Takayuki hadn't continued to dig deeper into the smartphone market, which gradually put Myron Case at ease.
Still, he couldn't afford to be careless. Who knew when Takayuki might suddenly act outside the norm again? If possible, Myron figured he should expand his own influence in the smartphone sector as much as he could.
As long as it was just Facebook he was dealing with, he was still confident he could handle it.
anwhile, over on Takayuki's side, the Nintendo Direct-style showcase was fully prepped and ready to go.
Ga showcases were rarely held in the middle of the year—most were concentrated in the first and second halves. So the timing of this reveal ca as a surprise to many.
At the sa ti, rumors began to circulate online that Gastar Electronic Entertainnt was about to unveil its next-generation console.
This instantly electrified gars everywhere.
...
It had been so long since Gastar announced a new console.
Fans could hardly believe it.
They'd been waiting for this mont for what felt like forever.
The news even made Myron Case suddenly realize: so this was why Takayuki had gone quiet—he was gearing up to reveal his new console.
Previous leaks all pointed to a handheld device. And based on information from chip suppliers and other sources, Gastar really had been purchasing mobile-class chips, not ho console-level ones.
This made Myron a bit dismissive.
Trying to win back the market with a handheld?
Impossible. Handhelds no longer had the dominance they once did. Smartphones were the real future.
The showcase was scheduled for Japan's evening hours, perfectly tid for people relaxing at ho—and also hitting U.S. audiences during their dayti. It was the optimal ti to announce a new console and gas lineup.
When evening arrived, Tokyo TV halted all regular programming on the dot.
And gars knew exactly what that ant.
More people than usual were glued to their TVs.
So even brought out snacks and drinks to enjoy the event like it was a priti show.
Others were fully ready to celebrate the unveiling of a new console.
At exactly 8:00 PM, the showcase aired live on Tokyo TV.
Simultaneously, it was also stread on Facebook's video platform and Gastar's official website.
"It's here, it's here!"
At Kazuo Murakami's ga review company, none of the employees had gone ho. They'd all chosen to stay and watch the showcase together at the office.
Kazuo had even set up a massive screen—about the size of a small movie theater—so hundreds could easily see every detail.
Whenever the company had events or big reveals to watch, they used this screen. It had beco one of the office's most beloved traditions.
They weren't just doing this for work—they were gars themselves, eager to see what kind of console Gastar was about to drop.
"What do you think the specs of this handheld will be?"
"I think at the very least, it'll match the GS1. That way we could even replay so of those GS1-era gas on it."
"No way a new console would rely only on old gas. I bet it'll be even more powerful. I've heard from a few sources that the chip they're using is pretty impressive."
"Huh? What sources?"
"That's a secret for now."
As the chatter continued, Kazuo Murakami spoke up. "Alright, quiet down. Let's watch the showcase first, then we can talk specs."
Everyone instantly fell silent, eyes locked on the screen.
The Gastar logo faded in, followed by a sizzle reel—a montage of iconic ga music and clips from all of Gastar's legendary first-party gas.
"Super Mario!"
"Zelda!"
"Need for Speed!"
...
With each ga that appeared, soone in the room reacted with excitent.
Every person there had once been moved by at least one of these titles. These gas were the reason they fell in love with gaming.
In their hearts, they viewed Gastar as a kind of divine entity.
Without companies like this, they wouldn't have the incredible gas they cherished.
Compared to Gastar, most other studios didn't even co close.
Every ga in the sizzle reel was a certified masterpiece.
And right now, many other ga companies were also watching the stream.
So were new to the industry. Others had once competed with Gastar.
They all wanted to get a glimpse of this mysterious new handheld—see if it was a threat or an opportunity.
But watching the reel, many of them felt like crying—tears of envy, if anything.
So many.
So many top-tier IPs.
Gastar had created so many ga series that even picking just one would be enough to support a mid-sized, or even large, studio.
And Gastar had dozens of them. Each one a money-making machine.
Who wouldn't be jealous?
If they had even half this IP library, they could practically sit back and coast.
So studios had already thought up dozens of ways to milk these IPs dry.
But those IPs didn't belong to them.
All they could do was dream.
The sizzle reel lasted about five minutes—barely enough to even scratch the surface of Gastar's imnse catalog.
Sotis, having too many IPs can be its own kind of burden. But only Gastar had that "problem."
When the reel ended, the screen went black—then a woman's voice spoke.
"It's starting! This is the real showcase now!"
Everyone snapped to attention, their eyes fixed on the screens.
"Huh? A female voice? Isn't Takayuki usually the one who hosts these things?"
People who were familiar with Gastar's showcase style were clearly puzzled.
"Yeah, why is it a woman this ti?"
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