Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 332: Komera's Mother Makes Limited-Time Return? The

Hell!

Ultimate hell!

If Kora’s old, creepy showroom earlier simply gave off an uncomfortable chill, then Golden Wind’s booth was a thoroughly terrifying, evil place!

Behold!

At this mont Golden Wind’s booth was crisscrossed with flickering black mycelial filants, and threaded through the web-like fungi were many blood-red fluorescent tubes that looked like veins between the filants.

In the demo area, an unknown obsidian mass shaped vaguely like a baby hung high from the ceiling. It emitted a dim glow—serving as lighting while also resembling so malevolent god suspended over people’s heads. Thick, tar-like filants ran down from it, connecting to the motion-sensing pods below.

As for the Yiyou X2 motion-sensing pods, they had been modified into cocoon shapes; the entire demo area felt like a giant chrysalis, tanking viewers’ sanity points.

“Holy—what the—!!!”

pew scread out loud!

“What the hell is this thing! It looks like it’ll absolutely wreck your sanity!”

“This... this... this is insane... it’s even worse than Kora’s booth!”

The chat barrage exploded all at once—

“This is fucked up, don’t look again”

“This booth design is great, it's great because it's… holy shit, this thing could only be made by soone with three years of hell experience”

“Hahahahaha no way… too much…”

“I just thought Kora’s booth was unbeatable, almost forgot Golden Wind is the general of the underworld!”

“I literally have goosebumps. The ga itself is scary, and the booth is scarier!”

“A booth can be grounded, but please don’t be grounded in the underworld”

“This is so grotesque, I already feel wet, slimy, sticky”

“I have a bold idea”

“Netizens are getting weirder”

“Sotis I feel like I’m not perverted enough and don’t fit in with the chat barrage”

“It’s like an oil well exploded”

“What? Oil? (US military alert jpg)”

“Soon the SEAL Team will storm Golden Wind headquarters”

“Hahahahahaha...”

......

Clearly!

Golden Wind’s cocoon-style booth design blew everyone away!

Rember, Kora’s avant-garde old-house family layout had already been eye-opening.

But now, with Golden Wind’s reveal,

every other booth in the hall suddenly seed dim.

After all, this was just way too uncanny.

Amid the uproar,

pew entered the booth.

Whether it was an intentional temperature change inside the Golden Wind booth or sothing else, pew felt the instant he stepped in that the air around him dropped a couple degrees; a chill slithered up from his heels to the top of his head.

Unlike at the Higashitsu Gaming Festival last ti, Gu Sheng did not appear on opening day this ti.

He’d decided this because the Sekiro reveal had been the studio’s first souls-type showcase and required him to appear and explain things in person.

But Resident Evil 7 was different.

Both the IP and horror as a genre were universally familiar; his presence might pull too much attention to him and distract people from the ga atmosphere.

So Gu Sheng didn’t attend in person—he left the onsite duties to Moriya and the staff.

After so astonishnt,

pew circled Golden Wind’s booth once at audience request.

He found that even the back of the booth was carefully crafted in the sa style—acrylic mycelial filants—making him even more shocked and mutter it was absurd.

One side was an eerie haunted apartnt display; the other was a bizarre underworld mycelial cocoon. Kora and Golden Wind’s third clash reeked of competition—each pulling out bizarre tricks, neither willing to yield, a clash of sharp points.

But in the end, no matter how flashy the booth design, both sides still had to let the quality of their work speak.

Kora’s Silent Hill 2: Reboot demo had already been played, and the overall impression had been unexpectedly strong.

Now it was Golden Wind’s turn.

Soon staff prepared a demo cocoon pod for pew.

After a short line, the pod lid opened and a pale-faced reporter in a plaid shirt staggered out, looking shaken.

Uh-oh.

pew’s heart sank.

That expression looked familiar.

He rembered seeing that exact look on players’ faces when the Silent Hill PT had first been shown—back then he’d naively assud players were just uncomfortable.

