Mr. Zhongli, we can't slack off anymore!

The time travelers rattled off a list of consequences for not saving Teyvat, urging her to go back.

"If you really love games, go save them! I want to play them again."

"Your character is still in the game, right? If you don't go back, he'll disappear!"

"Don't embarrass us time travelers."

"I've already spent money on in-game purchases. If the game suddenly disappears, I'll hunt you down to the ends of the earth!"

“According to the normal novel plot, you should also play the role of the savior who saves the world, so that my story will have some highlights.”

"Stop arguing!" A roar silenced the noisy crowd.

Everyone looked at the source of the voice—the chubby boy.

The chubby boy stared at her seriously: "Don't go back."

"Actually, I... want to go back."

I do want to go back.

But I don't know how much effort I can put into this.

Seeing her hesitation, the chubby boy continued, "Don't listen to others just because they morally blackmail you. Transmigrators are randomly generated, and you're not the one who will bring annihilation to the game world."

"However, the task of saving the world by taking on mistakes should not fall on your shoulders."

"Games were created to make us happy. The creators of game worlds, including designers, artists, programmers, and so on, all work to make the player experience better."

"If this game makes it impossible for you to live a normal life and you have to save it, then the game has lost its meaning."

"Remember, it is the game that saves people, not the other way around."

"Players should have dignity."

"Your reason for saving the game should be: This game changed my life, made me a better person, and saving it is within my power; I can save it."

When the chubby boy spoke, the entire room fell silent.

The person in front of them was just an ordinary person, no different from anyone else, but his words made everyone present think deeply.

No, he is not an ordinary person.

He is a hero who once saved a world.

"Thank you, I will consider it carefully. However, I tend to go back."

The chubby boy's eyes softened, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He also loved the game and didn't want it to disappear. He didn't like imposing his wishes on others: "I should thank you. Because I also spent a lot of money on it."

After a moment of silence, the kid next to him questioned, "Isn't the purpose of making games to make money?"

The chubby boy broke down: "I'm the game designer, what I say goes. The game I love is my life!"

"Game designers must make a lot of money a month, right? Plus bonuses," the kid pressed on.

"You can make games and make money at the same time, isn't that wonderful?" the chubby boy continued to argue.

"What game are you playing now?" the kid asked.

"I...I'm unemployed." The chubby boy's voice trailed off.

"Looks like the life you love can't support you anymore. From now on, you'll just have to make games to make money," the kid added, delivering another jab.

The chubby boy tried to hide his embarrassment, took a sip of water, and choked: "Cough cough cough..."

"But does anyone know a way back?" the novel-writing girl asked.

No one answered.

The people in the house saved the world on their first time traveling through time, and no one ever went back to the palace.

"The task is arduous and the road ahead is long," the young novelist sighed.

"I'll try a few more times, just like I did before."

"I've tried countless times, but I can't go back. What will my wives do without me?" the tattooed man said sadly.

The girl with the high ponytail looked at him with disdain: "They might be living better without you, you harem man!"

Muscular hunk: "Let's change our approach. How about starting with why we were able to time travel?"

The slender girl spoke up: "One thing we can be sure of is that we have all thoroughly explored the worlds we've traveled to. We are seasoned viewers."

Kid: "Isn't that obvious? You might as well just say that we all traveled through time after the story was created."

Bald guy: "Wait, these works are very popular and have a certain degree of fame."

“If a work is popular, there will be a lot of fan fiction and derivative products. The reason why the passage might open is because of the audience’s expectations and their strong desire to reach that world,” the thin girl continued to analyze.

"That's too idealistic," the girl with the high ponytail interjected.

"Perhaps... the answer is idealism. A work of art is a reflection of the creator's inner world. When did you travel through time? Was it when the work was at its most popular?" the chubby boy asked.

"Well, you could say that."

"almost"

"It really is!"

Everyone agreed.

"So, the way to open the time-travel portal is to bring the work back to its peak popularity?" the female novelist concluded.

"It's too difficult. It's good if a work becomes popular once." The thin girl said, "The novel I was involved in was very popular back then, but now I can't even remember the author."

"Is black and red okay?" the kid asked.

"JJXX's terrible plot did make the world of sorcerers popular again, but I didn't go back. It's fine if I can't go back, nobody wants to go to a world with a bad ending, right?" The girl with the high ponytail shook her head.

"Just give it a try."

We have no choice but to give it a try.

"come on!"

"rely on you!"

"I believe you!"

"If you succeed, don't forget to tell the brothers."

The time travelers offered their blessings.

Da da da.

A beautiful young woman with pink hair walked up the stairs in apricot-colored high heels. She wore a light blue dress and carried a designer handbag, exuding a sophisticated, married woman vibe.

The time travelers thought it was another fellow countryman who had arrived.

The girl bowed slightly shyly as a greeting.

"さん、お出たせして神し訳ありません．家に帰ります." The fat boy immediately stood up to talk to the girl.

"はい,一丝に晩ご饭を食べに行きましょう." The girl with pink hair answered. Her voice was sweet and pleasant, with a sense of familiarity.

I seem to have heard this voice in many anime.

The chubby boy said apologetically, "My wife is here to pick me up. You guys keep chatting, I have to go now. Sorry, let's get together again sometime." Everyone watched as he took the girl's hand, and the two walked downstairs, sweetly leaning on each other.

"His wife is really beautiful," the tattooed man remarked as the sound of their footsteps faded into the distance.

"Doesn't she look a bit like Qi Mei?" the bald man asked.

"It's a cosplayer, right? They look really good. Maybe they're a famous cosplayer in the community," the thin girl said.

Perhaps, in the world he once existed in, he saved the person that even the protagonist of an anime couldn't save.

The tattooed man announced the meeting was over, and the others planned to have a meal together.

The player then embarked on their journey home.

Because I have more important things to do.