After staring at his phone for a minute or two, Evans started laughing as he looked at . “Brooks, your ga isn't even showing up on the list, are you sure you published your ga correctly?”
Hearing Evans' comnts, the other students looked at him in confusion, then looked at with a little sympathy, since if my ga that was posted today wasn't on the last page, the only reason would be that I published the ga incorrectly.
At this point everyone was expecting to be surprised or worried about it, but I didn't even take my eyes off the nu as I answered.
“Look at the previous page, the last ti I looked I was almost out of the last page, right now I should be one page up.” I said with disinterest.
Hearing this, doubt appeared in everyone's eyes.
Even those who weren't paying much attention to the discussion focused on what Evans was about to say, since if my ga jumped from the last page to the next page on the first day of release, that would be surprising.
Uncertain, Evans looked at the screen of his cell phone doubtfully and clicked on the previous page.
Looking through the long explanatory titles of the other gas and suddenly a ga with just a na in the middle, he found my ga with ease.
'Did his ga really go up a page even though it was posted today? On that page, didn't the gas have to have at least 50 players online to participate? Did he ask his friends to play the ga and help him rank higher? ' Evans thought in doubt as he remained quiet, not wanting to give himself the satisfaction of proving him wrong.
But that wouldn't work, he had already attracted the attention of all the students at the table, so who were also on this page, others who were on the last page even though they had posted their gas more than a week ago, hearing that it was possible that my ga was doing well, they beca curious.
“Hey Tyler, is his ga really on that page? Or did he just post the wrong ga and it's not showing up?” One of Evans' closest friends asked with interest.
This question made Evans look at him with a bad expression, but he answered. “I found his ga, it's in the middle of the penultimate page, probably with 50 to 70 Players? Not bad Brooks, maybe you can get a few more pages up before the end of the test, who would have thought that the worst student in recent years would get a result that isn't the worst? Haha.”
Having chosen what I was going to eat, I finally took my eyes off the nu and picked up the tablet on the restaurant table to place my order.
As I placed my order, I finally looked at Evans with a mocking smile. “Really? 70 Players? That's good, when I left ho only 90 Players had tried my ga, if 70 Players are playing it ans they really liked it, a 78% retention is very good, what's the retention of your ga, Evans?”
Hearing my mocking reply, not only was Evans surprised, but the other students at the table also looked at in shock.
They probably couldn't rember a single ti Theo had responded to Evans in all five years of college.
Being confronted by soone he considered 'weaker' in front of all his classmates was not sothing Evans expected, so under the gaze of everyone waiting for an answer, he beca visibly irritated and replied.
“You have high retention because you still have few Players, Brooks. When you have more than a thousand people trying out your ga it will drop naturally, don't get cocky...”
Hearing his response, the other students also nodded, considering it reasonable, after all, pleasing 70 people can be luck, maybe I was just lucky to find the right audience, but that wouldn't necessarily continue after more Players tested the ga.
But my smile remained plastered on my face, still looking at Evans mockingly as I shrugged. “Really? That's a good excuse to use on your pillow before you cry yourself to sleep.”
Hearing my mockery even clearer than before, so students even stood with their mouths open in shock, while Evans turned even redder, glaring at angrily.
“I know you're not used to succeeding in anything you do, Brooks, but don't let it go to your head, for soone so used to failing, you should see your place and not let pride cover your eyes.” Evans scoffed as he put his cell phone away and turned to talk to his friends.
“Tsk, so much talk for just that?” I scoffed in a slightly lower voice and went back to ordering my food.
I know that if I provoked him any further, Evans would probably get up from the table and try to attack , and considering our difference in physique, it's very likely that I'd lose.
My body only began to evolve today when I started applying Neurological False Feedback to myself, so it would still take a long ti to catch up with him, not to ntion that Evans was talented at fighting and using knives, no wonder his ga was top of the college list.
