Just Practice More!
Brother Yin, with his head held high, exclaimed, "What kind of game do you want to use to challenge me next? I fear nothing now!"
"The next game will surely leave you at a loss for words, claiming it's very easy," Ye Feng confidently declared.
"So sure about it?" Brother Yin was taken aback. "Aren't your games supposed to be simple, just requiring hands to play? Just practice if you're bad, as your games are indeed very easy."
"Well, you all better be prepared," Ye Feng didn't reveal his plans, but he had already envisioned a game that would question players' consciences.
Looking at war from a different angle, what choices will people make in desperate situations?
Though everyone claimed his games were very simple, even the clumsiest players could handle them easily.
"I don't believe it," Brother Yin shook his head instantly. What game could be difficult for him?
The bullet comments also expressed disbelief:
"The gods are angry with you!"
"Cursed to death, you lost 114514 cells."
"Giant: You're really hopeless, **!"
"Just practice if you're bad."
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"Well then, I'll end it here for today. Three months from now, I hope you'll all greet our new game with a smile," Ye Feng bid everyone farewell and ended the call with Brother Yin.
Brother Yin glanced at the popularity of his live stream and was surprised to see millions of viewers online for the entire night!
The online numbers in this world were genuine, with no falsification.
Normally, his live stream had tens of thousands of viewers at most.
With this, he had become one of the top streamers on the platform.
After all, not all streamers could maintain a stable number of viewers every day.
"Everyone's here so quickly!" Brother Yin's eyebrows twitched in response.
"Now, I'll share some good news and bad news. The good news is that three months from now, we'll have a new game to play."
"The bad news is that three months from now, we'll start a new round of suffering and torment," he said with a peculiar expression.
Initially, he only wanted to prank more players to try the game "Digging for Ascension." But unexpectedly, the designer took up the challenge and made the game remarkably outstanding.
Regarding the game's rating, there were two types: the classic numerical score and another survey-like feedback mechanism unrelated to the rating.
Currently, "Digging for Ascension" and "Death Cell" both had scores above 9.0.
Under the games' ratings, all reviews indicated "Very Easy" and were accompanied by high scores.
Incredulous players, lured by these reviews, downloaded the game, but less than half an hour later, they came out in misery, seeing the sea of "Very Easy" responses. They were utterly dumbfounded.
Guys, you've been tricked.
Is this really considered "Very Easy"?
Do you people have a conscience?
Some of the reviewers were well-known game critics, and some players downloaded the game based on their reviews.
Every time someone mentioned "difficulty," veteran players with big grins would step up.
"This is supposed to be difficult? Such a simple game, just use your hands, practice if you're bad."
"Your princess is in another castle."
"Just practice more."
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As the players progressed in the game, the entire story unfolded gradually.
Upon reaching the ending, a sense of dark humor pervaded.
Everything was dead, destroyed. The elixir was gone, and the island was beyond salvation. Yet, the King's wish was fulfilled, no matter the cost.
Then, another "green and oily" King appeared, and history repeated itself.
The former King had zealously mined red crystals, aiming to create the Philosopher's Stone. However, the cave contained not only red crystals but also monsters and toxins.
The King believed the alchemist's promise of immortality.
The alchemist directly used the red crystals on a corpse, but there was no reaction. In the end, the mixture of corpses and piles of wasted red crystals was dumped into the graveyard.
The complex mix of these corpses and red crystal residues infected the entire graveyard's plants, which then spread to the slumbering sanctuary, gradually permeating into the sewers.
The seeds of the plague began to take root and sprout here.
At that time, they didn't notice the issue and continued their research.
Experiments on corpses proved futile, so they resorted to living subjects, using prisoners from the dungeon.
During the game, players could learn the entire story through various fragments. The protagonist found a note next to an experimental table.
"Using crystals on the bodies shows no effect so far, but I can't give up the experiments!"
Beside the note was a transparent glass container with red and blue liquids bubbling, constantly reacting.
The island began giving birth to mutated creatures due to the waste of various live experiments poured into the sewers.
The prisoners in the dungeon were fed with rats and crows infected with the plague, and visitors brought the virus back to Misty Harbor. The city was quickly plagued.
Now the plague had leaked from the prison. To contain it and hide the news of the King's pursuit of immortality, the King ordered all villagers who had visited the prison and those showing suspicious symptoms to be locked inside. Disobeying this order would result in extreme punishment.
Initially, villagers only buried the dead, but soon they had to battle the bodies.
On the throne, the King, once the hero of the island, chose to protect his own territory regardless of the lives of the people. Guards climbed the walls and were on high alert.
All this had no effect on controlling the plague, and the guards grew bored, finding ways to pass the time.
For example, hanging up exhausted prisoners, or throwing a death-row inmate down and listening to their desperate screams.
The King had two powerful aides, the King's Hand and the Guardian Giant.
Though they disliked each other, both despised the alchemist.
The Giant had a strong sense of justice and repeatedly advised against ignoring the spread of the plague, but the King didn't pay him any attention. Eventually, the Giant led a revolt among the people, leading to the infamous Bloody Revolt Night.
That night, the sky was dyed red with blood and fire, and corpses were everywhere. The graveyard had no space left to bury them.
The corpses began to mutate, and the entire island spiraled out of control.
The King abandoned the prison and retreated to the mountaintop castle, watching the disintegration of the kingdom and the island turning into a hell filled with monsters.
The desperate King summoned the alchemist, hoping this mysterious figure could save the kingdom or perhaps save him.
The King had unwavering faith in the alchemist.