Black Myth: The Legend of Tianpeng Seeking Demons

Night fell as dark as ink, slowly descending upon this city that never sleeps. As the city lights came on, its prosperity shone even brighter in the night, like a vibrant oil painting.

The headquarters building of Tiansheng Group stands tall and brightly lit, reflecting the hustle and bustle of the outside world, yet a subtle, almost imperceptible, desolation permeates the towering floors.

Inside the office, Su Bing sat alone at her large desk. Her slender fingers gently massaged her temples, trying to relieve the fatigue from continuous work. A deep sigh escaped from her slightly parted red lips, echoing in the empty office.

The "Illusion" virtual simulation game plan has been revised countless times, but it still fails to meet her expectations. This is a key project for the company's future, and she cannot tolerate any oversights.

Su Bing's gaze fell on the computer screen again, where the dense data and complex charts seemed to mock her powerlessness.

However, in the dead of night, only the sound of typing and turning pages accompanied her. The loneliness was like an invisible tide, surging in wave after wave, almost drowning her.

Su Bing looked out the window; the dazzling lights flowed like a galaxy, but in her eyes, they conveyed a sense of coldness and alienation. Those lights seemed to belong to another world, completely out of place in the lonely space she found herself in.

She stood up, her elegant figure casting a long, slender shadow in the moonlight. Su Bing walked slowly to the French windows, her delicate fingers unbuttoning her suit jacket, feeling the gentle night breeze caress her.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to draw some comfort from the distant prosperity. However, the feeling of loneliness grew stronger, like an invisible hand gripping her heart tightly.

Just then, a familiar voice broke the silence of the night, carrying a lighthearted teasing tone and gentle concern: "You're torturing yourself again."

Su Bing turned around abruptly and was surprised to see Zhu Feifei standing in the doorway. His tall figure leaned against the door frame, holding two steaming cups of coffee in his hands, with his usual warm smile on his face.

Zhu Feifei walked slowly closer and handed one of the cups to Su Bing, her eyes shining with concern: "Still working overtime so late? I think you might need this coffee."

Su Bing took the coffee, the warmth seeping through the cup into her palm, bringing a slight comfort to her heart. A hint of surprise and gratitude flashed in her eyes; although she hadn't expected his arrival, she felt a subtle sense of reassurance.

She said softly, "Why are you here?" Her voice was tinged with weariness, yet also hinted at joy.

Zhu Feifei's gaze lingered on her face for a moment, noticing her slightly disheveled hair and tired expression, and a wave of tenderness welled up in his heart. He casually pulled over a chair and sat down next to Su Bing, leaning slightly towards her, as if wanting to get closer.

His voice was deep and gentle, with a hint of teasing: "What problem have you encountered? Tell me, maybe my laymanship can give you some inspiration."

Su Bing took a sip of coffee, the warm liquid spreading in her mouth, making her feel slightly relaxed. She subconsciously smoothed her slightly disheveled hair, trying to hide her inner exhaustion: "This project is too important; there can't be any mistakes. Every detail could affect the entire game experience, and I must make sure everything is perfect."

Zhu Feifei's gaze lingered on Su Bing's fair neck for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily. He forced himself to focus on the conversation, his tone gentle yet carrying an undeniable strength: "You might be too focused on the technology itself, neglecting something more fundamental. Sometimes, we need to step outside our established thought patterns and look at problems from a completely new perspective."

Su Bing paused, then looked up at him with a puzzled expression, a hint of curiosity in her eyes: "What do you mean? You mean... I'm going the wrong way?"

Zhu Feifei moved closer, his breath lingering around Su Bing, making her heart race involuntarily. His tone was firm and magnetic: "The problem might not be technical; it could lie in market positioning and user needs. Have you considered that this might be the root of your troubles?"

Su Bing leaned back in her chair, her brows furrowing slightly; clearly, she had never thought of it this way before. Her gaze wandered, as if she were quickly organizing her thoughts. Zhu Feifei's deep, powerful voice gave her a strange sense of security, and she unconsciously leaned forward slightly, wanting to hear more clearly.

Zhu Feifei chuckled, grabbing her attention as she continued, "Conduct another round of market research to understand the users' true needs, and then adjust the technical solutions accordingly. Sometimes, the best solution isn't the most complex, but rather the one closest to the user's needs."

