You said you were going to make games, how did you become the richest man without doing anything?

Chapter 496 Tang Ping: How did I end up having to sell my house just for playing a game?
The property certificate only shows the house information:

Two years ago, I used my savings and my parents' support to buy a 48-square-meter house in this city for 93 yuan.

The urban area of ​​Xijiang Province.

Tang Ping looked at the property deed in his hand and consoled himself:

"I'm using this property certificate as collateral. It's an investment! When I become the city lord, I'll just buy a big villa and don't need any of this anymore."

So Tang Ping took the property title to the pawnshop.

This was the fourth time the pawnshop staff had seen Tang Ping. When they saw that he was going to mortgage his house, they were stunned.

So, Tang Ping continued to argue with the pawnshop staff with reluctance, and finally sold the house for 40 yuan.

Tang Ping pushed open the door of the pawnshop, and a familiar bell rang. Manager Wang behind the counter looked up, a look of surprise on his face.

"Mr. Tang, you are here again? What do you want to pawn this time?" Manager Wang suppressed his discomfort and gave a professional smile.

Tang Ping took a deep breath and placed the property certificate on the counter. "I want to mortgage my house."

Manager Wang's smile froze instantly. He looked at Tang Ping in disbelief, as if to confirm whether he had heard correctly. "What did you say? Mortgage the house?"

Tang Ping nodded, a hint of uneasiness and hesitation in his eyes, but soon replaced by determination. "Yes, I need a large sum of money."

Manager Wang picked up the property deed and examined it carefully. "Mr. Tang, this is your house. It's 93 square meters, purchased in full. Are you sure you want to mortgage it?"

Tang Ping's hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. He recalled the time he and his parents had been looking at houses two years ago, how excited and eager they had been. But now, he was having to mortgage his house.

"I'm sure of it." Tang Ping's voice trembled, but his eyes were firm. "This is an investment. I have a better plan."

Manager Wang frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Mr. Tang, we have met several times. Are you sure you don't need to reconsider the watch and gold chain you pawned, as well as the car you pawned last week?"

Tang Ping felt a surge of irritation, but he tried to suppress it. "Manager Wang, I know what I'm doing. This investment will definitely be successful. I'll be able to redeem everything soon, and even buy something better."

Manager Wang sighed and began to explain the mortgage process and risks. Tang Ping listened absentmindedly, his mind flashing back to scenes from the game—he was about to become the lord of the Imperial City, enjoying the glory of being admired by everyone.

"Based on the market value of your house and our assessment, we can give you a maximum of 40." Manager Wang's voice brought Tang Ping back to reality.

"Only 40?" Tang Ping frowned, "But I spent 48 when I bought it."

Manager Wang patiently explained: "Mr. Tang, this is the quotation after taking various factors into consideration. And you should know that if you cannot redeem it on time, this house will be..."

Manager Wang didn't finish his words, but Tang Ping understood what he meant. For a moment, he could see himself living on the streets. Fear surged over him like a tide, threatening to consume him.

Tang Ping closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. He remembered what Zha Zha Hui had said in his dream, and the shining position of the Imperial City Lord in the game. "No, I will not fail. These 40 are the key to my success."

"Okay, I accept this price." Tang Ping opened his eyes and said firmly.

Manager Wang hesitated for a moment, finally sighing and beginning to prepare the documents. Tang Ping's hands trembled slightly as he signed, but he still completed each stroke of his signature.

Tang Ping left the pawnshop with an extra 40 yuan in his pocket, but a feeling of emptiness inside. He glanced back at his property ownership certificate and recalled the warmth of his home. For a moment, he almost turned around and rushed back to cancel the deal.

But the voice in the game rang in my ears again: "Go and create a guild, then become the lord of the imperial city and reach the pinnacle of life!"

Tang Ping gritted his teeth and quickened his pace toward home. He kept telling himself, "This is only temporary. Soon, I'll have a bigger and better house. I'm going to succeed."

