Game Design: It is Very Simple For You To Fill In?

  Chapter 132 We are all creators

   "Very—simple! Isn't it light~light~loose~loose!"

  Lao Hua recorded the video of each level of his own, and naturally got the bounty of one thousand yuan.

  In his continuous record, the number of his fans is also growing rapidly.

   All videos have millions of views.

   "Relax!" When he cleared all the levels, he laughed provocatively.

  The audience was happy to see him like this,

  ‘As miserable as the process was, as happy as the ending. '

  ‘When I first followed him, there were only a few thousand fans, but now there are one million…’

  ‘Old Thief’s game has really supported a large number of anchors, and all game anchors can find a living here. '

  'Happy, everyone likes to watch others break the defense, right? '

  ‘Can this pass? Is the old consumption really not AI and scripts? '

  'Sigh and gasp can happen at the same time! '

  …

   And just when the old man was about to go to heaven, Germination Studio released a new game update notice.

  【Open the game map production system, players can upload their own iwanna game maps, and upload the game after review, Germination Studio will pay the producers income according to the likes of the map by the players. 】

  As soon as the news came out, Lao Hua received the content of the message.

   Hiss—

  At that moment, the audience in the live broadcast room heard a gasp of cold air and the sound of a pounding heartbeat at the same time.

  ‘At this moment, I clicked on the map making system. '

  ‘At this moment, the old thief gave the happiness to the player~~’

  ‘Lao Hua, just wait, you are finished! '

  ‘Happiness is here! '

  ‘The map has been uploaded! Hurry up and try it! '

  …

   Lao Chao looked at the extra map levels in the game in an instant, and his whole body became bad.

   "The levels you made are reasonable. I really don't believe that it's difficult for an old thief to make it." He said that he randomly clicked on one of them.

  There is only one small thorn in the whole map.

   "A thorn?" Although he said he didn't care, he still cautiously didn't step forward.

   "But I don't believe what tricks you can play with just one puncture!"

   "Watch me seduce~" When he tentatively jumped on the spikes to seduce him back, the subsequent changes in the spikes instantly made his eyes widen.

   "King! De! Fa!"

  The live broadcast room fell into endless silence, but the barrage filled the entire screen.

  'Holy shit, this year's netizens are really talented, I really thought it was just a simple spike. '

  'It's just a spike, isn't it simple and easy? (dog head)'

  'It's too bad, even worse than the old thief, I really convinced you. '

  ‘The function has just been opened, and the fun has just begun~’

  ‘Bang bang, do you know how painful Lao Hua is? Do you know how happy I am? '

  ‘This short spike will take a lifetime to heal. '

  ‘Is Lao Mao’s hair still alive? '

  …

  When the authority is given to the player, the style of the game begins to change.

  ‘I’m really convinced of you old sixes, but I can feel the happiness of the old thief at this moment. '

  ‘Everyone is calling an old thief, but everyone is being an old thief (licking mouth). '

  ‘One thing to say, those bloggers are really powerful. The maps made by MD players are not like this, and they can pass the level. Isn’t it really a TAS machine? '

  'Aren't these maps really pictures that bloggers manipulated and posted in the later stage? '

  ‘Actually, there is nothing difficult. '

  ‘The makers of these maps are really born, my internal organs are hurting when I look at it. '

  …

  After the function was launched, those players who suffered in the old thief game became creators here one after another.

  Some netizens on the Internet even suspected that there are so many inappropriate designers in the world, maybe they are employees of the old thief game company secretly setting up plans to torture players.

   There are only three days left before the official opening of the mainframe.

  The console will be released soon, and Ye Feng gave everyone a week off.

  Although the **** had already been set, he still couldn't calm down when things were about to happen.

  Before the release of the console, Ye Feng went home.

  Because I had already called before returning, so when I got home, I saw a hot meal.

   "Congratulations, son!" At the dinner table, Father Ye poured himself a rare glass of wine.

   During this period of time, he has worked hard to understand the relevant knowledge of the game, but it may be difficult to understand the things due to the gap of the times.

  In the end, he and Mother Ye only knew that this was a very powerful thing.

   "We don't understand about the mainframe, but if you encounter difficulties in your career, you must tell your parents and don't hold it in your heart." Father Ye filled himself with wine again, and sighed silently.

  Some time ago, he saw a lot of news about the unsalable consoles on the Internet, so he naturally knew that this was his son's joint venture.

  During that time, they were extremely anxious, but they didn't dare to call Ye Feng for fear of making him even more upset.

  What did those people on the Internet say? Said that he really lost Waterloo this time, and none of the hosts he cooperated with could match the sales of competitors.

  Ye Feng saw his dejected and annoyed look and immediately knew what happened. He couldn't help but shook his head with a smile, "Dad, the slow sales of the host is just a joke to me. It's not a big deal."

   "It's good to be joking, it's good to be joking, but if you have any questions, you must tell us, you know?" Father Ye sighed.

  The sales explosion on the last day also proved that the previous slow sales were indeed a joke.

  After that day, he read many analysis posts on the Internet, which said that there were many factors in the mainframe's slow sales this time.

   There's the horror game element, but there's also the joke element...

   I don’t know where a group of evil players gathered. They secretly recruited other people, and insisted that they would torture the old thief and frighten him vigorously.

  ‘Can’t sell the goods, doesn’t it scare him to death? '

  At that moment, he realized that he really didn't understand the game, he didn't understand the players, and he didn't even understand the so-called torture they said...

   "If you don't read so many good posts on the Internet before, just read the ones that say I'm going to fall from the altar." Ye Feng couldn't laugh or cry.

   "Your dad is like that. He would click on those posts that say bad things about you, and then he couldn't sleep all night." Mother Ye couldn't help laughing.

   "Aren't you too? You still blame me." Father Ye rolled his eyes.

   "It's okay, we added a function to adjust the transparency, and it will be more fun after that." Ye Feng smiled mysteriously.

   "Adjust the transparency? Don't everyone on the Internet say that this is the victory of the player's battle, and it is a concession you made for the player."

   "There's a thing called advancing with retreat." Ye Feng chuckled.

  (end of this chapter)