Our Game Sold!

This was pure entertainment!

The rocket pipe that suddenly launched into the air seemed to carry the audience's laughter with it as it soared upward!

'Hahahahaha, takeoff!'

'Pipe: Keep acting tough and I'll send you flying!'

'So the Black Hand is a manned pipe, huh?'

'Black Hand my ass, hahahahahaha...'

'One can't help but marvel: What impressive skills, young hero!'

'I thought of ten thousand kinds of traps, but never expected this thing could be launched!'

'Boss was completely stunned with rage, hahahaha!'

'This is insane, hahahahaha!'

'If this pipe swallowed Boss, it could be called a nice trick; but since it launched Boss into the air, I'd call it a masterpiece!'

'This game is way too ridiculous...'

Looking at the screen full of laughter and mockery, then at that cat's smug yet harmless-looking grin on-screen—

A Yin felt that his dignity had been insulted.

"Fine! You've got some tricks!"

A Yin gave a thumbs-up, looking like an evenly matched opponent forcing himself to stay composed.

"That was just a little warm-up. From now on, I'm getting serious!"

And once he got serious—

Thirty whole minutes passed!

During that time, Comrade A Yin endured all manner of torment, including but not limited to clouds that ate people, bricks smashing into his face, collapsing ground, invisible blocks bumping his head and triggering traps.

His state went from bold declarations in the early stages, to silent misery in the middle stages, to incoherent rambling by the end.

But!

The livestream's atmosphere remained utterly joyful throughout!

Though building happiness on someone else's suffering was a little immoral.

There was no denying that watching a streamer lose it was genuinely entertaining.

Gifts kept pouring in!

And!

Apart from one or two comments saying "Carry him away" near the start of the game—

Not a single person typed those words into the public chat for the rest of the stream!

In fact, whenever A Yin nearly gave up midway through, the viewers even cheered him on!

'Don't lose heart, Number One in Jinmen! You can do it!'

'Go, Boss! You can definitely do it, hahahahahahahaha...'

'Bro above, you're so loud you're hurting my eyes.'

'Feels like Boss is about to erupt in silence.'

'You're late, bro. The urge to erupt has already passed. Now he's practically dying in silence.'

'I'm laughing so hard my tears are coming out.'

'Don't switch games, Boss! We'll crowdfund a plane for you.'

'Just keep playing this: sent a Super Rocket.'

'This Monkey Doesn't Sell: sent "Membership Card" x99.'

'You can tell the big spenders want Boss dead today. (grin)'

'Hahahahahaha...'

'...'

Meanwhile.

Watching A Yin scratch his ears and cheeks, red-faced as he battled the traps on-screen—

Gu Sheng, who was watching the livestream as well, grinned.

Too cruel.

In a world where game genres were severely lacking and Gameplay design was incredibly monotonous, creating a game like this right away really was inhumane.

After all, before Mario Bros., there had never been a game in the entire industry designed specifically to make players lose it.

Too evil.

But the results were outstanding.

In just thirty minutes!

The Emotion Points in Gu Sheng's system had risen at a visible pace to a considerable amount.

Emotion Points: 1975

Opening his Game Treasure Trove System, Gu Sheng roughly browsed through the Emotion Points required to unlock games.

Those AAA blockbusters were not something he could consider yet.

After all, those titles required millions, even tens of millions, of Emotion Points at a time.

For now, he was mainly browsing games in the five-thousand-Emotion-Point tier.

After all, he already had nearly two thousand Emotion Points. Once things fermented for another day or two, getting five thousand would be easy.

"What should I make?" Gu Sheng muttered as he browsed through the games.

There were quite a few games around the five-thousand-point tier.

Right away, Gu Sheng spotted the famous game from his previous life, Getting Over It, also known as Hammering Away.

However, he had no plans to release another rage-inducing game of the same type anytime soon.

Emotion Points came from joy, anger, sorrow, and fear. There was no need to fixate on one kind of game.

Otherwise, players would easily grow tired of it too.

"Let's find something more cheerful."

