To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Lin Nan and the others had to work, so during working days, Pingping took charge of all matters of Cat Star, assisting the Food Lord in creating extraordinary food and then selling it as goods.

As an UP host focused on lifestyle, she quite liked this job.

“Space Navigator” itself was attractive, and while some people enjoyed watching frontline pilots battle the Shadows in their spaceships, others took pleasure in watching logistic players leisurely farm and support their families on rear planets.

The climate of Cat Star had improved, the power of the reality interveners was stronger than expected, the surface temperature had been lowered to an appropriate level, and methods for adjusting the rainwater had been completed under the Food Lord’s arrangement.

The planet had been purchased, a large amount of agricultural machinery had been delivered here, and vast fields had been cultivated, filling the place with a natural vibe.

Thanks to genetic breeding, the apples here were bright red and juicy, the rice was robust and resistant to lodging, and the per unit area yield of rice was seven times that of reality; and because of the presence of agricultural robots, the work was very easy.

And it wasn’t just her, there were other players here too.

After learning that Pingping and the others had bought the planet, a large number of players came here, under Mukuai’s advice, to assist in the agricultural production here and establish a food supply chain, thereby gaining vast resources.

Some hardcore players even turned this place into a farming simulator, enjoying their daily farming, and saying it felt just like “Plant Grass” from the old days.

With reality interveners present, the rice here could mature in seven days, and the golden grains were husked into white rice by machines, after which the rice could further be processed into various delicious snacks, making the people of Cat Star happy as well.

Sitting on the eaves of a newly constructed house, Pingping watched the cats she had hired begin to rest.

Having just sat down, the Food Lord who was sleeping under the eaves instinctively snuggled up to her, wrapped around Pingping, curled up, and the lazy movement made Pingping yawn too, thinking of sleeping alongside the Food Lord.

The rice had been harvested, the machines began to tidy up the paddy fields, and even through the screen, one could smell the fresh scent of earth; everything seemed peaceful and beautiful.

In the distance, a large black cat was working in the orchard, picking plump and juicy apples one by one, tasting them and showing a satisfied smile.

The kittens played hide and seek, the mother cats lazily watched over them, and a sturdy Maine Coon ambled over, rubbing against the Food Lord, then covered it with a blanket.

Life without a Sect was so carefree and beautiful.

The atmosphere made Pingping feel sleepy as well.

She closed her eyes intending to nap for a while when suddenly she heard the sound of a spaceship’s warp jump.

Opening her eyes, she saw the Sect’s spaceships reappear, hovering above the planet.

The Food Lord also woke up.

It looked up at the spaceships overhead and asked in surprise, “The Food Lord’s Sect? What are those rat mothers’ followers doing here?”

Then, looking back at Pingping, it said, “I’m sorry, I’m not talking about you. I definitely have no prejudice against squirrels; it’s just that I can’t understand what these Sect people are up to.”

Pingping watched the Food Lord with resignation: “Have you forgotten that you are a reality intervener, and also a reincarnation of the Gods?”

“…Oh, I forgot! Are they here for me? Well, they’ve come to the right place then, I’ll definitely give them a good scolding!”

However, the Food Lord was mistaken.

It seemed that the Sect’s spaceships had forgotten the thrashing they had received from the players before, announcing through a broadcast that could be heard across the entire planet, “Everyone, the Heavenly Tao network needs your support, please cease your current work and begin to pray devoutly.”

The Food Lord: “…Meow? Why? Aren’t we supposed to be farming?”

Pingping looked at the Food Lord, and then realized that this God had been well reformed.

It had been conditioned to think it couldn’t live without farming, now spending its days working on the farm and then eating, polishing off three bowls of fried rice in one meal, having grown much rounder.

“Labor transforms the world,” “Even Gods must labor,” “Labor creates happiness”—these were the phrases it said every day, and followed through with earnest, working happily every day.

Noticing that the spacehips above were still repeating their message, the Food Lord walked dissatisfied into the room, turned on the broadcast in the room, and demanded, “It’s the busy farming period, keep it down! And with only six million cat mouths here, any nearby planet has billions of cat mouths, why must we pray.”

“They have more important tasks.”

“Like what? Licking your fur for you?”

As if expecting resistance from the cats here, a member of the Sect continued, “This is the Main God’s order. Refusal is possible, please provide plenty of food as payment. If you refuse to comply, we will resort to force.”

Thus it was clear, that all previous rhetoric was a preamble for the upcoming plunder.

Realizing that the opposition was prepared to loot openly, players who were farming put down their tools, shook the mud off their paws, and along with their Mukuais, approached the spaceships.

Before long, a large fleet of spaceships took to the skies, and the Sect’s ships, caught off-guard, were captured by force fields and dragged down to the ground.