Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 392: Driven to the Wall

Insisting on attending Cologne Gascom!

"See you in Cologne"

Although this official tweet contained only three short words and a concept poster for a new ga.

It nevertheless caused a huge stir!

As Jiang Yun had previously said, Golden Wind was currently standing right in the eye of the storm.

Due to the dark cloud hanging over the Illusion Engine, the fact that Golden Wind had no engine available was no longer a secret within the industry.

Therefore, regarding this Cologne Gascom, most dia outlets, players, and even peers generally speculated that Golden Wind would be absent.

Because there were now less than three months until Cologne Gascom!

The blockade of Phantom Dream 5, combined with the current situation indicating that Golden Wind hadn't signed any new contracts with comrcial engine companies.

Without an engine, naturally they couldn't produce a high-quality 3S-level ga in such a short ti.

Even, just two days ago, Hummingbird Gas specifically published an article—

"No Engine Available! Golden Wind's Absence from This Cologne Gascom May Already Be Certain!"

And then!

Golden Wind imdiately posted "See you in Cologne"!

Making Hummingbird Gas look like clowns!

Moreover!

What shocked the entire gaming industry wasn't just this.

The poster beneath the tweet was even more astonishing!

Look at that rough art style, that world piled up like Lego blocks, and those creatures that, while recognizable by species, were entirely composed of cubes.

Plus two blocky main characters.

How could Golden Wind possibly have the nerve to bring a ga of this quality to Cologne Gascom?!

Had they gone completely mad?

Look at what their previous gas were—

Titanfall! Sekiro! Resident Evil! Call of Duty!

All were exquisitely crafted works with excellent art styles and steadily improving industrial standards!

Now compare that to this "My World"?

Not only had the industrial quality not progressed, it had directly regressed to Golden Wind's earliest levels!

This...

Such quality even made many of Little Yellow's loyal players unable to resist expressing doubts!

Is Little Yellow serious? These block people?

"Feels a bit like trolling, maybe we should just skip participating with this quality?

This level isn't even as good as Little Yellow's very early release 'Who's the Daddy'..."

"Indeed, pixel-art block people... way too ridiculous..."

"Honestly, rather than embarrassing ourselves like this at Gascom, we'd be better off doing nothing and focusing on solving the engine problem first..."

"Can't help but quote Bro's famous line: I'd rather do nothing than do sothing wrong"

"Makes sense..."

"@GuShengSAM, bro, if it's really not working, let's just skip this one, missing one event is fine, no need to force participation..."

"Key point is bringing this thing to one of the four major gaming expos... way too embarrassing..."

"Too abstract, while Old Thief's ntal state has always been hard to imagine, this is Cologne Gascom, isn't this a bit too childish..."

"Hard to say, feels like we're really going to crash this ti..."

......

Clearly evident!

Even players who loved Golden Wind the most held little hope for this "My World," generally viewing it pessimistically.

Regarding this, Golden Wind offered no explanation or defense.

As for Gu Sheng's personal social dia account, it went completely silent, not uttering a single word, adopting an attitude of "the dead pig fears no boiling water."

Going full surrender!

This was the gaming industry's general view of Golden Wind currently.

For a ti, Golden Wind was like soone walking naked on the street, being stared at sideways and pointed at by countless people......

......

Night.

Empty alley.

A black Maybach glided through the lonely, desolate Taito Ward Higashi-Ueno 4-cho 17-ban district.

The LED headlights appeared particularly biting in the winter's cold wind, carrying a piercing chill.

The already thin middle-aged man in the car now looked utterly exhausted, his temples graying, sporting large dark circles under his eyes, his gaze filled with fear and unease, his entire appearance increasingly sickly and fragile.

Shhh—

As the Maybach slid through the district and entered the garage of a three-story villa in the residential area.

The middle-aged man stepped out of the car.

He glanced suspiciously outside the garage a couple tis before closing the garage door.

However!

The mont the garage door descended!

The middle-aged man unexpectedly let out a sudden scream: "Ah—ah!!!"

Then thud!

The man stumbled back two steps, staggered, and actually sat down right in the garage, collapsing beside his Maybach!

Because on the inside of the descending garage door, a large "note" was stuck to the panel, clearly written in black and white—

[Your ti is running out, Mr. Uekoe]

Correct!

The trembling middle-aged man sitting on the ground, his face showing he was almost at the breaking point, was none other than the current president of Kora—Uekoe Kagemasa!

"Who... who?!"

As the garage door closed!

Uekoe Kagemasa finally regained his composure, shakily getting up from the ground, grabbing a small hamr from the garage tool rack, holding it in front of himself like a startled bird, shouting wildly in the garage:

"Who's there?! Co out! Get out here!!!"

His voice, tense to the point of suffocation, trembled as he squeezed it from his throat.

Although it was already deep winter.

Cold sweat still kept breaking out on Uekoe Kagemasa's forehead.