With that thought, Gu Sheng's gaze settled on the cover of a bizarrely addictive game—

The image showed two figures, one large and one small.

The adult wore a dress shirt and suit, while the child wore diapers. They clearly appeared to be a father and son.

However, the 3D models of the two characters were truly abstract.

They had the aesthetic of someone who had studied animation design for three years.

Looking at the game, Gu Sheng nodded with satisfaction. "Not bad."

"Once I have enough Emotion Points, I'll unlock you!"

The next morning!

The rising sun was warm and gentle.

Brilliant sunlight streamed through the window onto the balcony, shining over the dreamlike gauze curtains.

Dappled light spilled into the bedroom, falling over skin as smooth and fair as jade.

Graceful, silky leg lines stretched all the way to a slender wrist, while one soft pink foot rested playfully atop the dappled silk quilt, twitching slightly.

The owner of those feet slept soundly with her little mouth open, drool dampening the pillow as she murmured in her sleep.

"Hehe... one hundred thousand received... rebate... hehe..."

Bzz.

Bzz—

Suddenly, the vibration of a phone pierced the young woman's lazy dream.

"Mmph—"

With a soft groan, the young woman rubbed her eyes and fumbled toward her pillow, groggily grabbing the phone.

She lazily opened one sleepy eye and saw the caller's name on the screen—Sister Chuchu.

"...Hello, Sister Chuchu. What is it?"

The young woman was Shen Miaomiao.

After answering, her sleepy voice, soft and babyish, came through the receiver.

On the other end, Chu Qingzhou, her chief secretary, sounded unusually excited.

"CEO Shen! Wake up! Our game sold!"

The game... sold...

Holy shit!

The game sold!?

Shen Miaomiao instantly woke up and sprang out of bed!

"How is that possible!?"

"Huh?"

On the other end of the call, Chu Qingzhou seemed to notice the panic in Shen Miaomiao's tone and sounded somewhat confused.

"Do you have any concerns?"

"Ah... n-no..."

Realizing that she had gotten too emotional, Shen Miaomiao hurriedly calmed herself while consoling herself internally.

It's fine, it's fine, Shen Miaomiao. Stay calm!

Wasn't it perfectly normal for a game to sell? It was only priced at two yuan, not even enough to buy a bag of gummy candy.

There would always be one or two suckers willing to buy it.

Besides, since the game was so cheap, even if they found it unfun, they would not bother requesting a refund over that one yuan and eighty cents.

Normal. Don't panic.

After comforting herself, Shen Miaomiao nodded.

Selling one or two copies was no big deal.

In fact!

Let's be bolder!

Even if Gu Sheng sold ten copies, that was only twenty yuan!

Subtract twenty from ten thousand, then multiply by ten—she would still have ninety-nine thousand eight hundred. The return was still considerable!

Thinking this, Shen Miaomiao took a deep breath, and her confident smile returned.

"I'm just pleasantly surprised, haha."

"But there's no need to make such a fuss. We make games to sell them, after all."

"Of course it's a good thing if the game sells. No matter how many copies, it's a good thing."

"Oh, and if you see Director Gu, tell him this too. Tell him that taking our first step into sales means we've already succeeded, so he shouldn't be discouraged even if the sales figures aren't ideal!"

Shen Miaomiao put on the appearance of a considerate boss as she spoke happily.

In reality, the little abacus in her heart was already clattering away!

However!

After a brief silence, Chu Qingzhou's voice on the other end sounded a little puzzled.

"Um... CEO Shen, I don't really understand what you mean by 'don't be discouraged even if the sales figures aren't ideal.' Did someone report the sales figures to you?"

Shen Miaomiao froze at Chu Qingzhou's question. "No, I guessed."

You've got to be kidding!

Did anyone even need to report that!

With that garbage game, having ten suckers fall for it would already be the limit, okay!

Was I supposed to expect it to sell like crazy?

What, was I supposed to guess that it sold over a hundred copies?

Yet Chu Qingzhou fell silent again for a moment before slowly speaking.

"Actually, CEO Shen, the sales figures for this game..."

"May be somewhat different..."

"From what you guessed."