"Cheers!"
Mikfo’s celebration party was scheduled for the third day after the ga’s sales successfully surpassed three million units.
One million copies sold on day one.
One million on day two.
Another one million on day three.
The numbers were astonishing.
They ant that this ga already had the strength to stand shoulder to shoulder with top-tier titles.
And all of this had been achieved by a team of just over a hundred people.
To Myron Case, this was a milestone.
A milestone that signified real competition with Gastar Electronic Entertainnt.
Previously, every major sales record had been broken by Gastar Electronic Entertainnt.
Of course, the truly global records were still held by Gastar Electronic Entertainnt.
The records set by Infinite World rely broke the fastest-selling record within the United States.
But even so, it gave Myron Case trendous confidence.
To celebrate the ga’s strong sales, he decided to host a grand celebration ball in the liveliest area of the United States.
Even soone as strict as him relaxed considerably that day.
Everyone followed Myron Case in drinking, singing, and indulging themselves.
But where so people were happy, others were suffering.
Normally, the successful are happy, and the unsuccessful are miserable.
This ti, however, the situation was reversed.
The seemingly successful young man with the afro sat off to the side, drinking in silence with a heavy expression.
Others interpreted this as the reserved personality typical of a technical geek—perfectly understandable.
But he knew the truth.
The ga hadn’t co anywhere near his expectations, yet through aggressive marketing, it had been pushed to heights it didn’t deserve.
Over the past two days, he had been closely following online discussions.
On the first day, players were swept up in the excitent of what they believed to be a revolutionary, generation-defining ga.
By the second day, many players had begun to question it.
They felt the ga was boring, that much of the randomly generated content was extrely crude—far from beautiful or visually pleasing.
So worlds even had ecosystems that were outright counterintuitive, clashing sharply with normal human aesthetic instincts.
Still, there were even more people defending the ga.
They argued that an infinite universe naturally ant the existence of things that differed from normal human thinking—that this was precisely what made the experience feel more authentic.
For so reason, seeing these defenses made the young man feel uneasy.
Those people talked as if the ga were truly amazing, but as its developer, he knew better than anyone that the ga simply wasn’t very fun.
He believed that far more players must secretly feel the sa way he did.
But for now, he couldn’t quite articulate it clearly.
By the third day—today—voices of doubt had grown louder.
The ga was released on Mikfo’s official platform.
That platform was clearly modeled after Battle.
But it was a crude imitation.
All social features had been stripped away—there was no review system, no achievent system, no customization features, and no mod or workshop support.
Players had complained about this long ago, but Mikfo’s response had been painfully slow. Even after all this ti, none of those features had been added.
Under normal circumstances, such features should have been easy and quick to implent—unless Mikfo had other intentions.
The young man couldn’t help thinking that if Mikfo’s platform had a review system, the reviews would probably be disastrous by now.
Many fast-playing users had likely already realized how flawed the ga was.
What worried him most was the experience of those players.
"Hey, what are you doing over here? Co celebrate with us!"
The head of the ga developnt departnt staggered over, his face flushed red.
He was clearly drunk and in high spirits.
Infinite World had significantly increased his influence within the company.
Just that day alone, many departnt heads who rarely spoke to him had reached out to greet him.
And all of that was thanks to the young man with the afro.
"No, I’m not really in the mood to celebrate."
The young man drained the rest of his drink in one gulp and walked away without looking back.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to fit in—it was that the success he had gained felt undeserved.
"I know what you’re thinking, but you really should try to see things differently."
The departnt head patted him on the shoulder.
"Honestly, you can treat this ga purely as a comrcial product. The goal is profit—and we’ve already achieved that. Three million copies sold in three days. We’re just one step away from turning a profit. After that, reputation doesn’t really matter."
"I know. I understand the company’s strategy. But this is still sothing I created. I want to make it better. I was planning to go back later with the team to start maintaining and updating the ga—adding as much content as possible."
"That won’t happen," the departnt head said, shaking his head.
"Won’t happen? What do you an?"
"Now that the ga has succeeded, its value is already exhausted in the boss’s eyes. That’s why I told you to let it go. Our boss isn’t soone who loves gas—he sees them purely as comrcial products. When you joined this company, you should’ve been prepared for that. Continuing to invest in updates and maintenance won’t bring significant short-term returns, so the boss will absolutely refuse to invest further."
Half of the young man’s heart went cold.
The product he had poured his soul into was about to be abandoned.
And yet, so many things still hadn’t been realized.
At that mont, he began to regret seeking investnt from Mikfo.
"I’m telling you—your best option now is to pitch the boss a new big idea. Sothing flashy, sothing eye-catching. That way, he’ll be willing to invest again. After all, you’ve already proven yourself with one success. For a rookie ga developer, that’s incredibly rare. You should be happy."
But he couldn’t be happy.
All he could think about was making Infinite World into the ga it was ant to be.
But... there was no money.
What if he chose to walk away now?
The ga’s copyright was still in his hands. Mikfo’s investnt had already paid off. Technically, he could leave with the ga.
But then what?
What would he do next?
At that mont, Gastar Electronic Entertainnt ca to mind.
He should have chosen Gastar Electronic Entertainnt in the first place.
Perhaps his voice there would have been smaller—after all, they were overflowing with top-tier talent, and his ideas might not have stood out.
But at least there, ga developers were truly respected.
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