Chapter 292: 188 Chapter Feel the Despair (Three More)_1
An hour later, Hoffman took off his glasses, wearily pinched the bridge of his nose, and couldn’t help but stop.
The ga was fun, the graphics were as exquisite as wallpaper, the character movents natural and coordinated, and the combat felt powerful. Whether it was bare-handed or with weapons, one could feel the thrilling sensation of blows landing on flesh.
The music and sound effects were great, too. It seed they were created by soone called the God of Music. Although the na didn’t quite fit with the modest elegance of the East, it had to be said that the person’s work was quite excellent.
The most captivating part was the story. It could be said that all other aspects of the ga served the narrative, with each component shing flawlessly, making it hard to imagine that it was the work of just a few people.
So, he couldn’t continue playing for the ti being.
The story’s transitions were too smooth, the overall experience too compelling, which made the unfolding tragedies before him all the more heartbreaking.
Every NPC was vividly alive, each with their own logic, personality, and life, and they held emotions like admiration or fondness towards the protagonist.
Then, they all died.
Moreover, death was the best outco. So turned into unrecognizable monstrosities, so were driven mad forever, and later beca bosses that attacked players.
The deeper the emotional connection, the more intense the agony when they turned enemies.
So, could one just lie down and accept it?
The answer was no.
Ti in the ga passed on its own, and all kinds of tragedies would unfold even if one did nothing—seemingly in the most horrific ways.
By trying to save people, perhaps a few could be saved.
But by doing nothing, not a single one could be saved.
Yet, if one tried to rush to save people, one would fall into another vicious cycle—the more you tried to save, the more tragedies ensued.
By the early to middle stages, Hoffman realized that every monster seed to have transford from a human. They were all innocent, but a pervasive poison in the world corrupted them, turning them into monsters.
For a man past fifty, this ga was truly too cruel.
After quietly resting for a mont, Hoffman turned to Huang Ping beside him and asked, “Excuse , are you…?”
“Huang Ping, the lead designer,” Huang Ping answered amiably.
“I’m Hoffman, one of the heads of Cayman Entertainnt. I’d like to ask if this ga is always this despairing, or just occasionally so.”
“Always like this.”
“Thank you, it’s very interesting.”
“Hmm?”
Huang Ping was sowhat taken aback by the unexpected complint, then realized that the old man didn’t seem to be forcing himself.
Although he was being tornted to end, it was like authentic spicy hot pot—painfully spicy, and yet satisfying in its pain.
And the interspersed light-hearted mini-gas were like milk-flavored ice cream that temporarily alleviated the tongue’s spiciness. But as one continued eating the hot pot, they would feel an even stronger burn.
For a Prussian with strong tastes, this stimulation was indeed too intense.
Having rested, Hoffman resud the ga. Each ti he witnessed a tragedy, he couldn’t help but clutch his chest, but then imdiately continued playing with enthusiasm.
For an entire day, he sat in front of the computer, relentlessly playing, trying to trigger every side quest and sighing over the irreversible fates.
Finally, when Huang Ping noticed he had been playing for too long, he couldn’t help but say, “Mr. Hoffman…”
Hoffman, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes: “Don’t worry about , I’m still hanging on.”
“I know you’re hanging in there, and you seem to be enjoying it quite a bit. But I wanted to say, it’s ti to close up shop.”
“Eh?”
That’s when Hoffman realized it was already five o’clock.
With a sigh of regret, he didn’t insist, and reluctantly said after saving, “It’s a pity, just when the story was getting to the crucial mont. Does this ga have a New Ga Plus?”
“Yes, and because you’ll be stronger, you can access more areas, unveil more truths, so it’s even more tragic.”
Clutching his chest, Hoffman exaggeratedly mimicked being shot, as if soone had stabbed him in the heart.
“Thrilling, this setup is really thrilling. Although I’d like to play a bit more, I respect your studio’s choice. Ah, and you, kitty.”
Petting the head of Sanmiao, who had been trying to play with the computer power cord, Hoffman asked, “Your studio’s cat is really cute, she’s always trying to play with .”
“Once she turns off your computer by lying on the power button, you won’t think she’s that cute,” Huang Ping said with a smile.
Haha, Huang Ping, you’re really funny. Cats turning off computers, can you imagine that?” Hoffman chuckled.
Huang Ping watched Sanmiao’s innocent face helplessly, thinking to himself, I didn’t believe it at first either.
In the following days, Hoffman ca to the studio on ti every day, played the ga on schedule, and was tornted by the plot twist after twist, yet each ti he played with great joy.
The not-so-complex main quest intertwined with the side quests, and the alluring characters were swiftly ‘snuffed out’ just as they appeared.
Sotis there are monts when nothing happened, but through so side storylines, Hoffman discovered that the companions around him seed to have changed from who they were before.
But when the change happened, whether it was before or after they t him, or what they had turned into… these were things he couldn’t know and didn’t want to find out.
After realizing he had also changed, Hoffman felt relieved instead, glad that the protagonist had already died, but then he fell into the philosophical dilemma of whether the personality that had personality was actually himself.
