Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 363: Betting Small to Win Big

One—one!!!

In an instant!

The entire livestream chat erupted into a frenzy!

And it wasn’t just pew’s stream—countless strears who were trying the demo version at the sa ti all blew up!

Thrilling! Exciting! An unprecedented preview experience that made players feel it in their bones and left viewers speechless!

This isn’t even a ga! Holy crap! This damn thing is an interactive movie!

The atmosphere, the texture, the level design, the background setup... holy—my hair is standing on end!

I thought the ard helicopter was already the peak, I never expected the ga would even let you control support!

“That MiG strike literally scared the hell out of ! This escape segnt is insanely intense!”

Who can handle this? We need to preorder! Old Thief, are you seriously going to open preorders?!

“If they actually open preorders I’ll blow up the servers!”

This feels like a blockbuster! Although Escape from Hell also had a cinematic feel, this feels different…

Escape from Hell is a cri film where you play a role to enact the plot, but Call of Duty puts you in the action—you participate yourself. The imrsion is too strong.

My scalp is tingling! Little Yellow has visibly evolved over these years!

No wonder Old Thief was so confident—Vice President Moriya even got hyped, calling this the benchmark for modern imrsive shooters. He wasn’t boasting for nothing...

Masterful. I don’t believe any man can resist this level of blockbuster real-feel gaplay.

“Quick question: if it’s his birthday and I gift my boyfriend two Yiyou vouchers plus this ga, will he like it?”

Don’t give that to him. If you do, you’re not his girlfriend anymore... you’re his mother.

“Hahahahaha, ‘you’re his mother’—that’s epic.”

Need a boyfriend? I don’t mind three people living together.

“Count in, please!”

This is too much, hahahaha...

.....

Chat barrages in countless livestreams boiled over!

Players from every country kept gasping in waves!

This is a cinematic ga like never before.

True, Golden Wind has released several story-driven first-person gas before.

But none have delivered multi-sensory stimulation this intense!

Here, you are Soap—you’re a mber of the Air Service Team, experiencing a storm that could plunge the whole world into crisis!

As one viewer comnt said, this stunned imrsion has never appeared in a Golden Wind ga before, and it’s an unprecedented experience on the global ga stage!

It’s even different from Escape from Hell, famous for its movie-like gaplay.

In Escape from Hell, players enact roles and take part in a stylish, twist-filled cri film.

But in Call of Duty, players no longer just play a role—they truly enter the fictional reality constructed by Golden Wind, beco warriors, and resolve an enormous crisis!

Mind blown!

After Captain Price dragged pew onto the helicopter, pew remained silent for a long ti!

The violent shock had overwheld him—he couldn’t even find words!

The unparalleled audiovisual experience and visceral sensation pulled him in completely!

The pre-action tension, the adrenaline of the infiltration, the awe when seeing Black Hawk support—then the ship’s explosion and the life-or-death sprint—his adrenaline hit full throttle.

All these mixed sensations left him only able to sum them up with a single exclamation that contained a thousand words—

“This fucking... is... fuckin’ aweso…”

And at that mont!

When the ga title Call of Duty: Modern Warfare dissolved into a string of code, heavy breathing slowly echoed.

[Huff... huff... huff...]

Like an old bellows being pulled, heavy and tense gasps.

In the blur, the viewpoint shifted slightly.

On both sides, two Middle Eastern soldiers in red berets were escorting the viewpoint’s owner forward.

The hazy light wavered, dim then bright.

Only after stepping out the gates, into the thin, swirling sand, did the scene sharpen—

Weathered white walls, a wind-scoured dry street, and an Islamic dod building not far off...

An old tan sedan idled with its rear door open.

Soldiers were everywhere—so wrapped in headscarves, so wearing red berets—each carrying battle-scarred AKs, openly gathering and guarding the street.

Amid the coarse, sand-choked clamor, a rough, bloodthirsty voice bood through loudspeakers across town, delivering a citywide, iron-blooded speech!

The montum was deafening—inciting fanaticism!

“Today! We declare war on betrayal and corruption! So our nation can rise!”

Roar—!

The distant fervent shouts traveled with the dust!

Thud!

The viewpoint’s owner was roughly thrown into the car; terrified gasps intensified.

Before he could fully brace himself, one of the beret-wearing soldiers swung a rifle butt and slamd it into his face!

Thud thud... thud thud... thud thud...

A heavy drumbeat sounded slowly, carrying the oppressive, foreboding weight of an impending storm that crashed down like a dark cloud over the city, striking straight at the heart.

The vehicle started moving toward an unknown destination.

On the left and right of the screen, the ga credits began to appear.

Outside the car, the iron-blooded speech continued—

“We trust this man; we hope he will lead us into an era of prosperity!”

“But like the monarchies before a revolution, he colluded with the West for his own gain!”

Yellow sand and dust.

Ard soldiers marched by in groups along the road.

Dust rose behind the rumbling treads of tanks.

“...Collusion breeds enslavent! We will not be enslaved again!”

“It’s ti to show our true power. They underestimated our resolve; we fear nothing!”

“We will unite! We will rescue our brothers and sisters suffering in the flas!”

“Our cause is absolutely righteous! Our army is absolutely mighty!”

“We! Will restore our glory!”

