On the big TV screen, the team Carson and his crew were rooting for ended up losing the match.
If it were any other ti, they would've already exploded in anger, using their drunkenness as an excuse to start smashing things.
But at this very mont, they were all completely distracted by sothing else.
No one cared about the match result anymore—who won or lost no longer mattered.
On the small TV in front of the young bartender, a very similar scene was playing out.
Their favorite team was dominating, scoring goal after goal within just a few minutes. In the blink of an eye, they had already netted five or six goals.
Everyone stared at the screen in disbelief—this kind of performance was rare!
"Hey kid, what is that thing? How can you control the team?" Carson asked, wide-eyed.
The young bartender paused the ga and held up the controller. "This? It's a ga console. Haven't you ever seen one?"
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These guys' lives mostly revolved around fighting, playing football, or working odd jobs. That was pretty much it. And since this European town was relatively isolated, they didn't know much about newfangled electronics.
Even though the internet had already beco widespread, very few people in this town used it.
The young bartender patiently explained, "It's an entertainnt device. On this console, you can play football gas like this—you control your favorite team and dominate, just like I'm doing."
"So I can use a British team to beat the crap out of those trickster teams?"
"Of course. It's all in your hands."
"Let try!"
The young bartender imdiately stepped aside and handed over the controller.
He had already set the ga's difficulty to the lowest level, so after getting the hang of the controls, anyone could start steamrolling.
He figured if they could vent their aggression through a video ga, maybe they'd stop causing trouble in the bar.
That was his hope, anyway.
Carson kept his eyes glued to the TV.
He was the first among them to notice the ga, and now a thought had taken root in his mind—he wanted a console of his own.
"Hey, where can I buy one of those?" he asked, without taking his eyes off the screen.
He was completely absorbed by the ga's graphics.
At this point, ga visuals were already impressive. Sure, so textures were still blurry, but for anyone seeing a modern ga for the first ti, it was breathtaking.
The FIFA ga featured realistic, dynamic player models. So of their movents mirrored real-life football stars perfectly—the way they kicked, celebrated after scoring, huddled together—it was just like watching a real match!
"Oh, that? I asked soone in the city to buy it for . Not too expensive—just 299 euros for the console. If you want to play the ga, it's another 59 euros."
Carson quickly started calculating his savings.
Hmm... still a bit short. But if he picked up a few shifts, he'd have enough.
He was determined—no matter what, he was going to buy one!
"But honestly," the bartender added, "if you really want to play, I'd recomnd getting the GS1 console and a ga called Super Football Championship. That one also just released, and it uses the real team and player nas."
Carson looked confused. "Is it more fun than this one?"
"Hmm... I'm not sure yet. I preordered Super Football Championship, but it hasn't arrived. Should be here in two or three days."
"Two or three days, huh... When it gets here, call . Here's my number."
Carson scribbled his phone number onto a scrap of paper and shoved it into the bartender's hand with surprising seriousness.
"Don't forget. You better call —or else," he said with a smirk.
The young bartender had no choice but to nod. "Got it."
But then Carson grinned and said, "From now on, we're friends. If you ever need anything—soone to rough up, for example—just call . I'll take care of it!"
That was probably the only way Carson knew how to help people.
The young bartender wanted to say, "If you all could just stop wrecking the bar, that'd be help enough."
But saying that might've backfired, so he kept quiet.
"Hey hey, look! I scored! Turns out I've got a real talent for this football stuff! That was easy!" shouted the guy playing.
He was thrilled.
The learning curve for video gas wasn't too steep, and the bartender had set the ga to the lowest difficulty. At that level, the opposing AI played like headless chickens, running aimlessly instead of chasing the ball.
The player was practically unstoppable, scoring goals left and right.
If the bartender were playing right now, he probably would've scored three or four already.
But these guys didn't care about high scores—they were just having fun. When their buddy scored, they all cheered loudly.
This was way more fun than just watching a football match. In real matches, they could only sit and watch the outco unfold, but here, they could change it themselves!
Their earlier agitation genuinely started to subside. At least, there were no signs of any fights breaking out.
It wasn't just Carson's crew either. A few curious custors had also gathered around.
They were football fans themselves, and the idea of a football ga you could control was fascinating.
Once it was clear the troublemakers weren't going to start anything, others worked up the courage to co closer too.
Before long, most of the bar was buzzing with excitent. It was one of the most peaceful nights the bar had ever seen.
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In the early hours of the morning, the bar finally closed for the day.
"Son, well done," the bar owner said. "I didn't think that childish thing would actually calm them down."
The young bartender replied proudly, "Dad, it's not childish—it's a new form of entertainnt. Just like watching movies or playing sports. You really need to stop being so old-fashioned."
"Yeah yeah, whatever. You did a great job today. Doesn't matter if it's childish or not."
After turning off the last light, the young bartender looked at the console sitting in the middle of the bar.
Video gas really were sothing special. Just a small screen, and yet it could bring people together like this.
Actually, he was a big fan of Gastar Entertainnt's gas. It was just that their football title hadn't released yet, which was why he'd settled for FIFA and the Suri console. But even that turned out to be pretty fun.
Still, he was looking forward to Gastar's version even more.
Because, as always, their gas weren't just gas—they were the benchmark of the industry.
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