He spent a week playing through the first loop of the ga and was thoroughly satisfied.
Although he didn’t discuss serious matters during that week, all the serious matters were actually taken care of.
Through “Heavenly Demon,” he saw the capabilities of Fang Cheng Studio and felt confident about marketing this great ga.
After signing a most favorable agreent with Fang Cheng Studio, Hoffman shook Fang Cheng’s hand before leaving and said emotionally, “This ga is the best one I’ve seen recently. The excellent storyline coupled with great content has deeply moved . I sincerely hope this is a good start for us to move forward together.”
“It will be,” Fang Cheng calculated, then smiled and nodded.
Although he didn’t get to see the pandas, Hoffman felt pretty good.
The overseas gaming world might look thriving, but the gaming industry has fallen into a vicious cycle of major investnts and production, where most gas no longer seek gaplay but stability to reduce costs and increase profits.
Gas had started to beco monotonous, political correctness was becoming the norm—it was ti to give them a shock from the East, to show them what a good ga really looks like.
Hoffman, the old man, had an amazing ability to take action. As soon as he got back to Cologne, he imdiately started planning the launch. The demo version of “Heavenly Demon” began to be distributed for free.
dia partners and ga review organizations started operating; so strears began to broadcast the demo on YouTube, and the reactions after playing were consistent:
This ga is quite fun, but is it categorized correctly?
Though he seed friendly, Hoffman knew how to create a sensational marketing buzz.
The demo he released included the opening part of the ga, where the malice was neatly coated with a sugar layer, its venom not yet apparent, tasting sweet in the mouth.
Although it was just the first half, it was enough to catch many people’s attention.
Various comnts began appearing on YouTube and TikTok, and many were incredulous once they realized it was a ga from the East.
“Incredible…”
“Flying gave a scare and made realize this isn’t the traditional ga as we know it. I did so research; this is Sword Flight, a mode of movent for the gods in Eastern mythology, but with a romance quite different from the West.”
“Lighthearted, fun, the mini-gas are humorous and fresh, making the already casual genre even more relaxed.”
“I really like an elder in the starting village. He made feel not like a fellow villager but an elder of mine. He selflessly taught various skills, told his secret spots for gathering herbs without asking anything in return, and that made comfortable.”
“Agreed. In other gas, I’m off to save the world, to rescue people from peril; I will beco a great hero, and yet you want not to save the world but to help you find your lost dog? With a reward of five coins while you charge fifty for a wooden sword? Each ti this happens, I start to doubt if what I had done before was aningful.”
“My childhood sweetheart is so cute.”
“There’s sothing wrong with the ga tags.”
“My God, don’t tell I’m the only one who’s noticed this is a Fang Cheng Studio ga. I can’t wait to play the full version! I’ve set the date, taken annual leave; it’s going to be a gaming frenzy, and I can hardly wait anymore! Long live Fang Cheng Studio!”
“Madman… Wait, are you talking about the developers of ‘Quiet Cultivation’ and other gas, the ones I really liked on ‘Who is the Champion’? If that’s the case, I’m starting to look forward too.”
“Heavenly Demon” hadn’t officially launched, yet the ga had already generated so heat, drawing gars’ attention.
After all, once the gaming environnt was open, the market beca bilateral; your gas could co in, and ours could go out.
The gas from Fang Cheng Studio were a bit special; the horror genre couldn’t be sold dostically, but the demand for it always existed, and this ti it served as an excellent knock on the door, to see if there was a difference between the dostic horror sense and that abroad.
On the day the ga launched, Alan, who had been playing guitar and singing on the streets of Taiguli, glanced at his ssages and then said apologetically to the surrounding audience, “Sorry, that’s it for today.”
A chorus of disappointed sighs arose, and so dropped money into his guitar case, earning Alan’s sincere thanks.
After packing up his guitar and closing his stall, Alan waved goodbye to the other street vendors and walked to the subway station on his way back.
After spending a week in Rong City, he grew to like the place even more and decided to resign from his job to stay in Rong City for a while.
During this period, he helped Qiu Yu with ga music during the day, and in the evenings, he went to places like Taiguli to play guitar and busk.
The blond handso guy with an outstanding voice and skilled performance drew in various buffs; he earned well every day, enough to share rent and utilities with Qiu Yu, and his life was very comfortable.
Moreover, the security in Rong City was good, with almost no dubious characters to be seen on the streets, even at night, which was a rare treat in Gaul.
Wearing flip-flops, Alan returned to Qiu Yu’s place, left the barbecue he bought at the door, and then said, “Qiu Yu, are you still alive?”
“Still hanging on…”
“Co on, stop it, co out and have so barbecue.”
“No worries, I’ll work a bit longer.”
“‘Heavenly Demon’ has launched, and I bought a copy with my Gaul account; don’t you want to play it?”
A few minutes later, Qiu Yu, who had been up all night, crawled out.
He looked exhausted but still declared firmly, “I’ll play!”
That day, nearly all ga strears and review organizations experienced true despair.
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