Not to ntion that I didn't want to get involved in a cliché young masters fight as soon as I ca to another world, so I just ignored him, just like he did , and started talking to the other students around .
“Jeez, Theo, what did you do to make your ga do so well? My ga is struggling to maintain an average of 30 Players, everyone joins my ga and only stays a short ti before giving up...” Said the boy who defended when I arrived.
Smiling at him, grateful that he had spoken up for while Evans was talking garbage, I asked. “What's your ga like?”
“My ga is about practicing throwing spears at human enemies in the forest.” The boy explained.
After his explanation, I kept looking at him curiously, waiting for the rest of the explanation, but he stayed quiet too, just staring at .
'????'
'That's the only explanation?! Where's the rest of the ga?!
Seeing that he really had nothing else to explain to , I understood where the problem with his “ga” lay.
The “ga” wasn't a real ga, just a virtual training world with humanoid characters coming towards the Player.
Probably the greatest work he did, and the reason other people bothered to play the ga, was because they could face humanoid enemies.
The problem with this is that the ga had no sense of progression or achievent.
The Player had no reason to keep playing other than to repeat the sa boring, monotonous training.
Knowing that when my ga beca popular other Ga Creators would realize the advantages of making fun gas and think of ways to make their gas fun, I might as well give these people so tips and get their goodwill, you never know when networking will be important.
“How about making a progression system in your ga? For example, with each enemy the player kills in your ga, the spear they use gets prettier? This might encourage more people to keep playing to see all the spears available, or just to want to collect all the spears.” I suggested the most basic thing he could do.
Hearing this tip, not only was the boy shocked to think how simple it was, but how much more fun the ga would be because of this small change, but all the other students at the table who heard my tip were shocked.
Everyone's gas were very similar, so a change like this would easily fit into everyone's ga.
Hearing this, everyone turned to look at while the brave ones, or those with more affinity with the old Theo decided to ask as well.
“Theo, what about my ga? What do you think I can do to improve?” One girl asked shyly.
Rembering that she had helped the old Theo with so howork he had struggled with in the past, I too smiled politely at her and thought of so simple tips to make her ga more fun and interesting for the audience.
These tips I gave would co naturally to people when they saw how successful my ga would be, it's not like it would make them Runestone's competitors, so helping them wouldn't hurt.
Because of the monster invasions that began a few decades ago just as electronic gas were beginning to erge in my other world, and the deaths caused by these invasions, the people of that world completely ignored that gas could be fun and placed extre emphasis on how practical the ga was and how much it increased people's survival.
This ant that deaths from monsters decreased a lot, but as a consequence people lost the chance to understand how much fun electronic gas could be.
Gas with magnificent stories that no movie could tell, gas that were more competitive than traditional sports, all kinds of feelings that gas could cause were completely unknown to these people.
At that point I felt as if I had traveled to a dieval world where people had all the ingredients to eat a delicious pizza, but because they didn't know about it they were still stuck eating only hard bread.
When they taste pizza for the first ti their minds would be opened, causing many to try to figure out what other delicious foods they could make with the ingredients they have, but while they will be stuck in the process of trial and error to figure out what might be tasty, I already have a recipe book with the world's tastiest foods that I will be able to cook to forge my way to the top.
With the two tips I gave to the two colleagues, the other students were impressed that these tips could also help their gas and approached to ask how their ga could be improved.
I helped with a few more questions until my food arrived, and when I started to eat they had the good sense to stop asking about it and let eat, going back to chatting about the random things they were talking about before I arrived.
Every now and then I would also comnt on sothing they were talking about, making everyone stop talking and listen to , a completely different treatnt to when they still thought I was just Theo who ca last in all the tests.
The feeling of being appreciated was very nice, I wouldn't let it go to my head, but I wouldn't waste the opportunity either.
The one who wasn't at all pleased with becoming the center of attention was Troy Evans, who stared at as if he could shoot lasers out of his eyes.
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