Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 307: I really want to pinch it

'Incredible!!!'

"This will go down in history!!!"

"Holy shit! Is this what it ans to fight on ho turf in the trailer?!"

"Huh? You actually defeated the Tang Monk and his disciples???"

From now on, when soone plays damage poorly at ho, you can directly mock them by saying 'why don't you just switch to Hamr then, dumbass?'

"Hahahahaha holy shit this is just too ridiculous..."

"Pharah probably never imagined she'd get flanked by Hamr one day"

"Hahahaha what a specialty move"

'Fake aerial assault: fragile 200 HP, sneaky hit-and-run tactics, needs a pocket healer to barely survive enemy fire'

'Real aerial assault: robust 625 total HP, true man's close-quarters combat, extrely versatile and can even provide cover for teammates'

Pharah's Justice Rains from Above is just for fun, the real Justice Rains from Above belongs to our Hamr

"Hahahahaha..."

......

All sorts of bizarre players, all sorts of bizarre playstyles, all sorts of bizarre fun!

Players take on the roles of legendary heroes and extraordinary individuals, exploring maps of vastly different styles, enjoying the purest fun that gaplay can offer!

The shadow cast by Apex Pri seems to have been swept away overnight.

Little Yellow is still Little Yellow, Old Thief is still Old Thief.

Although to this day, all everyone can confirm is that Apex Pri copied Overwatch, as for why Overwatch's quality is so high while CloudPower managed to copy it so poorly despite having the answers right in front of them...

But all that seems unimportant now.

CloudPower can't produce setting materials as detailed as Golden Wind's, and Golden Wind doesn't seem interested in pursuing the matter further.

The ruined reputation and massive blow to their gaming division are already enough to give CloudPower a serious headache.

The main reason Gu Sheng doesn't want to sue CloudPower is actually to avoid giving Apex Pri and CloudPower more attention.

Moreover, if they were to sue CloudPower for stealing trade secrets, the process would be extrely troubleso and lengthy.

After all, CloudPower is first and foremost an international corporation, and they have Vivendi backing them.

Cross-border lawsuits are very difficult to win, requiring imnse effort and resources, and even if they eventually won, it wouldn't really bring Golden Wind any substantial benefits - just compensation at best.

Gu Sheng's original goal has now been achieved.

And now, it's ti to enjoy.

Players enjoy the ga, Yiyou and XunTeng enjoy the victory, and he—

Enjoys the massage.

"Ahhh—ohhh—"

"Is it here?"

"Yes yes, right there, a bit more pressure."

"My hands are getting sore, you're really insatiable..."

"A bet's a bet, Director Shen. You wouldn't want to lose future betting opportunities by being a sore loser, would you?"

......

Gu Sheng lay face down on the velvet carpet.

Shen Miaomiao knelt on his back, rolling her eyes with a resentful expression as she massaged him.

What a curse.

Not only was Overwatch's massive success despairing enough, but now she had to give the mastermind behind it all a massage.

The key point was—who could have guessed that damn thief stuffed so many goodies in the pre-order package!

If I'd known there were so many crossover rewards in there, I definitely wouldn't have made this bet with him!

Thinking this, Shen Miaomiao felt anger rising from her heart and malice surging through her.

While pressing Gu Sheng's shoulder blades, she lifted her hips and plopped down angrily!

Damn thief!

But the next second!

[Ooh! That bounce—ohhh—hehe—heh—]

"Huh?!"

Shen Miaomiao's face instantly flushed bright red!

What? What bounce? What are you talking about? What does that perverted laugh an?!

"Gu Sheng, what are you laughing at?!"

Shen Miaomiao's small hands were quite strong as she imdiately pinched Gu Sheng's waist.

The pain made Gu Sheng jolt:

"Ow, fuck! I wasn't laughing! What are you listening to? That was the sound from the livestream!"

Huh?

Hearing this, Shen Miaomiao froze and looked up.

She saw a Torbjörn player standing on the sniper perch at the back point, staring intently at the Widowmaker fiercely sniping in front of him.

As everyone knows!

In this world, due to Gu Sheng's appearance and differences in the world's tiline.

Technological developnt combined with gaming creativity turned Overwatch into a motion-sensing pod ga.