However, when he stood in front of the home he was about to lose, Tang Ping couldn't help but tear up. He gently touched the door handle, as if bidding a final farewell to this home that was once full of hope.

……

Tang Ping: "We must earn it back. Go all out! Max out the gold coins and equipment protection coupons!"

This time, I spent another 12 yuan.

Tang Ping: "There's only 28 left. Damn, I'm almost out of money."

Afterwards, Tang Ping continued to strengthen his equipment, and finally brought the total combat power to 1 million.

At this time, the money from selling the house in his account was about to run out.

Sanren sighed, "Oh, if this continues, I'll end up on the streets before I even become the city lord. We can't delay any longer, we have to start attacking the city!"

Game Tips: "To obtain the siege item [Proof of King], you need to defeat all the VIP leaders, personal leaders, and wild leaders in the server."

Tang Ping stretched and said, "Let me collect the remaining props first."

After a round of recovery, Tang Ping's remaining deposit directly reached 80!
Tang Ping's fiery eyes gradually became excited:

"Damn, isn't this invincible?"

Afterwards, Tang Ping invested all his remaining cultivation resources in his cultivation rank, directly raising his own cultivation rank to the level of "God of Destruction", "God of Creation", and finally reaching the level of "Emperor of the Universe".

Now, Tang Ping’s other training projects are complete, and only the soul is left.

But in order to draw all the souls, a large amount of money is needed, and Tang Ping’s money from selling the house is almost used up.

At this time, the safe in the house was almost emptied, and Tang Ping had no choice but to wander around the streets outside.

Tang Ping wandered aimlessly through the streets, the game scenes replaying in his mind. His eyes were hollow, as if his soul had been drained away, leaving only a corpse-like shell.

Suddenly, a painful groan interrupted his thoughts. Tang Ping looked up and saw an elderly man with white hair and a hunched back, slumped on the sidewalk. His face was covered in wrinkles, and his eyes were filled with pain and helplessness. With trembling hands, he tried to support himself, but each attempt failed, accompanied by a heartbreaking groan.

"Help. Can anyone help me?" The old man's weak voice echoed in the street, but did not attract anyone's attention.

Pedestrians hurried by, some looking down at their phones, some ignoring the noise with headphones, and some simply taking a detour, fearing trouble. One businessman in a suit even stepped right past the elderly man without so much as a glance.

This cold scene left Tang Ping stunned. He felt a pang of heartache, as if he saw his own possible future situation. Without thinking too much, he quickly walked towards the old man.

"Don't worry, uncle. I'll help you." Tang Ping squatted down and carefully helped the old man up. At the same time, he took out his cell phone and dialed 120.

The ambulance arrived quickly, and Tang Ping accompanied the old man to the hospital. In the ward, Tang Ping asked with concern: "Uncle, are you okay?"

The old man smiled with satisfaction and said, "Thank you, young man. There are not many young people nowadays who are as enthusiastic as you."

Tang Ping scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "This is what I should do. If you have nothing else, I will leave first."

Just as he turned to leave, the old man suddenly said, "Wait a minute, I see you look worried, tell me if I can help you."

Tang Ping was stunned, and a glimmer of hope suddenly rose in his heart. Could it be that he had met the legendary wealthy old man with too much pension to spend? He suppressed his inner excitement and said calmly, "I am just a little short of money."

The old man smiled kindly and said, "It's a small matter."

Tang Ping's heartbeat quickened, and he couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa, are you the president of a listed company?"

The old man smiled even more happily: "Thank you, young man. I will help you get a promotion and a raise, marry a beautiful and wealthy woman, and reach the pinnacle of your life. To show my gratitude, I will give you a gift. Give me your phone."

Tang Ping excitedly handed the phone to the old man, already imagining the wonderful life that was about to come. However, when he took the phone back and saw the message on the screen, he was struck by lightning.

There was an extra 15 yuan in the account, but it was a loan from an online lending platform!

"This is your credit limit on the online loan platform." The old man said with a smile.