Yes.

The 7.85% shareholding of Kora Group he currently held was now hanging over his head like a sword of Damocles.

Now, everything had beco clear.

With the release of Night Owl Island's first-week results, the massive refund requests, dismal revenue, and the universally condemned reputation all declared the complete failure of Uekoe Kagemasa's desperate gamble.

Uninspired ga design.

Repetitive enemy types and boss models.

Massive amounts of ga bugs and logic errors.

Frequent crashes and sudden closures.

dia ratings below 3/10.

As SNG editor-in-chief Simon put it: This is an unfinished product that might not even pass if completed! Simply the greatest electronic torture of this century!

Unprecedentedly terrible!

Even surpassing the previously criticized "only barely acceptable industrial standards" of Torii, instantly becoming Kora's worst 3S-level work in history!

This was completely not Kora's standard!

Players complained, dia criticized, peers watched sidelong.

As the president, even if Uekoe Kagemasa didn't understand gas, he could easily see the situation he now faced—

Undoubtedly, Seiichi Nakamura, the production director of Night Owl Island, had deliberately made the ga this way.

And after Night Owl Island's failure, the presidential impeachnt initiated by board director Ito Suke sufficiently proved this point.

During the eting.

Ito Suke launched fierce attacks against him.

Compiling all the group losses caused by his poor decisions since the failure of Silent Hill, plus the continuous performance decline in recent years.

Adopting a stance of settling both old and new accounts together!

Moreover!

Right after the impeachnt eting, an anonymous letter containing evidence of his multiple embezzlents of company property, bribe-taking, suspected job-related appropriation cris, and other related proof was simultaneously delivered to him.

And all of this!

Was naturally the behind-the-scenes arrangent of this impeachnt's initiator, Ito Suke.

As long as Ito Suke obtained his shareholding, kicked him off the board, and united with two other directors, he could easily gain over 2/3 of the board's share seats to achieve control over special resolutions including company rgers, divisions, dissolution, or changes to company structure.

As a native of Neon.

Uekoe Kagemasa knew very well what extre actions soone as powerful and wealthy as Ito Suke could take to compete for control of a massive group with a total market value of 32.4 billion on this land.

As they say, defeat crumbles like a landslide, when the tree falls the monkeys scatter!

The current Uekoe Kagemasa was no different from a bird in a cage.

Especially in recent days!

He always felt soone was secretly monitoring his every move.

Perhaps to prevent him from directly fleeing to Europe and disappearing, or perhaps ready to make a move against him at any ti.

Huff—huff—huff—

Rapid breathing sounded particularly harsh in the quiet garage.

Clang!

With a crisp sound, Uekoe Kagemasa threw the hamr to the ground, stumbled despairingly to the garage door, tore off all the glaring white-on-black words that cut like knives, crumpled them into a ball and fiercely threw it to the ground!

"Bastard... bastard!

"Damn it!!!"

Thump!

The powerless, raging Uekoe Kagemasa kicked the garage door, venting his anger.

He painfully closed his eyes, then opened them, imagining this was all just a nightmare, that he hadn't yet reached such desperate straits.

However.

Opening his eyes again, before him remained the snow-white garage door, still bearing adhesive marks.

Shhh—

The sound of powerless footsteps arose.

Uekoe Kagemasa moved his heavy steps, pushed open the garage's back door, and walked into his villa sowhat bewildered and confused.

Where was his path forward?

Uekoe Kagemasa didn't know.

He only knew that the "shareholder gift" agreent proposed by Ito Suke was so greedy!

Peaceful retirent had beco an unattainable goal for this lifeti.

Not only could he not keep his shareholder dividends.

Even the shares currently in his hands had beco bargaining chips in upper-level capital gas, pressuring him to 'voluntarily' contribute them!

A full two hours of contemplation!

Ding dong—ding dong—ding dong—

As the midnight bell struck twelve!

Uekoe Kagemasa seed to hear the death knell of his downcast twilight years.

Uekoe Kagemasa let out a long sigh.

If not for his initial greed and stubbornness back then, perhaps...

No perhaps remained.

This battle lasting a full two and a half years, starting from Silent Hill and ending with Night Owl Island.

I have lost.

Completely and thoroughly defeated.

Undeniably crushed.

There was a ti when I viewed Gu Sheng as a thorn in my eye, Moriya as a splinter in my flesh.

How pitiful and laughable.

Now, the only ones who might barely pull out seem to be Gu Sheng and Moriya.

Thinking of this!

Uekoe Kagemasa took out his satellite phone from his small safe and, in this silent midnight, dialed Moriya Tetsuya.

Bzz—bzz—bzz—

After a long waiting tone.

Click, the call connected.

Uekoe Kagemasa opened his mouth:

"Hello, Moriya-san, sorry to disturb you so late, but this is urgent...

"I'd like to speak with Mr. Gu Sheng, to discuss...

"Matters regarding share transfer."