Su Bing nodded. She could sense the logic in his words, and her body unconsciously moved closer, almost feeling their breaths mingling.

The close proximity made her feel a little overwhelmed. She could smell the faint scent of cologne on him, mixed with the aroma of coffee, making her heart race.

Zhu Feifei gently placed his hand on Su Bing's wrist, his fingertips warm yet firm. He said softly, "Reconsider the market demand, and perhaps the problem will be easily solved. Sometimes, all we need is a different perspective." His voice was gentle yet firm, as if carrying an undeniable force.

Su Bing's heart raced instantly, her cheeks flushing slightly. Her reason told her to keep her distance, yet her emotions compelled her to move closer to him. She bit her lower lip, trying to keep her voice steady: "You're right... I might be overthinking things."

Zhu Feifei noticed her reaction, and a slight smile appeared on his lips. He reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his touch so delicate it was as if he were afraid of disturbing something. He whispered, "Don't overwork yourself. Work is important, but you need to take care of yourself too. Without you, this project loses its soul."

Su Bing trembled, as if his gentle touch had struck the softest spot in her heart. She turned her face slightly away, not daring to meet his gaze again, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest.

Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible: "Thank you, Feifei. You always appear when I need you most."

Zhu Feifei noticed her unease, stood up, lowered her head, and whispered in her ear, "Don't push yourself. I'll take you home today. Get some rest, and we can start again tomorrow."

Su Bing looked up, and Zhu Feifei's face was right in front of her, so close that she could even see the subtle glint in his deep eyes. She wanted to refuse, but Zhu Feifei's strong presence and inexplicable attraction made it impossible for her to resist. She finally nodded, her voice soft, "Okay... then I'll trouble you."

As the two walked out of the office together, Su Bing's heart was still pounding. She couldn't ignore the aura around her, nor could she suppress the emotions surging within her. She secretly glanced at the tall figure beside her, secretly surprised by her own reaction. She was always known for her rationality, but at this moment, she was dominated by her emotions.

Zhu Feifei seemed to notice her gaze, turned her head and smiled slightly at her. The smile was warm yet mysterious, as if it concealed some unknown secret. Su Bing quickly looked away, her heart racing again.

Inside the elevator, the two sat in silence. In the confined space, Su Bing could clearly feel Zhu Feifei's presence. His breath, his warmth, his every move tugged at her nerves. She tried to distract herself with work, but the fluttering in her heart remained unsettled.

Stepping out of the building, a gentle night breeze carried away the day's fatigue. Zhu Feifei gentlemanly opened the car door for Su Bing, his hand inadvertently brushing against her arm, a fleeting sensation like an electric current coursing through her body. Su Bing hurriedly got into the car, trying to hide her flustered state.

The car slowly drove into the night, and Zhu Feifei's voice rang out in the darkness: "I'll go with you to do market research tomorrow. Two heads are better than one."

Su Bing turned to look at him. Moonlight streamed through the car window, illuminating his sharply defined profile and outlining a captivating silhouette. She nodded gently, her voice soft: "Okay...it's settled then."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, at Dixiong Group—Tiansheng Group's biggest competitor—a burly man stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the president's office, overlooking the entire city.

His figure was tall and imposing, like an indestructible mountain, giving people a sense of power and majesty. The moonlight shone through the glass, casting a silvery halo over him, adding to his mystique.

The red wine in my hand swirls gently in the glass, the scarlet liquid gleaming eerily under the light, appearing from afar like a sinister red glow emanating from the darkness. The red wine, like fresh blood, inspires both fear and awe.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, and his deep voice echoed in the empty office: "Zhu Wuneng, Zhu Feifei, Zhu Chen... you have so many aliases, but we'll meet again soon."

His gaze fell upon the Tiansheng Group building in the distance, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. It wasn't just hostility between competitors, but more like a long-suppressed hatred.

"Marshal Tianpeng, do you think you can escape my eyes by changing your identity a few times?" he muttered to himself, a hint of mockery in his voice. "This time, I'll see where you can run to."

He raised his glass and lightly clinked it against the night sky outside the window, as if toasting an unseen adversary. "Come on, let's continue our game. This time, I'll make you pay."

The red wine burned like hot blood as it went down his throat. His eyes sharpened, like a beast poised to pounce on its prey.