After multiple Golden Wind horror gas, pew had beco more guarded.

Seeing the plaid-shirted man so pale, pew grabbed him:

“Uh... hi, I’m Twitch strear pew—can I ask about your experience?”

Gotta ask first!

At least get a sense of it.

“Ah... oh...”

The sudden question left the plaid-shirt a bit bewildered.

They were all dia badges on lanyards; reporters usually interviewed others—not the other way around.

Still, he nodded politely:

“Sure... okay, I can.”

After eyeballing the reporter’s ntal state, pew asked:

“You look pale—did you fly in from overseas just for this E3 demo?”

Besides fans, plenty of ga dia had co from around the world to Los Angeles to experience major titles as early as possible—so were true jetlag warriors.

pew assud this pale guy was one of those tireless reporters.

But the plaid-shirt shook his head:

“Oh no, actually... I’m a reporter for TTCM Gas... I work in Los Angeles...”

He flashed his dia badge.

Bad news!

A siren went off in pew’s head!

This guy wasn’t a jet-lagged foreign reporter—he was a born-and-raised LA local!

Which ant—

“...Alright, so tell —how was your experience? I’m sure, as a professional gas reporter, you have unique insights?”

pew asked.

The plaid-shirt thought for a mont, then answered:

“I can only say I lasted ten minutes. Those ten minutes aren’t necessarily the ga’s limit, but they were my limit.”

“Although I haven’t played Kora’s Silent Hill yet, I think—”

“To reach Sam’s level in horror gas, no one will manage it in a short ti. You can try...”

After saying that, the plaid-shirt gestured toward the pod.

A ten-minute endurance!

Such praise—from a professional reporter—was weighty indeed.

These veteran ga journalists had seen it all.

To collapse within ten minutes?

Suddenly not only viewers but pew himself were extrely curious!

What could Resident Evil 7 do to deserve such words?

“Thanks.”

pew thanked him and, impatient, opened the cocoon pod and sat down.

“Friends, just now that reporter lasted ten minutes—our target isn’t big: beat ten minutes!”

“Let’s show Sam how PT and Escape players have leveled up!”

Huff—huff—

Heavy breathing echoed from pitch-black.

The view seed recorded by a head-mounted cara.

The image was a little blurry, but compared to previous Escape footage the DV quality was pretty good—few noise artifacts.

This was a cramped space like a storeroom, the floor soaked with black-red blood.

A man in a black suit writhed in a pool of blood.

The tallic stench of blood hung thick.

Looking down, “your” hands were bound.

Was I kidnapped?

pew looked at the ties on his wrists and sighed—what rotten luck.

First locked up, then kidnapped—really unlucky.

“Uhhh—oh—”

With a groan, the suited man staggered up, grabbed a rusty little knife from the floor, and lunged at him.

“Hey hey hey—what are you doing?!”

pew jolted.

NONONO...

He’s stabbing right away? Are you even human?

But—

Gulp!

The suited man tripped and fell in front of pew. He raised the small knife and started cutting at the ties on pew’s bound hands.

pew exhaled:

“Fuck! I thought he ca to stab ...”

A false alarm.

It turned out the man was trying to cut his ties free.

They both seed to have been imprisoned here.

Creak creak—

The rusty knife looked dull, and it only freed one tie after a long struggle.

Just as the suited man tried to cut the last binding,

the image blurred.

With a noisy whir, the screen filled with red-green blocks. The recording ended.

A blackout.

[Resident Evil 7: Not a Hero (DemoTest)]

[Golden Wind]

[Presented to You]

......

[Escape this place...]

—

With that ssage, Pure Black slowly opened his eyes.

Yes. With E3 underway and the Resident Evil 7 demo released, players who couldn’t attend in person were trying it out.

Pure Black had hesitated—after all, Golden Wind’s horror titles had left him so lasting psychological wounds.

But it was Resident Evil—surely the Old Thief would at least give you a pistol, right?

As long as there was a weapon.

