Ten thousand dollars. Ten thousand dollars!
That was all Dorothy could think about.
As for what she was streaming—it didn’t really matter anymore.
So when Fortnite was about to go live, she was practically counting down the seconds.
At that mont, there were only a dozen or so viewers in her livestream.
"Why isn’t Dorothy dancing today?"
"No idea. Looks like she’s planning to play a video ga."
"A video ga? What ga? Sothing interesting?"
"Seems like a new one. It’s called Fortnite."
"Which company made it?"
"I checked earlier. The studio is called Nintendo, a newly founded company. The investors are a big deal though—Lorenzo, the forr CEO of the Morgan Group."
"Why is Dorothy playing this kind of ga?"
"No clue. She’s been staring at the ga’s launch screen since the stream started."
The dozen viewers chatted away in the comnts, clearly puzzled by her unusual enthusiasm for this ga.
It didn’t co from a major studio, and the art style was cartoonish.
For adult viewers like them, that kind of visual style wasn’t especially appealing.
Of course, there were exceptions—Gastar Electronic Entertainnt’s gas always looked childish at first glance, yet sohow hit exactly the right spot.
For these viewers, though, the main reason they were watching was simple: habit.
They were used to Dorothy’s stream.
It was about companionship—years of it.
So no matter what Dorothy stread, they would watch.
"Sorry everyone, today’s stream is actually a sponsored deal," Dorothy said. "I have to stream this ga for at least four hours a day over the next month. I hope you’ll understand."
She’d noticed the discussion in her chat.
These dozen viewers were her most loyal supporters, and she didn’t want to lose them because of this ga.
"No need to apologize. We’ll watch whatever you stream."
They didn’t have much going on anyway, and Dorothy quickly promised that after completing her four-hour requirent, she’d return to her usual daily dancing and singing.
Finally, the countdown on Fortnite’s launch screen ended.
At the sa mont, strears everywhere received the notification.
They surged into the world of Fortnite all at once.
"Hello everyone. Today I’ll be streaming a brand-new video ga. I don’t know yet whether it’s good or not, but I believe it should be pretty fun."
At the sa ti, in another channel, a well-known gaming strear introduced Fortnite to his audience with a completely flat expression.
"Co on, your ad read is terrible. If the sponsor knew you were promoting their ga like this, they’d probably cancel the contract on the spot."
"Yeah, even if we know the ga doesn’t look great, you should at least explain it properly."
"Sorry, sorry—that was my bad," the strear said. "Let redo that, and then we’ll play."
His tone wasn’t very sincere.
He didn’t actually care about the ga at all.
He’d accepted the sponsorship purely because the money was good.
Streaming for a full month ant he’d earn $500,000 in ad fees—far more than his usual monthly inco of a little over $100,000.
He’d already planned to use the money to buy a car, so no matter what, he had to stream this ga properly.
Still... he just couldn’t bring himself to feel interested.
The ga didn’t look impressive at first glance, and the genre itself wasn’t popular.
More importantly, according to the info, it had only been developed for a few months by a newly founded studio.
From every angle, the ga seed to lack any real potential for success.
Honestly, if it weren’t for the money, he wouldn’t even give it a second glance.
"Alright, we’re in the ga interface now. I have to say, it’s pretty simple. The main nu is just matchmaking and a few costic options. Let’s check out the in-ga store first."
He clicked into the store.
"Hmm, the skins aren’t expensive—mostly between one and five dollars. Oh? This chicken-head costu is kind of funny, and it’s only a dollar. I’ll buy one. But viewers, if you’re interested, don’t impulse-buy like I did."
The chat imdiately started comnting.
"Graphics aren’t great. The total budget for this ga probably wasn’t very high."
"But I heard they spent a lot on advertising. Feels like they put the cart before the horse."
"Well, the ga was only in developnt for a few months. You can’t really spend more even if you want to."
"I’m already not interested at all. If I had sothing better to do, I wouldn’t even be watching."
"Sa here. Just killing ti."
Most viewers were watching purely out of curiosity.
They didn’t believe this ga had any chance of succeeding.
To them, it felt like nothing more than an opening stunt by the company.
Many so-called experts had already said it: this ga was just a stepping stone, a signal that Lorenzo wanted to enter the ga industry.
Maybe, before long, the Morgan Group would follow suit and beco a top-tier ga developer.
Even though Lorenzo had stepped down as Morgan Group’s CEO years ago, people still instinctively tied his actions to the company.
They saw this as so kind of signal for Morgan Group’s future.
After reading those analyses, players beca even less interested.
If not for the livestreams, they probably wouldn’t even look at the ga.
The advertisents alone were hardly enough to attract ordinary players.
"Alright, I’ve bought a skin. Let’s enter matchmaking and start the ga."
The strear clicked the matchmaking option.
Just a few seconds later, the match was found.
"Huh? That was fast."
"Oh right—there are a lot of strears playing right now. Looks like we’ve probably matched together."
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