"First ga... hmm. Average reviews, but playable. So suspicion of being a reskin, but it counts as a qualified ga. It can stay on the platform."
Takayuki printed out a spreadsheet beside his computer.
The sheet listed more than a hundred gas related to cyberpunk.
Every one of them used the word "cyberpunk" in its title, followed by a subtitle.
This kind of naming could actually affect Cyberpunk 2077 itself.
For people who didn’t know the details, seeing those nas would subconsciously make them think all these gas ca from the sa company.
If they then played one and found it bad, they’d naturally develop a dislike toward other gas of the sa type.
Ayano Tsukino was absolutely right about this—it was very likely to happen.
No... it was almost guaranteed.
Not everyone was rational enough to separate things clearly.
Takayuki marked a check next to the first ga and moved on to the second cyberpunk title.
The second ga was simply called Cyberpunk 2078.
Takayuki couldn’t help but mutter, "Wow, that’s shaless."
This wasn’t even trying to hide the hype-riding.
There was no need to hesitate or be polite with a title like this—he could just have the legal departnt deal with it directly.
This was far worse than the first one.
Still, he played it anyway.
About two hours later, Takayuki had gone through the early portion of the ga.
It was a Frankenstein monster of a ga.
A top-down perspective, gaplay similar to Diablo, yet sohow turn-based, with random encounter chanics on top of that...
The stitched-together gaplay systems were one thing, but the biggest issue was that the ga clearly used many unlicensed models. At this point, it was obvious that this was a blatant reskin.
No need for rcy—Takayuki marked a red X on the spreadsheet. It would be eliminated later.
Next ca the third ga: a cyberpunk-style rhythm ga.
It had minor reskinning, mostly just swapping its original art style for a cyberpunk aesthetic, but the music itself had nothing to do with cyberpunk at all. It was the kind of ga clearly made without care.
Takayuki marked another red X.
...
Without realizing it, the ti passed to after seven in the evening, and Takayuki was still carefully examining these cyberpunk gas one by one.
Just then, the phone rang.
He snapped out of it and glanced at the caller ID—it was his ho number.
Only then did Takayuki suddenly rember that he’d planned to go ho for dinner... but had completely forgotten once he got absorbed in playing.
He glanced again at the list in his hand.
More than a hundred cyberpunk-thed gas. Every single one was riding the hype without sha—but among them were a few with genuine bright spots, gas that managed to impress him at least a little.
If he eliminated all of them without thinking, it would be a real blow to those developers.
And now, those better gas didn’t need to worry about being buried or overlooked.
There were still nearly a hundred gas left...
Takayuki thought for a mont, then picked up the phone.
On the other end, Ayano Tsukino’s voice was calm. "Finished playing them all yet?"
"Nope. I’ve only gone through a dozen or so. If I want to play all of them properly, it’ll probably take three to five days."
"Then are you coming ho?"
"No. You eat without ."
Ayano Tsukino: "...I’ll bring food over. Playing that many trash gas must be brutal on your ntal health. If you don’t eat, I’m honestly worried you might drop dead."
Takayuki laughed. "Didn’t expect you to get so good at joking."
"I’m not joking. I’m serious."
"Alright, alright. Bring the food over."
Takayuki hung up and imdiately dove back into testing the gas.
One by one, these gas’ futures were being decided in his hands.
Every ga marked with a red X would be removed directly from the Battle platform. All players who had purchased them would receive unconditional refunds, and follow-up legal actions would begin.
Takayuki didn’t even know how long he’d been working. He only rembered that at so point, he fell asleep at his desk without realizing it.
When he woke up, it was already daylight.
Beside him were several bento boxes, each partially eaten.
They were brought by Ayano Tsukino. Takayuki couldn’t even rember when she’d arrived—she probably saw how busy he was and didn’t disturb him, just left the food and went on her way.
He’d eaten a few bites here and there while playing, treating it as dinner.
Takayuki couldn’t help but sigh.
It seed he really was getting older.
Back when he’d first crossed over, he’d had an unspoken "cheat"—he could go seven days and seven nights without rest and still be full of energy.
Now, that was clearly no longer possible. Just one day like this already pushed him to his limit.
Of course, another reason was that these gas were genuinely torturous.
If an ordinary person played this many bad gas, they’d have quit long ago, cursing the whole way.
Is this even playing gas?
This is basically serving a prison sentence!
"I’ve never suffered this kind of injustice in my life!"
Most people would probably think that.
But Takayuki was remarkably patient.
Good gas or bad gas—he played every one at least once.
What he enjoyed now wasn’t just judging whether a ga was good or bad, but the act of playing itself.
Even if that process felt like torture.
So no matter how good his stamina was, Takayuki still couldn’t withstand the punishnt of so many terrible gas and eventually collapsed into sleep.
If it were actual ga developnt work, he felt he could probably still go seven days and nights without rest.
Yeah... probably.
He wasn’t entirely sure.
With that thought, Takayuki once again threw himself into testing the gas one by one.
During this period, he lived like he was in seclusion—never stepping outside, staying in his office and almost continuously playing those gas.
Aside from Ayano Tsukino, no one else ca to bother him.
Most matters in the company were already handled by others. At this point, Takayuki could practically act as a hands-off boss and the company still wouldn’t collapse.
Yet Takayuki remained deeply passionate about developing gas on the front lines.
Even though this world had already reached his earliest dream—video gas rising to prominence and becoming mainstream culture—he still hadn’t given up on ga developnt.
He still loved making gas.
And he still loved playing them.
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