Tang Ping's expression froze instantly, his eyes wide as bells, his mouth forming a perfect O. His brain seemed to freeze for a few seconds, then suddenly snapped back to reality, his face changing faster than a Sichuan opera face-changing: shock, confusion, helplessness, and a dilemma between laughter and tears.

"So you're not giving me money, you're helping me with a loan. Thank you so much, uncle!" Tang Ping's voice was filled with bitter irony, and his eyes were even a little moist. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and could only stand there stiffly, like a funny statue. The old man didn't seem to notice Tang Ping's strangeness, and continued to smile and said, "You're welcome, young man. This is a gift from my heart!"

Tang Ping looked at the old man's sincere smile and suddenly felt a sense of absurdity and powerlessness. He had thought he had met a noble person, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be another trap. But at this moment, he didn't even have the energy to be angry.

"Thank you for your kindness, sir." Tang Ping forced a smile. "Have a good rest. I'll take my leave now."

Leaving the hospital, Tang Ping sighed deeply. He pulled out his phone and stared at the glaring "15 yuan loan" for a long time. Finally, he smiled wryly and muttered to himself, "It seems God is determined to make me the city lord. If so, let's go all in!"

After saying that, he quickly walked towards the nearest Internet cafe, ready to take one last gamble for his "city lord dream".

……

After returning home, Tang Ping calmed down:
"What can you do with money? Just spend it directly from your pocket!"

So he opened the pocket version of the game and spent another 10.

Commentary in the livestream: "Damn, it really hurts to watch."

After some improvement, Tang Ping's combat power reached 2 million.

Tang Ping: "OK, let's start defeating this VIP BOSS."

At this moment, a player sent a private message to Tang Ping provocatively: "Your guild is a fighter among garbage."

Tang Ping smiled disdainfully: "Join my gang, I will lead you to capture the Imperial City and capture the Supreme."

The other party laughed and said, "You are a weak chicken, I won't come."

Tang Ping, who was sitting in front of the computer, shouted angrily, "Just wait and see. When we attack the city later, I will pay special attention to this person."

……

Tang Ping took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the towering black shadow on the screen—the Dark Dragon. This boss was not only one of the most powerful entities in the game, but also the final checkpoint on the road to the Imperial City.

"Come on, let's have a showdown!" Tang Ping whispered, his fingers flying on the keyboard.

His character, "Marfa Supreme," instantly appeared at the entrance to the Dragon's Lair. His dark red armor gleamed in the flames, his cape fluttering behind him without a breeze. The divine weapon in his hand, the "Blade of Heavenly Punishment," emanated a breathtaking blue light, seemingly capable of splitting the heavens and earth.

The attribute panel of Marfa Supreme is astonishing:
Level: Cosmic Emperor

Combat power: 2 million

Weapon: Blade of Heavenly Punishment (God-level)

Armor: World-Destroying Demon Armor (God-level)

Primordial Spirit: Chaos Primordial Spirit (Perfect)

Magical Weapons: Qiankun Mirror, Demon Sealing Tower, Soul Devouring Banner (all max level)
Tang Ping knew that if he wanted to defeat the Dark Dragon alone, equipment alone was not enough. He also needed perfect operation and tactics.

"Let's test its strength first." Tang Ping muttered to himself.

The Marfa Supreme leaped, instantly dashing into the dragon's lair. The dark dragon roared, its massive wings whipping up a hurricane. He did a mid-air backflip and landed safely.

"Break!" Tang Ping shouted.

The Supreme Marfa raised the Blade of Heavenly Punishment, and a brilliant sword light streaked across the sky, striking the dragon's head. The dark dragon suddenly lowered its head, and the sword light passed by, leaving a deep crack in the rock wall.

"What a quick reaction!" A hint of surprise flashed in Tang Ping's eyes.

The dark dragon opened its bloody maw, and a cloud of black and purple dragon breath gushed out. Mafa Supreme hurriedly summoned the Qiankun Mirror, and a huge light curtain appeared before him. The dragon's breath collided with the light curtain with a deafening explosion.

"No, it's too dangerous to confront it head-on." Tang Ping frowned and quickly deduced the tactics in his mind.