And as everyone also knows!

In Overwatch, every hero has a different height.

Widowmaker's height is about 175 cm.

Torbjörn's height is about 140 cm.

And when Torbjörn stands behind Widowmaker...

The scene before his eyes... becos quite self-explanatory.

Taut, perky, the perfect curve of the leather suit outlining a dazzling sheen, with so tantalizingly bouncy movents as she shifts back and forth.

The chat barrage was also full of understanding—

"Oh—yeah—"

"Wow—"

"Tsk—"

"Mmm—"

'That's good....'

'I like the hero Torbjörn'

'I like him too...'

'I'm opening my browser...'

'Hehe......sniff sniff......hehe...'

"Wow—"

For a mont, even Shen Miaomiao couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation:

"I really want to go up and give it a squeeze... Old Gu, why don't you start a match and let squeeze you..."

"Huh?!"

Gu Sheng was shocked:

"What kind of wild talk is this! This this this... is this sothing you can say out loud? Don't you know the saying 'admire from afar but do not profane'? No squeezing allowed!"

However! Just as everyone was imrsed in this suggestive atmosphere.

Suddenly.

Torbjörn's hehe laughter was interrupted.

The Widowmaker in front of him suddenly seed to sense sothing, turned around, and crouched in front of Torbjörn.

Her gorgeous face revealed a cool, delicate beauty, her peach-blossom eyes seductive like silk, the smoothness beneath her plunging bodysuit extending downward, making one dizzy.

She parted her thin lips, her breath like orchids...

Her voice rough and booming like a great bell:

"What the fuck are you staring at my ass for? Where the fuck is your turret? If you don't have anything better to do, switch to Hamr and go flank that Pharah!!!"

"Not every Hamr can flank a Pharah,"

"Just like not every company can make a good FPS,"

"Look at their ga, then look at ours, tch..."

As the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.

The brilliant sunlight of the eastern hemisphere rises from the sea horizon.

While the moonlight of the western hemisphere quietly arrives.

It was already nearly 10:30 PM.

But in CloudPower's office building, lights were still brightly lit, with staff hurriedly coming and going in the corridors.

Shadows cast by the lighting slid across the corridor floors, projected onto the frosted glass walls of the studios, then swept past the doorplates bearing the words [Ubsoft] at the studio entrances as people hurried by.

Outside, people moved with urgency.

But inside one studio, a brown-mushroom-haired man and another golden-short-haired man leisurely erged from motion-sensing pods, looking completely bored.

The brown-mushroom-haired man was nad Karl Dennis, deputy director of Ubsoft studio, about 32-33 years old.

The golden-haired man was nad Sean Connor, director of Ubsoft studio, slightly older at 35-36.

They really were idle.

The fact that they had just finished a day of Overwatch battles and erged from the motion-sensing pods showed that these two truly had nothing to do, and could even be considered departnt directors forgotten by CloudPower.

After all, today was a disastrous day for CloudPower.

But these two had nothing to do, playing Overwatch all day.

As of about 8 PM earlier.

CloudPower's massively expensive developnt project Apex Pri had global total sales of 1.66 million copies.

It's worth noting that on Apex Pri's launch day, the ga's global sales had already reached a terrifying 1.08 million copies (the fact that so many refunds happened is truly terrifying).

And now, more than a month and a half after the ga's release.

During this period, CloudPower had repeatedly tried to salvage the ga, whether through events or promotions, desperately trying to boost performance.

But laughably, the more ostentatious their efforts seed to be, the more players complained and cursed them for their heinous cris, with attacking desires growing stronger.

A full month and a half!

From 1.08 million copies to 1.66 million copies.

Total sales of 580,000 copies, at $75 per copy, totaling $43.5 million.

Admittedly.

If this sales performance were given to a small ga company in so country, it would be explosive!

Just like Golden Wind a few years ago - back then their Vampire Survivors sold about 160,000 copies in a single week, which was enough to be considered a top-tier small company!

But the problem is!

Comparing trillion-dollar-valued CloudPower with early Golden Wind that was worth just a few thousand dollars is sowhat biased.

Obviously.

Konik wasn't that much of an Ah Q.