[ENLA-AHM-AKBAR!!!]

Roar—!!!

Shalaa—

Although Golden Wind adapted “Allah” into “Enla,” the chilling aura of that slogan wasn’t diminished one bit!

The car stopped.

Amid the boiling, feverish cheers!

A soldier roughly dragged the viewpoint’s owner from the vehicle and slamd a heavy kick into him!!

Chaos, dizziness, pitch black, the interplay of light and dark, the sweep of wind and sand, the sll of blood and fire...

On the whipping post before him, blood flowed freely.

The stadium stands around the vast plaza were filled with frenzied crowds.

“...They polluted our land, and we will return to them the thods they used on us...

“The new holy war has begun...”

“Kill—! Kill—! Kill—! Kill—! Kill—!”

Thunderous cries soared into the sky.

In a daze, a warlord in a bulletproof vest, red beret, and brown-tinted aviator glasses strode to a middle-aged bald man missing his left arm.

Click.

The bald man pulled a Desert Eagle from his waist, pointing the muzzle at the warlord; then he turned the gun and handed it to him.

The warlord nodded, took the pistol, and marched to the cara set up for livestreaming:

“Let everything begin.”

With that, the warlord walked toward the lens!

At this mont!

Everything around seed to fall silent.

Only the warlord’s footsteps cut through the haze.

A black muzzle pointed at the cara. The firing pin was cocked.

The sharp breathing beca piercing in this instant—

[Huff—huff—huff—]

One—one!!!

A dead silence!

With the gunshot!

The demo experience ended.

But unlike the earlier raucous cheers after boarding the helicopter,

this ti, the many onlookers at the expo froze—for a full five seconds!

Clearly!

The impact of this scene exceeded even the heart-stopping special operation earlier!

Whether it was the hair-raising slogan, the repeated holy war cries from the frenzied crowd, or the oppressive death aura captured in that long take—

Clearly, the viewpoint’s owner was the very person the warlord accused of “colluding with the West.”

And now, with the support of the one-ard bald man, the warlord seed to have overthrown him and then...

At this thought,

everyone felt a shiver crawl up their spines!

Who could possibly collude with the West? What kind of person would be overthrown?

The answer was obvious.

In this unnad Middle Eastern country, amid a global livestream audience, the crazed warlord had seemingly personally executed the ruler.

Who exactly is this mysterious one-ard bald man?

What was the real purpose of this brutal livestream?

Where did the dirty bomb marked with a radiation symbol on the freighter co from?

What breathtaking conspiracy and challenges will Captain Price and rookie Soap from Escape from Hell face next?

It seed everything would only be revealed once the full ga launched.

And now!

This ga, hailed as Golden Wind’s best story-driven shooter ever—this title arrogantly declared as the new global benchmark for shooters—

deserved everyone’s astonishnt and cheers!

....

“Insane work! Golden Wind’s new title Call of Duty: Modern Warfare ignites worldwide discussion upon release!”

“Over 80,000 visits in one day! 102 dia outlets participated in the demo! Golden Wind sets the hottest record at the Higashitsu Gaming Festival!”

“Rebellion! Nuclear war! Earth-shattering conspiracy and impossible missions! Call of Duty becos the hottest title at this year’s festival on its first day!”

“SNG demo rating 9.9! Called ‘a true magnum opus!’”

“Over 20 global studios’ FPS titles announce delays! Seems they deliberately avoid competing with Call of Duty!”

....

One headline after another flew like snowflakes across the sky!

Though Golden Wind’s FPS releases have long been synonymous with high quality,

this ti, the Call of Duty reveal undeniably redefined “high quality” for players and dia!

After so many years of experience and accumulation,

Golden Wind now clearly excelled in the shooter domain.

From fine gun-handling tweaks to the control of physical feedback,

from atmosphere building to cara montage design,

Gu Sheng handled it all effortlessly.

Coupled with this franchise, which in his previous life had trounced countless rivals and stood as a benchmark in shooter history,

the success of Call of Duty was completely within Gu Sheng’s expectations.

After all, their major competitor at the expo was rely Kora’s hastily prepared Night Owl Island, built at great expense just to show up.

A familiar na, content similar to well-known works, but its form simply copied Left 4 Dead’s stage-based design rather than open world—probably because there wasn’t an open-world title for Nakamurai to reference yet.

Gu Sheng didn’t take this so-called “biggest rival” seriously.

He could judge its quality at a glance.

And soone else shared his assessnt—perhaps unexpectedly—

Ito Suke.

That’s right!

Aiming to steer Kora’s future and avoid repeating Uekoe Kagemasa’s mistakes, Ito Suke had recently started paying attention to the ga industry’s affairs.

Even if Nakamurai rose to beco Kora’s president,

Ito Suke intended to keep major company decisions under his own control.

Now, seeing Call of Duty’s enormous montum—seemingly poised to dominate the year-end market—Ito Suke knew what he had to do:

Don’t drop the waterlon to pick up the seeds.

Indeed, Night Owl Island cost over six hundred million dollars—an expensive bet.

But compared to Kora’s total valuation in the hundreds of billions, it wasn’t worth sacrificing the greater cause for a lesser one.

Sacrifice the pawn to save the king.

He would bet small to win big.