"This entire closed loop is the 'Minecraft ecosystem'."

Next, the participants asked questions one by one, and Mingyan gave clear and clear answers.

He put his hands on the table and said seriously: "This is not just the ecosystem of Minecraft, but also the definition of 'open games' in a broad sense in the future! Everyone, we are making history."

There was instant applause in the room, and everyone was amazed by the new "ecosystem".

Ming Yan said: "In the next two months, I will participate in the production of the first phase of the period module. The flagship modules currently arranged are these two."

On the 3D projection, two squares are clicked.

The pictures displayed from it jump out of the two names of "medieval technology" and "era of the end of the law".

"The former will be the first technology module. We allow players to start from the simplest steam machine and climb up the technology along the trajectory of history. Enter electronic technology, information technology, quantum and biotechnology in turn...every productivity Improvements provide them with new machines, materials and tools. It is equivalent to implanting a 'tech tree' system, which is prepared for players with the farming tag."

"As for the latter's 'era of lawlessness' mod, we will position it as an adventure label. We will allow players to level up by gaining experience and strengthen their individual abilities; by exploring the world to gain new magical abilities; by constantly practicing magic to get experience, and then be able to create, fuse magic, and gain new magical abilities. This mod will add difficulty to combat, as we will make a batch of special monsters from low to high level, and more magical terrain - these will be It will bring more challenges to players.”

Having said that, Ming Yan smiled a little happily.

"Of course, I'm not saying I want players to suffer, I just have high expectations for our players."

Everyone: "..."

- Don't pretend to be the boss! We all know you just want to see players suffer! ! !

Mingyan pressed the projection again, and said solemnly: "Module is equivalent to an optional, hot-swappable game update. When players want to play, they install it and play; if they don't want to play, unplug it. You can experience the original game. Mods are likely to interact with each other, create a butterfly effect, and even make huge changes that we didn’t even expect.”

"So these two months are not only to manufacture flagship modules, but also to build the initial production framework. This is a particularly critical first step, which requires close cooperation from all departments, and I will also participate in the whole process."

Just over an hour.

Finally finished speaking the clear words of the "Minecraft" module plan, sat down and took a sip of water.

He looked at the second plan, the title was "Project Code: Last", in fact, the game was tentatively named "Blue Star Doom: The Last of Us".

He pondered for a while, but called out the names of several people.

Then he said clearly: "Two months later, except for the classmates I just named, the rest will temporarily enter another project with me, codenamed 'last'. We may conduct closed development in the early stage, and then verify If you feel that the ALPHA model is not suitable, you can withdraw now."

He looked, and no one opted out.

Almost everyone who stayed in the Bluestar Studios was an admirer of Mingyan's personality.

They all look forward to Ming Yan being able to create two god-level IP games by themselves, and they are still completely different styles.

Throughout Ming Yan's debut until now, every time he acts like a fan, all employees and players can strongly feel their unique personal style.

Everyone present has been looking forward to Mingyan's new game!

They believe that Mingyan can create new classics, allowing them to see landscapes they have never seen before.

And Ming Yan nodded and said in a flat but firm tone: "Okay, I will prepare the necessary resources within these two months. The 'last' project is officially established today."

Applause broke out again in the conference room.

Soon, several people left the stage one after another.

The remaining group leaders were flipping through the planning book of the new project, squeaking from time to time.

Go out and pour water.

Varian followed, watching him the whole time.

Ming Yan didn't lift his head and smiled, "Lao Wa, what's the matter? You can tell me directly."

Varian hesitated and said, "Boss, I feel like you're a little different today."

"Have you become handsome again?" Ming Yan said.

"No, I feel .

"Happy Chinese New Year." Ming Yan looked at him and smiled, "Vientiane is updated, it's time for us to look to the farther horizon."