The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 221: The Energy-Infused Glazed Tiles

"A combination between the interstellar era and ancient historical culture, is it..." Julian Sterling murmured softly to himself, his hands immediately beginning to sketch the very first rudimentary lines with a remarkably swift and practiced speed.

The distinctly curved glazed tiles, an iconic hallmark of traditional Eastern architecture, gracefully trailed along the absolute peak of the building and slowly descended, effortlessly creating a wonderfully soft, flowing, and profoundly elegant arc.

"If it is merely standard glazed tiling, then it is far too ordinary..." The expansive cultural history of this particular novel’s world also shared numerous striking similarities with his own previous lifetime. Within ancient culture, glazed tiles were not exceedingly unfamiliar. They carried a deeply nostalgic and antique essence, serving as a potent symbol of supreme nobility and immense wealth, yet they did not truly possess the unique capability to create a powerfully striking impression on the game’s players from the very first moment they laid their eyes upon them.

"But... what if they were intricately woven from multi-colored, broad-spectrum energy bands? A truly futuristic combination that still somehow manages to perfectly retain the traditional geometric shapes."

The glazed tiles at this current stage were merely a simulated visual representation. The core element that formed their primary structure consisted of vibrantly glowing energy bands merging into seamless, continuous streaks of light, remarkably similar to raw electrical currents violently coursing through the mechanical veins of a colossal, gigantic machine. Julian Sterling’s wrist rotated ever so slightly, utilizing faint, broken wavy strokes, carefully emphasizing the dark and light contrasting shades to accurately depict the dynamic shape of the energy bands endlessly flickering on and off across the smooth surface of the glazed tiles.

Following that meticulous action, he also carefully noted down this vital information right next to the tile’s surface. He also adds a few specific lines of detailed annotation in the English language regarding the precise neon color scheme, specifically focusing on the luminous blue and radiant purple hues so that the technical engineering team could easily visualize his grand concept.

However, these extraordinary energy-infused glazed tiles could not be haphazardly used on a massive, widespread scale for all the ordinary houses and general architecture within the immersive game world. Doing so would inevitably cause severe visual clutter and drastically diminish their intrinsic value. They could only be strategically utilized to establish the visual foundation for a highly selective number of genuinely special, profoundly iconic architectural structures.

"So, what exactly should be done then... Where would be the absolute most logical and appropriate place to position them?" Julian Sterling let out a soft, weary sigh of lamentation, completely relaxing his tense physical body before heavily leaning his back into the incredibly soft of the comfortable lazy chair that he had just recently pulled out alongside his trusty drawing stand.

"What exactly needs to be done about what?"

A resonantly warm voice suddenly echoed through the quiet room, causing Julian Sterling to jolt in sheer surprise. He hastily turned his head around, only to see that Ethan Caldwell had already returned home at some unknown point in time. Perhaps it was purely due to the fact that he was entirely too focused on his creative work, but he had absolutely not heard the subtle sound of the front door opening. The man steadily walked toward him while unhurriedly and methodically unbuttoning the stiff cuffs of his elegant dress shirt, subsequently leaning his tall frame downwards to wrap both of his strong arms securely around Julian Sterling’s delicate shoulders: "Are you currently deep in thought regarding the game’s intricate design?"

"Yes." Julian Sterling offered a simple, soft sound in response, lifting his expressive eyes upwards to curiously ask him a question in return: "Why have you returned so early? Did I not explicitly tell you that there was absolutely no need for you to come back home today?"

"Rest assured, ’Ethan Caldwell’ is currently out drinking liquor with his friends over at The Ebony Lounge right now."

Hearing those specific words, Julian Sterling cast a knowing, sidelong glance toward the handsome man, the delicate corners of his lips curling upwards into a very subtle, fond smile.

It was highly probable that Ethan Caldwell had brilliantly employed the ancient golden cicada shedding its shell strategy, invite his numerous friends to gather at The Ebony Lounge club, only to abruptly use a flimsy excuse to slip away unnoticed, effortlessly leaving everyone else behind to entertain themselves while he stealthily sneaked back home.

However, he truly did not have a single objection regarding this particular brand of stubborn devotion. With the man returning home, it simply meant that he would possess a wonderfully warm, human hugging pillow for the long night, which would undoubtedly make it far easier to drift off into a peaceful slumber. After all, he had long since grown remarkably accustomed to the comforting routine of burrowing deeply into Ethan Caldwell’s protective embrace to sleep, and whenever the man’s familiar scent was absent, Julian Sterling invariably felt as though something vital was fundamentally missing.

Thinking along those specific lines, Julian Sterling playfully pushed Ethan Caldwell away with a gentle, feather-light shove:"Go take a refreshing shower right now. Please do not disturb me while I am trying to focus on my important work."

"Well, have you eaten your dinner yet?"

"I have already eaten, but I still made sure to leave a portion for you inside the kitchen. All you have to do is simply heat it up for a brief moment and it will be perfectly ready to consume right away."

Upon hearing those caring words, Ethan Caldwell smiled with an indescribable, profound tenderness, leaning down to plant a remarkably loud, affectionate kiss directly onto Julian Sterling’s soft cheek before finally turning his tall body around to head upstairs, presumably to properly wash himself and change into some more comfortable, casual clothes.

Julian Sterling did not bother to pay any further attention to Ethan Caldwell’s retreating back, choosing instead to continuously immerse himself wholly back into his intricate, demanding creative process. He steadily began to meticulously re-sketch the defining outlines of the energy-infused glazed tiles. In the subsequent, continuously evolving drafts, the external geometric shape changed ever so slightly in direct comparison to the initial, foundational version. The sweeping curves became significantly sharper and infinitely more precise, carrying a profoundly heavy, unmistakable mechanical and industrial essence, while the specific method of visual presentation and the detailed annotations concerning the raw, luminous materials were also vastly different and substantially more comprehensive.

Julian Sterling continuously proceeded to draw without a single pause, relentlessly producing up to five or six entirely distinct, different sketches, all of which exclusively depicted various dynamic angles and perspectives of the complex glazed tiles. One particular version appeared far too visually heavy and cumbersome, while another iteration seemed entirely too fragile and overly delicate. It was not until he finally completed the painstakingly detailed sixth draft, right at the exact moment when the delicate, precarious balance between the antique, classical elegance and the futuristic, science-fiction aesthetic reached a state of absolute, flawless perfection, that he finally paused to sit back and quietly admire them, thoroughly and critically examining every single, solitary pencil stroke.

"Are the intricately designed glazed tiles perhaps a bit too restrictive in terms of their overall widespread coverage and practical application across the numerous architectural structures located within the virtual game?"

The resonant voice, now carrying the refreshingly cool, damp trace of water vapor, once again echoed intimately right beside his sensitive ear. This time around, Julian Sterling did not even bother to turn his head backward. Instead, he simply utilized his sharpened pencil to decisively circle the two specific drafts that he was ultimately the most profoundly satisfied with. "That is indeed exactly the case, which is precisely why I deeply desire to construct a centralized, main axis system, conceptually similar to the towering, commercial center skyscrapers that we see in our actual, real-world reality. It will serve as the central architecture of Atheria, acting as the single most vital, breathtaking focal point of the entire, expansive map."

Even as Julian Sterling spoke those ambitious words, he simultaneously used his agile pen to rapidly sketch out a towering, monumental skyscraper boasting a colossal, impossibly massive metallic skeletal structure. It was entirely devoid of any concrete, intricate details, possessing only a towering, immensely imposing external silhouette that violently pierced straight upwards into the endless, boundless heavens.