He completely couldn't accept this situation of ultimate loss upon loss.

So during this period, he had been constantly discussing counterasures with TYG Studio.

And today was especially busy.

Because Golden Wind's Overwatch had launched!

With the quality they displayed, after playing for a full day, both Karl and Connor knew—

It's hopeless.

Apex Pri is hopeless.

The best approach now is to quickly abandon this stupid project full of pitfalls, start fresh with sothing new, and just consider the 600 million dollars as money thrown into the water.

However.

They didn't have the final say.

In fact, right now their Ubsoft was an insignificant, waiting-to-die departnt within the entire CloudPower.

Their nearly twenty-year-old ga company had experienced twists and turns along the way, gone through changes in three leaders, and was now managed by the two of them.

About to be managed to death.

This wasn't really Karl and Connor's fault.

After all, almost as soon as they took over this ga company, CloudPower's unstoppable claws had already reached over their heads.

Just like that, they basically stumbled confusedly into becoming a studio under CloudPower.

Many of their forr IPs were taken out and squeezed dry.

The studio's vitality was endlessly overdrawn, and by now they had a notorious reputation, even like a rat crossing the street.

They had no more usable value left, no more oil to squeeze.

So they were idle.

And the reason they were bored was because...

"Guess how many more days until we get sold?"

The seemingly carefree Karl sighed, sat in his office chair, lit a Marlboro, and lit one for Connor too.

"Sigh—shouldn't be long now..."

Connor exhaled a cloud of dismal worry, smacking his lips:

"But the question is, are we even sellable now?"

After speaking.

The two looked at each other, both showing bitter smiles.

True.

With their reputation that could be called the industry's dog shit, would any fool of a ga company really be willing to buy them?

"Then we'll be dismantled,"

Karl smiled dejectedly:

"Package sale - our reputation might be too rotten, no one would be willing to take us. Konik would definitely think of this too,"

"So might as well break us up and sell us separately,"

"Anyway, right now people in the studio have been leaving, scattering, only so old-tirs remain, just 10 people including you and ,"

"Although the price won't be too high, at least we can fetch so money."

Heh.

Hearing this, Connor also smiled helplessly:

"Feel like we're players being sold around by clubs."

"Co on, Connor,"

Karl waved his hand to interrupt him:

"In our current damn state, at best we're like black slaves, okay?"

"Hey—!"

Connor jolted:

"Can't say that recklessly, such politically incorrect words can't be said casually."

"Sigh..."

Facing Connor's nervousness, Karl seed less concerned:

"Don't worry unnecessarily, our current situation isn't even as good as the black slaves back then~"

While chatting!

Suddenly.

Knock knock knock—

Soone knocked on the studio door.

Karl and Connor froze, looking at each other.

Weird, who would visit our godforsaken studio?

"Co in?"

Connor responded.

Then, they heard the office door click open.

Betang's secretary appeared at the door, nodding slightly to them:

"Gentlen, the vice president would like to invite you over for a chat."

Oh?

Hearing this.

Both raised their eyebrows.

Then they looked at each other, both seeing helpless bitter smiles on each other's faces.

Stubbing out their cigarette butts in the ashtray.

Connor and Karl straightened their suits, nodded, and followed the secretary to CloudPower vice president Charlie Betang's office.

As soon as they entered!

They saw Betang smile, gesturing to them:

"Have a seat. The reason I invited you here today is mainly to discuss the company's current situation, and your Ubsoft's developnt..."

Sigh...

Hearing this.

Both Connor and Karl sighed.

Murphy's Law indeed always works,

The more people fear sothing, the more likely it is to happen.

Discussing the company's situation ans the company isn't doing well, having just lost 600 million on a stupid project.

Talking about the studio's developnt ans even though you won't sell for much, at least selling you can reduce part of the company's salary expenditure pressure, while also recovering a bit of blood.

Neither Connor nor Karl were newbies to the gaming industry, so they naturally understood Betang's aning perfectly.

And the facts turned out exactly as they expected.

The next evening!

Just as Overwatch was receiving global gaming industry attention, with various parties giving tidal waves of praise, dominating the hottest trends in the gaming circle!

Several seemingly insignificant pieces of news appeared on Gu Sheng's desk—