Suddenly, an idea struck him. "Right, use the Demon Sealing Tower to restrict its movements!"

Mafa Supreme waved his hand, and an ancient pagoda appeared out of thin air. Runes swirled on the tower, and an invisible force field enveloped the dark dragon. The dragon's movements suddenly became sluggish.

"Now!" Tang Ping's eyes flashed.

The Supreme Marfa flashed, instantly reaching the dragon's belly. The Blade of Heavenly Punishment shone brightly, and a series of lightning-fast strikes struck the dragon's scales. The clang clang clang clang of metal clashing filled the air, sparks flying everywhere.

The Dark Dragon roared in pain, shaking the earth. It lashed out with its tail, forcibly breaking free from the Demon Sealing Tower's effects.

"Not good!" Tang Ping's face changed.

Marfa Supreme barely raised his sword to block, but was still thrown back by the immense force, slamming heavily into the rock wall. His health bar instantly dropped by a third.

"Damn it, I almost capsized in the ditch." Tang Ping gritted his teeth.

He quickly manipulated Mafa Supreme to swallow a blood-restoring pill and simultaneously summoned the Soul-Devouring Banner. A strange black mist enveloped the dark dragon, continuously absorbing its vitality.

The Dark Dragon roared furiously, its massive claws slashing towards the Marfa Supreme. The Marfa Supreme dodged with a ghostly swiftness. The Blade of Heavenly Punishment swung like the wind, leaving scars on the dragon's claws.

The battle entered a fierce stage. The Marfa Supreme flew through the dragon's nest, sometimes attacking quickly in close combat, and sometimes bombarding with long-range spells. The dark dragon continuously exhaled dragon breath and slashed its claws and tail, making the entire dragon's nest shaky.

Ten minutes later, the Dark Dragon's health had dropped to half. But Marfa Supreme's condition wasn't optimistic either, with only one-third of his health remaining and most of his medicines depleted.

"We must fight quickly and decisively!" A hint of determination flashed in Tang Ping's eyes.

He activated the Marfa Supreme's most powerful skill—"Chaos Annihilation." This was the ultimate secret of the Chaos Spirit, significantly boosting all attributes upon use, but the duration was only thirty seconds.

A dazzling rainbow of light erupted from the Mafa Supreme, and he seemed to transform into a sharp sword. He rushed towards the Dark Dragon like a meteor, his speed so fast that it was difficult to capture with the naked eye.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Tang Ping kept shouting, his fingers moving rapidly on the keyboard.

The Blade of Heavenly Punishment transformed into countless sword lights, raining down upon the Dark Dragon. Its scales shattered, blood gushed forth. The Dark Dragon roared in agony, striking back frantically, but it was always one step behind the Supreme of Marfa.

Twenty-five seconds later, the Dark Dragon's health had dropped to a critical level. However, Marfa Supreme was also in a precarious state, with only a trace of health remaining.

"Just one last blow!" Tang Ping's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

At this critical moment, the dark dragon suddenly opened its mouth and a ball of dragon breath even more powerful than before gushed out.

"It's over!" Tang Ping's heart sank.

However, Mafa Supreme did not flinch. He rushed directly into the dragon's breath, and his entire body was engulfed by the black and purple energy.

“Are you crazy?” The comments in the live broadcast room exploded.

The next second, a brilliant sword light emanated from the dragon's breath. Mafa Supreme, holding the Blade of Heavenly Punishment, used himself as a sword and pierced it directly into the heart of the Dark Dragon.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise.

The Dark Dragon let out a final wail, its massive body collapsing to the ground. At the same time, Marfa Supreme also collapsed to the ground, his health depleted.

The system prompt sounded: "Congratulations to the player 'Marfa Supreme' for successfully killing the Dark Dragon and obtaining the 'Dragon Heart' and the 'King's Certificate'."

Tang Ping let out a long sigh and slumped down in his chair. He stared at the screen, a smile playing on his lips. "Imperial City, here I come."

(End of this chapter)