Thinking that, Pure Black entered the ga and started the demo.

Pitch black.

The chill of cold wooden floorboards pressed against his cheek.

A flashlight flickered in the near distance.

A damp, moldy sll mingled with the cold and wrapped around him.

A flash of terrifying mory made fear crawl up Pure Black’s spine like maggots attaching to bone:

“Holy—”

If he rembered correctly!

The last ti he woke up like this on a floor was at Lisa’s house!

That hollow, characteristic sound of Golden Wind’s horror gas echoed again, as if standing at the edge of an abyss—lost and helpless.

Dust in the flashlight’s beam, jagged glass fragnts, and the grain of the old wooden floor appeared as sharp as in real life.

It felt exactly like being trapped in a haunted house.

Pure Black stayed prone for a long ti, too afraid to move, worried so shiny black Arican cockroach would creep up, or that opening a door would reveal a corridor with a digital clock forever stuck at 23:59.

Why am I playing this?

Pure Black cursed—everything felt like a PT flashback.

The chat barrage had already exploded—

“This underworld POV?”

“This is too PT!”

“They literally rged DV first-person with waking on the floor—Escape and PT stitched together?”

“Are we even allowed to play anymore?”

“Perfect fit! This is spot-on!”

“Woc I finally know why that reporter looked so pale on pew’s stream”

“Damn I’ll rage-quit if I play this”

“But that guy lasted over ten minutes—he’s a warrior”

“I’d uninstall seeing this wake-up POV—too grim...”

......

However!

While viewers argued,

suddenly a low male voice spoke inside Pure Black’s head—

[After returning from Colorado, I didn’t stay long.]

[Because reliable information says there’ve been multiple inexplicable disappearances around the Baker farm in Louisiana recently.]

[Locals think the root cause is a wraith at the Baker farm.]

[Two months ago soone said they watched a ghost-hunting show enter the mansion late at night and then vanish.]

[Maybe it’s professional paranoia, but I feel the Baker disappearances hide sothing more.]

[So I ca here, and there’s sothing strange indeed.]

[But... where exactly is this?]

[I need to figure out a way to escape...]

To be honest!

When that voice first spoke, Pure Black had been startled.

But after hearing the demo protagonist’s monologue, a thrill of adrenaline climbed his spine and made his scalp tingle!

Back from Colorado?

Colorado—what place was that?

If his mory served him correctly,

the Mountain ntal Hospital was located there.

That ant...

Pure Black looked slowly down and raised his left hand.

He saw that his left hand had only four fingers—the ring finger was gone completely.

“Holy—shit!!!”

Pure Black scread!

At this mont!

The chat barrage erupted—

“WTF!!! Miles!!!”

“Miles!!! The demo protagonist is Miles!”

“Holy crap... Baker farm disappearances! Damn! It connects back to Escape!”

“Fuck... this is terrifying... so Old Thief was already seeding Resident Evil 7 back during Escape!!! Old actor moves—haha long ti no see!”

“A hidden thread woven over two years? Damn, Old Thief you clever!”

“Whoa... this concept rules!”

“Miles’ horror universe! Amazing!”

“Righteous reporter online!”

“That man has returned!”

“This easter egg is legendary!”

“So Miles is the protagonist of this Resident Evil?”

“Probably not—otherwise it’d be Escape 2 (lol)”

“Miles’ own story should be Escape; this demo likely uses him as the demo protagonist while the real main lead will be soone else.”

That was still aweso! Old Thief rules!

....

A roar of excitent swept the players!

From PT to Escape to Resident Evil—just as the crowd said, righteous reporter Miles seed to tie together Golden Wind’s horror universe, always appearing at critical monts to trigger key events.

Now Miles appeared again, arriving at the Baker farm in Louisiana.

Golden Wind’s Resident Evil series, shown from Miles’ first-person perspective, slowly began to unfold,

and a heavyweight showdown between Kora and Golden Wind’s horror gas was about to begin!