Developer in the immortal World !

And now, now that he had all that?

Well, now the difficult part started.

Determining what effects cultivators and Ornstein would have on the environment, how stone chips would fly if one hit one of the pillars to increase immersion and so on. The way that feet would scuff on the ground if one blocked an attack and slid backwards.

Jin thought of so much, and he was still very much off from any terms of reality.

Hours later, when the moons hung fully in the sky and Jin had exhausted his store of heavenly energy, he returned to his hut and collapsed in bed. Thankfully the techniques of the illusion Room sect didn't take a lot of energy, or he could imagine that he'd be unable to finish within the deadline simply because he couldn't work the amount of time necessary.

In the end, he'd barely added the rudimentary movement and the iconic dash to Ornstein, all his efforts had been spent modelling the environment and body interaction. It was good enough at the moment, but in need of a lot of improvement. He'd refocus on that if everything else remained on track during the next six days. The combat system was still the most important and he still had a lot of work to do.

Oddly enough, despite having lost everything he'd ever worked for and being transported into a magical world where the food was healthier, but he could be eaten by an angry demon or monster at any time, Jin went to sleep with a smile.

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The next six days were perhaps the most gruelling of Jin's life. He woke up and started working immediately, experimenting with the broom according to any and all memories he could find in which he'd seen a useful depiction of the weapon's use. Eventually, his body wouldn't as much grow tired, as it simply collapsed. Then, lying outside in the grass, in this perfect climate, for all to see, he continued modelling the combat system. The environment was done, the music was set, and the character was created. All of these parts came together in his head, in his mindscape to form a beautiful symphony that could only be referred to as artistic.

The combat system continued improving the more he worked himself into the ground. He'd begun on day two with the dash and with some very basic handling of the lance, thrusts, parries, and deflection spins. On the second day, he added more subtle movements such as footwork that he considered rational for the feats being achieved. On the third day, he created the physics of the moves, how fast they would flow into each other depending on the circumstances and how hard the spear would hit depending on how much body weight was put into it.

Suffice it to say, while Jin hadn't added the electrical attacks, rather just focusing on the dash and on the handling of the weapon, Dragonslayer Ornstein received a major upgrade.

After all, while Dark Souls as a series prided itself on being difficult and requiring the player to learn and adapt, they still had to leave some weaknesses for a player to exploit, or else the thing would become completely impossible.

Jin on the other hand would be rewarded for a combat system that was as hard as possible to beat, without being unrealistic.

To be quite frank, on the last day, after he'd pulled out the still-empty Room and began considering it in his hut, Jin didn't know how he would defeat his creation. After all, while he'd swung around the broom to get a feel for how the spear functioned, he'd improved Ornstein with martial techniques that he was only qualified to see and imagine, not to actually perform.

The result was horrifying. The only way he could imagine making Ornstein more of a bitch to fight at this point was if he increased his base stats. However, he couldn't since he as a cultivator wasn't advanced enough to model something that was so fast, so strong, or so complex.

There was a reason why illusion Room cultivators only created scenarios either for warriors on their equivalent level of cultivation or for those below it.

Jin lightly slapped himself in the face. Quite frankly, he was growing slightly delirious from the amount of work he'd been completing and from the little sleep that he'd been getting.

"I just need to infuse the illusion into the Room," he said, looking at the intricate metal box the size of his head in question. "Easy, right?"

Everything could go wrong here. Developing an illusion in one's head was one thing. Shoving it into the box was another thing. As long as the internal logic of the scenario was flawless then the box would play the illusion as intended. However, if something didn't make sense, Jin would be sent on a wild goose chase to find out what exactly the issue was.

He didn't have that sort of time. Or the energy, for that matter. Tomorrow morning would be his exam, and while he could stay up all night to try and fix the issue, it was more likely that he would fall unconscious from sheer exhaustion.

A sigh escaped his lips. He was hesitating, which didn't lead anywhere. He extended his arms, sleeves falling limply onto his hands and clenched all his ten fingers around the edges of the box.

One last burst of mental effort collected the separate information packets that made up the scenario as one whole, before sending the entire thing into the box. It lit up a bright pink, which quickly faded, but some of the vibrations remained, the box giving off a very quiet hum. If the hum were a bit louder then Jin would have been able to distinguish the melody of the music he'd inserted into the scenario coming from the box. Dark choral music with some atmospheric vocals.

He couldn't, however. He was unconscious, out like a light.