I, the Old Mastermind, Have Become a Public Enemy in Another World?

My name is Chen Qing, a game anchor. I traveled to this world without 3A games, and I was starving to death. One day, I became the dog planner of a game. Design a map, expand the mobs, and challenge players who cry to make money. There are no AAA games in this world? No black myth? No Dark Souls? No Dharma Ring? Have you never suffered a severe beating from an old thief? Looking at the clear and stupid eyes of the players, Chen Qing let out a strange smile. When the mobs use infantry-tank synergy, three-dog fire-slaying formation, or rats to set up big snipers, how do you fight them? The cute anchor was beaten to tears? Hyperthyroidism brother is so angry that he smashes the keyboard? Is a technical anchor so autistic that he becomes a chef? Players are crowding in front of my 1,000-square-meter home to give me warmth? Isn't this the basic quality of dog planning? All the mobs and bosses under me should stop sleeping. Get up 007 and ravage the players. Until one day, my BOSS Loli knocked on the door of my house and put a bright big knife on my neck. I seem to... Played off... [Cloud Operation] [Dharma Ring] [Absolutely Beautiful] [Warhammer]