Agreeing to Create Bad Games, What the Hell Is ‘Titanfall’? Chapter 8: Even Picasso has to call you teacher

The people speaking, of course, were none other than President Shen Miaomiao and Ga Director Gu Sheng.

To be honest, from a business perspective, Chu Qingzhou's proposal made perfect sense.

And in this world, a lot of ga developers did the sa thing—riding the wave of a popular ga to quickly push out a sequel and cash in again.

However, Shen Miaomiao and Gu Sheng each had their own thoughts.

Shen Miaomiao's idea was simple—she wasn’t going to let Gu Sheng ride the hype again!

Right now, Cat Mario was blowing up, and its montum was stronger than ever.

The ga had low investnt and a short developnt cycle. Releasing a sequel at this point would be like jumping into a pit of fire. The system would lose its effect again.

So, she absolutely couldn’t let Gu Sheng benefit from this wave of popularity.

Gu Sheng’s reasoning wasn’t complicated either—he didn’t want to ruin his reputation.

Cranking out a sequel right after the first hit was a common tactic among ga companies here. They were terrified their next original ga would flop, so they’d milk the current success while it was still hot to secure quick and easy profits.

But Gu Sheng wasn’t thinking like that.

He was the man who had the Ga Vault System.

As long as the emotional value was high enough, his system could churn out an endless supply of gas!

He could casually pull out any one of them, and it’d still be a ga-changer in this world!

Why ruin his na and tank the company’s reputation just for a few thousand bucks?

After all, he was aiming to beco the King of Gas!

Besides, emotions were resilient. If a person stayed in the sa emotional state too long, they’d quickly build resistance.

If they launched another Cat Mario now, players might end up feeling burned out—or worse, turned off completely.

On a personal level, Gu Sheng was worried a sequel would hurt his reputation as a ga designer.

On a company level, he believed it would damage their image and potentially their future revenue.

So, Gu Sheng was firmly against a sequel.

After all, it hadn’t been easy to find soone like Little Nezha—a naive, deep-pocketed boss. He needed to cherish this opportunity, grow the company, and aim for greatness.

When both voiced their opposition, the two exchanged a glance.

Little Nezha raised her hand slightly, signaling for Gu Sheng to explain his reasoning.

Co on, she couldn’t exactly say she was against making money because she wanted the company to keep losing, right?

Gu Sheng nodded and began:

“From a business standpoint, Secretary Chu’s proposal is completely valid, but it’s a tactic more suited for established ga companies.”

“They’ve got the resources and tons of projects on hand, so of course they want to maximize profit in the shortest ti possible.”

“But we’re different.”

He glanced around at the people in the room. “We’re just a newly established ga company.”

“We were lucky to take the first step and finally make a mark in the market. Now isn’t the ti to reheat leftovers and risk coming off as creatively bankrupt.”

Then, he looked straight at Shen Miaomiao.

“So, President Shen, I’m applying to start a brand-new project. I want to develop a ga completely different from Cat Mario.”

“And I want to increase the investnt to try sothing more ambitious.”

YES!!

That’s the spirit!!!

Shen Miaomiao, who had looked disinterested a mont ago, instantly lit up when she heard “increase the investnt.”

More investnt? Great!

The bigger the investnt, the better!

Ideally, she’d love to throw money into a black hole!

At his words, her big eyes sparkled with surprise and delight.

“Looks like Director Gu already has sothing in mind. That’s great!”

In Shen Miaomiao’s opinion, Cat Mario’s success was about 80% dumb luck.

But no one gets lucky all the ti, right?

Even Gu Sheng himself admitted that their success was “lucky.”

In other words, he had zero confidence in his next ga!

This new project? Just a gamble!

Sounded like a surefire way to lose money!

Perfect for her!

Shen Miaomiao felt a new fla ignite in her heart as she nodded:

“So, what kind of ga is your new project, Director Gu?”

“Uh... it’s kinda hard to explain.”

Faced with her question, Gu Sheng paused for a second.

“If I had to categorize it, I’d say it’s a multiplayer, competitive, role-playing puzzle ga.”

What the h*ll?!

As soon as he said that, not just Shen Miaomiao and Chu Qingzhou—even the finance director jolted upright in shock!

Are you stacking buffs or sothing?

What kind of Frankenstein ga was this?

Role-playing? Multiplayer combat? And also a casual puzzle ga??

How the h*ll did you mash all that together?

Also!

From what she knew, the ga industry was dominated by just four main genres: ACT (action gas), MOBA (multiplayer online battle arenas), FPS (first-person shooters), and RCG (racing gas).

The first two were dominant on PC platforms.

The latter two ruled the motion-sensing capsule ga market.

But Gu Sheng’s ga?

It had none of that!

For a mont, even Shen Miaomiao hesitated.

“Uh—what?”

Shen Miaomiao even thought she misheard:

“Sorry, Director Gu, I... didn’t quite get that.”

Of course you didn’t.

Gu Sheng sighed internally.

This ga was way too abstract. Not only was it beyond what this world’s gas could express, even in his previous life it would’ve been considered wildly unconventional.

“To put it simply…”

Gu Sheng tried to describe the ga in the most basic terms possible:

“One player plays the dad. The other plays the baby. It’s a head-to-head match.”

“The dad’s goal is to keep the baby alive during the match ti.”

“The baby’s goal... is to try every way possible to get themselves killed.”

Silence.

The room fell completely silent.

Gu Sheng’s explanation left the three won totally brain-dead.

They couldn’t even find the right word to describe how utterly abstract this ga idea was.

One thought echoed through all their minds:

Did a carbon-based lifeform really co up with this?!

The “dad vs. baby” setup was already insane.

But the win condition—“the baby trying to die as much as possible”—was downright deranged!

What kind of hellspawn ga was this?

How could soone say such a cold-blooded idea with such a casual tone?

Was Gu Sheng’s ntal health stable??

Under their strange gazes, Gu Sheng gave an awkward smile, looking like a sunny, cheerful young man.

In the end, he looked toward Little Nezha, who seed to be running so intense ntal calculations.

“So, President Shen... can we greenlight this project?”

Shen Miaomiao was silent for five full seconds before slowly nodding.

Yes.

Yes, absolutely.

With an idea like that, you're way overqualified to be working in a ga company.

Go back in ti a hundred years and even Picasso would’ve called you “Master.”