Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 24: Shen Miaomiao's Roguelike

“Not fixed?”

Gu Sheng frowned slightly.

This seed to be the first ti he had frowned since the eting started.

Shen Miaomiao was overjoyed!

Finally found a proposal that even Gu Sheng found tricky!

“Yes,”

Shen Miaomiao nodded.

“I’ve noticed that in most gas on the market today, gear drops are fixed,”

“You get fixed gear, at a fixed ti, in a fixed place,”

“I think that’s not flexible enough, and lacks surprise,”

“So I was thinking, what if the gear in our ga could be randomly generated?”

Randomly generated gear?!

Lu Bian, sitting nearby, could hardly believe his ears!

What the f*** kind of wild idea is this?!

Oh, so you an after a player grinds super hard for loot, they might end up with a crappy twig?

Isn’t that just pure trolling?!

Before he could stop himself, Lu Bian was ready to shoot down this outrageous suggestion:

“President Shen, that’s just way too—”

But!

Before he could finish—

Gu Sheng raised a hand and directly cut him off!

Then, his eyes turned to Little Nezha, filled with a light of astonishnt:

“You an... Roguelike?”

Roguelike gas!

A type of nonlinear ga defined by “random generation,” “one-way progression,” “simple visuals,” and “complex systems.”

The originator was a ga called Rogue in Gu Sheng’s previous life.

This ga genre, with its extre randomness and exhilarating payoff once mastered, had gained a massive fanbase in his past life.

Gu Sheng was one of them.

However!

In this creatively barren world, there had never been Rogue.

Much less the concept of a Roguelike ga!

So—

Gu Sheng stared at Shen Miaomiao in shock.

How had she managed to describe the core of a Roguelike so accurately through her suggestions?!

Could it be that she was also a transmigrator?!

“Uh... at pigeon?”

The next second, Shen Miaomiao gave him a live demonstration—

She wasn’t a transmigrator at all. She was just a chaos gremlin determined to make a bad ga:

“at pigeon? What at pigeon? What does that have to do with lunch?”

Gu Sheng: …

Okay, I was overthinking.

“It’s nothing...”

Gu Sheng shook his head and moved on from the topic.

“I ant—any other requests or suggestions?”

“That’s all... I think.”

Shen Miaomiao actually had more to say.

But the atmosphere in the room was practically frozen, and she wisely chose to zip it.

This’ll do.

Things are best when they swing to the extre, she told herself.

Anyway, based on what’s been suggested so far, just one of these crazy ideas is enough to ruin a ga.

“Alright,”

Gu Sheng nodded, his expression returning to that confident, unshakeable look—if anything, he looked even more sure of himself than before:

“President Shen’s ideas are truly eye-opening. Very inspirational.”

Shen Miaomiao shivered internally.

Oh co on, don’t give that terrifying look!!!

Why does it feel like you’re confident this ga will turn a profit in just one hour?!

Before she could dwell on it, Gu Sheng continued:

“Next, let’s talk about the investnt for this ga.”

“President Shen,”

he looked at Shen Miaomiao as he spoke,

“Since there’s less than a month until the Ga Festival,

“that’s a tight tiline for a fully developed ga,”

“So we’ll still need to rely on Ga Factory’s outsourcing team for so resources,”

“Which might require a bit more funding.”

No problem!!!

Shen Miaomiao was delighted!

In other areas, she might not be able to help—or worse, ss things up.

But when it ca to money—

Invest! Go all out!

“No problem,”

she said with full-on rich-girl energy,

“How much do you need? Is five million enough?”

Pfft—

Gu Sheng had just taken a sip of water and almost spat it out.

You’re seriously overestimating what a Roguelike needs.

This ga has no flashy scenes and no big marketing budget.

If you gave him five million, he wouldn’t even know how to burn through it.

“That’s way too high,”

Gu Sheng waved his hand,

“Just a bit more than Who’s Your Daddy—thirteen thousand.”

“What—”

Shen Miaomiao pouted,

“That’s too little. Thirty thousand.”

“Won’t need that much,” Gu Sheng shook his head. “Fifteen thousand.”

“Twenty. Even if we don’t need it, we’re spending it.”

In the end, Shen Miaomiao made the executive decision.

Da Jiang and Lu Bian on the side were dumbfounded!

Reverse haggling?!

What kind of move was that?!

They’d seen bosses cutting budgets before, but never one aggressively pushing the budget up!

“Alright then,”

Gu Sheng wasn’t all that surprised—he’d gotten used to this already. With a helpless smile, he added:

“Twenty thousand it is. We’ll try to get so good resources.”

“Deal!”

Shen Miaomiao flashed a row of pearly whites, totally satisfied:

“Then I’ll leave it to you, Director Gu, and you two!”

“Of course.”

Gu Sheng smiled and closed his eting notebook.

Tch. Putting on quite the act.

Shen Miaomiao glanced at Gu Sheng’s eting notebook, snickering to herself.

Bet he’s drawn a bunch of doodles of turtles in there!

The eting wrapped up, and the project was officially launched.

Shen Miaomiao didn’t think twice about that notebook Gu Sheng had been scribbling in the whole ti.

Little did she know—if she had taken even one more look before he closed it, she wouldn’t be feeling this relaxed.

Because there wasn’t a single turtle in there.

Instead, every page was filled with detailed notes of her suggestions—and his own supplentary ideas.

Those notes intertwined like surging rivers, eventually rging and condensing into six words inside a pair of title brackets...

…

eting adjourned!

Shen Miaomiao left in high spirits!

Just thinking about the two million rebate coming in next month made her giddy with joy!

A twenty-thousand investnt, two million return!

Most importantly, all of that two million was going into her own pocket!

That’s right.

The reason Shen Miaomiao was so determined to lose money—put bluntly—was to fatten up her private stash.

After all, Golden Wind was a subsidiary under her dad’s Shen Capital.

She was just the CEO in charge of day-to-day operations.

So the company’s profits had little to do with her personal wallet.

As working capital, company profits stayed in the corporate account and were monitored by the group.

As CEO, Shen Miaomiao was only entitled to a portion of the cash dividend.

And according to company policy, for an unlisted, still-growing company like Golden Wind—especially one with major capital spending plans—the cash dividend couldn’t exceed 10% of total profits.

Which ant—

If a ga cost 20,000 to make,

If Shen Miaomiao lost all of it, the system would imdiately compensate her with two million, directly deposited into her personal account in a “reasonable” way.

But if she didn’t lose money, she’d need sales to hit a whopping 22 million to theoretically receive a two million dividend.

Just thinking with her knees was enough to know—that’s never gonna happen!

Thinking that, Shen Miaomiao swung her long legs up onto the desk, leaned back into a comfy pose, and muttered:

“So yeah,”

“I’ll just stick to being a couch potato,”

“Losing money’s way easier than making it…”