Players were sowhat disappointed that they didn't see the sequel to Final Fantasy.
Previously, Gastar Electronic Entertainnt had officially announced that Final Fantasy 7 would form a standalone world-building series.
Then, in the future, multiple gas set in the sa world would be released, along with plans for movies and novels.
However, this conference did not reveal anything, not even news about Final Fantasy 8.
Of course, they also knew that it would take at least a year for a ga to be truly released. The hype around Final Fantasy 7 had not died down yet, so the next ga wouldn't be easy to make.
In the crowd, now in his early twenties, Ichiro Murakami stared blankly at the stage.
As each ga video was announced during the conference, he also showed a lancholic expression.
He had once founded the website "Ichiro's Gas."
And through the guidance of a mysterious online friend, he established a systematic ga rating system.
This also gave him a certain position in the gaming industry.
So ga developers had beco his friends.
However, when his father took control of his website, banning Ichiro Murakami from being impulsive for the sake of the family's well-being, the Ichiro's Gas website went down a purely comrcial path.
After that, he voluntarily left Ichiro's Gas, cashed out his shares, and left his father.
As for the current situation of Ichiro's Gas, he no longer cared.
But whenever he saw the booming gaming industry, he couldn't help but reminisce about the good tis in junior high school.
He could experience the latest gas firsthand, and he beca an opinion leader, guiding every player interested in electronic gas.
And now, he was just a college student with so money.
This ti, coming to the Entertainnt Consur Expo was also a wish fulfilled for him.
Then he would probably return to campus to continue studying computer science.
And in the crowd, there was another person, Takayuki.
At this mont, he also noticed Ichiro Murakami.
Takayuki was quite surprised by Ichiro Murakami's appearance.
It wasn't until now that he rembered this potential stock that he had once supported.
He had given advice to Ichiro Murakami in secret through a virtual pseudonym, allowing his website, Ichiro's Gas, to quickly beco a holy place for gars.
However, now Ichiro's Gas had completely deteriorated.
After Ichiro Murakami announced his departure, Gastar Electronic Entertainnt severed all communication with Ichiro's Gas, no longer providing any early access opportunities for the latest gas.
Later, Takayuki really wanted to talk to Ichiro Murakami.
But at that ti, there were always developnt plans, and he didn't have much ti.
When he had ti, he forgot about it.
It wasn't until now, seeing Ichiro Murakami, that he suddenly rembered this person.
Speaking of which, now that Ichiro's Gas had severed communication with Gastar Electronic Entertainnt, it gradually declined.
Now it seed to have beco a website that survived solely on a few junk ga ads.
Because of its foundation, it wouldn't completely collapse, but its position as a leader in the gaming dia field was fading away.
"Ichiro Murakami?"
Takayuki called out to Ichiro Murakami.
Ichiro Murakami turned his head, sowhat surprised that soone here knew him.
Then he saw a man wearing sunglasses and a mask standing not far away.
Vaguely, he felt a sense of familiarity.
He must have seen him sowhere.
"Hello, may I ask...?"
"It's , Takayuki. I didn't expect to see you here."
Ichiro Murakami widened his eyes, opened his mouth, and couldn't help but want to exclaim.
But he was quickly silenced by Takayuki.
"Shh, I don't want to be exposed here. I just want to take a look around. How about finding a quieter place to talk?"
"Okay! Of course!"
Takayuki!
The God of Gas!
He was his idol.
He didn't expect to et him again in this place.
About five or six years ago, he still vividly rembered the excitent and complexity of going to the old headquarters of Gastar Electronic Entertainnt one morning.
Excited and complicated.
The first ti he went, he was stopped by security guards who thought he was a fan of a ga and refused to let him in.
Then the next day, he tried again. Although the security guard still didn't want to let him in, he handed over the information he had prepared to Takayuki.
Then, he saw his idol.
Later, he independently signed a cooperation contract with Gastar Electronic Entertainnt for early reviews. All future gas from Gastar Electronic Entertainnt would be sent to Ichiro Murakami first. Ichiro Murakami only needed to truthfully describe the quality of the gas, regardless of whether they were good or bad, he had to ensure neutrality and objectivity.
Later, Ichiro Murakami also hoped to et Takayuki again, but Takayuki was the president of a large company and naturally didn't have much ti to deal with him, a re community manager.
However, Gastar Electronic Entertainnt had always fulfilled the contract, consistently providing the gas to him first, which made him enjoy many years of free gas, and he was always among the first to experience every batch of gas. This privilege was very rare.
Later, because of his disappointnt with his father's forced intervention, he chose to leave Ichiro's Gas. Unexpectedly, Gastar Electronic Entertainnt also severed ties with Ichiro's Gas for the first ti, which surprised him. At the sa ti, he also beca more and more appreciative of Gastar Electronic Entertainnt.
Over the past year or so of college life, in addition to daily studies, he had continued to play various gas from Gastar Electronic Entertainnt.
After many years, so things had changed, but the excitent of being able to et the God of Gas again did not diminish at all.
The two walked out of the entertainnt expo and found a nearby café to sit down.
"Would you gentlen like to order sothing?"
A woman dressed in Tifa's cosplay costu walked over, warmly welcoming Takayuki and Ichiro Murakami.
Because the café was close to the entertainnt expo, and the owner of this café was also a fan of electronic gas, the staff mbers were wearing various cosplay costus during the expo to serve custors. Unexpectedly, this led to an unexpected increase in turnover.
"How about a cup of Seventh Heaven exclusive coffee?" Takayuki joked.
"I want the sa!" Ichiro Murakami quickly raised his hand.
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