Someone had come from next door.
Wei Tao was incredibly nervous, his hands trembling slightly. For some reason, he had never felt this way even while playing PUBG.
Why did this game make him feel such an overwhelming sense of danger?
Bang.
Crash.
The sound of shattering glass rang out, followed by the thud of something heavy hitting the ground.
A grenade!
That thought flashed through Wei Tao's mind.
Boom!
The world spun around him, and the entire ground shook violently. Countless windows shattered, and even the doorframes were wrecked.
That grenade was way too powerful!
Wei Tao sucked in a breath and shouted.
"Streamer, I advise you not to talk nonsense. Grenades are supposed to be this powerful. I'm really curious what the hell this game is. Can you say something?"
"Exactly. I served in the military for two years, and I can tell you seriously that grenades are far more powerful than they are in PUBG. This game is incredibly realistic. All kinds of simulations are very similar to reality. It's amazing!"
"What game is this? It feels like there are footsteps everywhere. Look at the streamer shaking like a leaf. He doesn't seem too bright."
More and more people were discussing the game in the Livestream Room, but Wei Tao was not paying attention to that.
He remained wedged in the corner, waiting for the enemy to enter the room.
Clang!
A grenade.
Another fucking grenade.
Bang!
Clang!
One after another.
Wei Tao was nearly in tears. Just how many fucking grenades did they have?
They might as well come out and fight him head-on. There was nowhere left for him to hide.
Then Wei Tao saw his screen turn gray and white as his character's corpse was blasted into the air.
He was dead. In the end, he had been blown to death.
563/1000!
"I only ranked 563rd?" Wei Tao cried out in surprise.
It was not that he thought his ranking was too low. It was just too fast. Only a few minutes had passed since he landed and started shooting, yet nearly four hundred people had already been eliminated.
"The streamer is really miserable!"
"One thousand people? What game is this?"
"Warfire Hero? Does the streamer have a gold mine at home? He can actually afford a computer capable of running Warfire Hero!"
Seeing the lively flood of comments in the Livestream Room, Wei Tao quickly exited the game interface and opened his stream. "My graphics card is a GTX 1060, and I only have 8 GB of RAM. Don't listen to the nonsense online. You don't need some insanely high-end setup at all. I checked just now, and the game only used a little over thirty percent of my memory. That means I could even open League of Legends and play at the same time!"
"Also, this game really is Warfire Hero. Whether it's the graphics, the realism of the guns, or the balance of weapon damage, I think it's even better than PUBG. You guys should give it a try!"
The moment Wei Tao finished speaking, the Livestream Room exploded.
"Really? A computer with such low specs can run it? Then I definitely have to download it and try!"
"Stop rambling, streamer. Hurry up and start another match."
"Streamer, are you joining a guild??"
Wei Tao entered the game again, feeling extremely happy inside. His viewer count had already reached nearly ten thousand. He had never seen such high popularity before.
Back when PUBG had just started becoming popular, only a small number of streamers played it. But as the game exploded in popularity, those few streamers had all become top-tier streamers.
That was what it meant to be the first to eat crab.
So he absolutely had to seize this opportunity. Look at all these people who wanted him to join their guilds.
In less than thirty seconds, matchmaking succeeded. He boarded the plane, parachuted down, landed, picked up a gun, killed someone, and turned into a loot box.
Another round.
Boarded the plane, parachuted down, picked up guns, killed people, hid like a rat, lay prone, fought over airdrops, and won the chicken dinner!
"Hahaha, I got the chicken dinner! It wasn't easy! I finally got a chicken dinner in my tenth match! This game is incredible. One round takes around forty minutes in total, so there isn't much difference from PUBG. Out of a thousand people, I alone got the chicken dinner. This feels so damn good!"
Wei Tao laughed wildly in the Livestream Room. He had been beaten into near despair at one point. These people were too strong, and they had almost made him cry.
Likewise, the Livestream Room was unbelievably lively.
"Awesome, streamer! You finally got the chicken dinner. My heart was pounding just watching you. It feels even more fun than PUBG, and some of the details seem better than PUBG too!"
"I'm playing this game. I'm downloading it right now, and the download speed feels so fast!"
"The graphics are gorgeous. It feels like they could make a movie with this."
Watching the comments explode in the Livestream Room and seeing his viewer count reach one hundred thousand, Wei Tao was so excited that tears nearly came to his eyes.
Tonight.
He would stay up all night.
Why sleep?
It felt like he was about to rise to prominence.
This was his chance. He had to seize it.
After tonight, who knew how many streamers would start playing this game? Before those major streamers got involved, he had to attract some loyal fans first.
Future Technology Crystal Company Headquarters.
All the employees had already gotten off work.
In the server monitoring room, Guo Yang was looking at the backend data. The numbers were slowly increasing, and he did not want to leave work yet.
This game was like his child.
Although he had not created its core himself.
At the very least, he had participated in it.
Why was no one accepting it?
Because they thought it was a game copying PUBG.
How sad.
Beep, beep, beep—
All of a sudden, Server One sounded an alarm.
Server One was full?
Guo Yang hurriedly opened Server One's backend and found that the number of online players had reached around five thousand, while the number of bots online was around three hundred thousand.
There were already five thousand people. It looked like he needed to reduce some bots.
Guo Yang removed fifty thousand bots.
Beep, beep, beep—
The alert sounded again.
What was going on?
Hadn't he just removed fifty thousand bots?
Guo Yang opened it again.
The number of online players had surged again, already exceeding ten thousand.
It was already past eleven at night, and there were still so many people logging in?
That was way too strange.
He removed another hundred thousand bots.
A minute passed.
The alert did not sound again. Guo Yang sighed inwardly. It seemed he had overthought it. He had thought a huge number of people would flood in, but apparently not.
Just as Guo Yang was checking the other servers.
Beep, beep, beep!
Beep, beep, beep!
Beep, beep, beep!
It was not just one server sounding an alert.
There were more than thirty servers in the company, and every single one of them was sounding alerts.
It had exploded!
Guo Yang abruptly stood up.
He hurriedly checked Server One and discovered that the one hundred thousand bot slots he had just emptied had already been completely filled, all by real online players.
The other servers had only opened five thousand player slots each. In other words, Warfire Hero already had more than one hundred thousand players online.
The number was still skyrocketing.
"Old Liu, stop fucking sleeping and hurry up, call the others back to work! Damn it, the servers are about to explode! I can't handle this alone, hurry!"
"Old Wang, what? You're at someone else's house? Get your ass back to work right now! The servers are about to explode, move it!"
Guo Yang called them one after another, feeling incredibly excited.
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