Love,Written In Ruins - Chapter 70: Stubborn Little Paloma

This book is also known as: “How Programmers Turn a Crappy Game into a Timeless Classic with a Single BUG”Recently, the president of Nitiandang, Gu Fan, once again fell from grace due to a minor bug in his new game.As a top-notch designer in the industry, all of the games designed by Gu Fan have very distinct characteristics:At first, players felt that these games were monotonous, dull, and purely revolting garbage.However, once players discovered a major bug, the gameplay underwent a drastic transformation, rendering them sleep-deprived and unable to quit!So, players once again launched a major debate over “whether this is actually a bug or a game mechanic.”In response to this, Gu Fan clarified in an interview with all seriousness:“Hello everyone, I'm the game designer Gu Fan, but you can also call me by my English name: fan·gu (means rebel).”“I want to reiterate firmly that these so-called 'core gameplays' were not part of our company's original design—they are bugs! It's just that we didn't fix them because the players liked them!”

Through a twist of fate and cruel misfortune, Paul awakens in the body of his own ancestor, trapped in a world marching toward war. Forced into the ranks of the Nazi elite, he must walk a razor’s edge, outwardly loyal, secretly reshaping history and trying to stop the inevitable tragedy.From the reality of war, to ruthless officers, glittering parties, every choice could mean death.Can Paul use this second life to reshape history, or will fate deal him a cruel hand once again?

Strong? Handsome? Savage? Badass?It's all about the intelligence quotient, my friend.————PS: Mutation shouldn't be mistaken for enlightenment.

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.