[So, it can be done this way as well...]
It had to be said that the ideas and methods Luke had presented were completely feasible in Ickshonpe's opinion!
Especially after testing, he realized that such a platform could indeed be established!
[The method is practical, the approach absolutely correct. Next...]
Ickshonpe plunged headfirst into the vast sea of white light.
[It's time to start designing!]
Click-Clack, Clack, Clack, Clack.
It was as if the sound of typing on a keyboard began to echo throughout this digital space.
And along with Ickshonpe's output, the space itself began to undergo various changes.
Seeing this, Luke did not interrupt him but casually found a place to sit down.
Because he also knew that when designing a program like this, there would inevitably be aspects requiring adjustment.
And with someone like him, who also had a deep understanding of the digital world, being present, he could provide Ickshonpe with solid insights and assistance.
What's more...
'I would also be happy to incorporate some of my ideas into the network world!!'
Luke's lips curled slightly; his anticipation for the future of the network world was immense.
He even pinned great hopes on it; perhaps this very network might become the foundation of his Nen ability!!
And so, Ickshonpe immersed himself in his own world of coding.
The speed of the white light streams within the digital space grew faster and faster.
Occasionally, there were pauses, signs of Ickshonpe falling into thought.
And sometimes, he would snap out of his programming and ask Luke further questions.
Naturally, Luke answered everything without reservation.
And he could also sense that with every question Ickshonpe asked, the difficulty and depth were steadily rising.
His skill and understanding continued to improve alongside his coding and development!!
It was foreseeable that with Ickshonpe's progress, this chat room would soon be connected to the world.
Just like that, time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, several days had passed.
On a small island far to the east of the Yorbian Continent…
This island had never appeared on the map, and it wasn't even supposed to attract the world's attention.
The entire island seemed to be enveloped by some mysterious force field.
The surrounding waters and ocean currents were unlike any other ocean.
Whether it was the cruise ships or cargo ships bound for the various continents, their routes would never cross paths with it.
Even fishermen venturing far into the ocean, despite enduring storms and hardships, rarely, if ever, found themselves swept into these waters, let alone onto this strange island.
It's rare to be washed up in this part of the ocean, let alone this magical island.
And in the very center of this island.
"... So boring!"
In this city known as Limeiro, from the central castle came a long, weary yawn.
"When will this game be released?!"
A disheveled, scruffy man, wearing a tank top that hadn't been washed in days, rubbed his dirty feet, rubbing off a layer of plaster.
"I've been looking forward to those players coming..."
Dwun complained bitterly: "That bastard, Ging, he's acting like a hands-off boss again. He finished the game almost completely, and then he just disappeared off to somewhere else."
"And to think, this whole game was originally his idea, his concept!"
"Now it's nearly time to release it, to showcase it to the world, and he disappears... How infuriating."
Dwun vented his dissatisfaction with Ging Freecss endlessly.
"You can complain all you want..."
Snap!
The sound of a book closing rang out from the seat next to him.
"It can't change the fact that there are only a few of us on this island right now."
List, clad in splendid attire, every inch of him tidy, radiant, like some noble aristocrat, cast a casual glance at his slovenly partner.
He then placed the book in his hand onto the shelf.
Well, List and Dwun are clearly partners, yet they seem to give off a different impression, one noble and the other filthy.
List's every gesture exudes the grace and elegance of a gentleman.
Dwun, on the other hand, after rubbing his feet, begins scratching his head, then picking his nose, then scratching his butt.
Then, like a homeless person, he puts his hand to his nose and sniffs it.
It's fair to say that their styles are diametrically opposed and completely incompatible.
But what's so strange is that, when the two of them are together in the same room, even when they appear in the same sight, there's no sense of disharmony at all!
It's as if they were meant to be this way.
In fact, even the two people involved didn't see anything wrong with it.
One didn't dislike the other's slovenliness, and the other didn't resent the other's aristocratic demeanor.
They lived here in perfect harmony.
On this island.
Well, as everyone knows, Greed Island is a small island that exists in reality.
It was created by Ging Freecss and ten other companions.
The name Greed Island is a combination of the initials of the developers' names.
Among them, D stood for Dwun, L for List.
However, Dwun was not his original name.
His original name was Wdwune.
But in order to match the name of the game, Ging Freecss forcibly altered the spelling, changing it into Dwun.
Of course, in Dwun's own words, although Ging arbitrarily changing his name without permission was extremely disrespectful and made him very angry, later on, his fortune took a turn for the better because of it, and his luck improved greatly.
So in the end, he grudgingly accepted it.
He and List were both stationed here as the final NPCs, waiting for the players who fulfilled the ultimate conditions of the game to arrive.
Of course, they both had certain responsibilities within the game.
Like Razor, one of the game masters, representing the letter R.
He was responsible for the island's Emitters type, the movement of Spell Cards, and expelling external intruders.
He also served as a blocker for an SS-level card acquisition challenge.