It did indeed carry a bit of enthusiasm.
At this point in time.
Wuthering Waves had already launched globally.
Little Griseo found some time to look into it and quickly played through it as well.
To be fair.
Wuthering Waves really was a good game.
Whether it was the major rhythm of Version 1.0 or Version 1.1, which was said to have turned things around,
neither was actually the game's fault.
Or rather...
The game's models, quality, combat, mechanics, and so on...
were all fairly decent.
At least they were above the baseline.
Although it had all kinds of problems that people complained about,
there were clearly more issues elsewhere.
For example, the writing could be either perfectly fine or completely insane. The contrast was practically night and day.
Countless people suspected that 1.0 had been written by undercover saboteurs, while the Punishing: Gray Raven writers had come to save the day in 1.1. Who knew?
But it really was true!
The protagonist of a Dragon King of the Nine Heavens power fantasy was cliché, yet people still liked him. Just look—it had blown up, hadn't it?
And then there was the operation team.
They became more absurd with every passing incident.
After reaching thirty million global downloads at launch, they initially planned to do nothing but repost a giveaway and give rewards to ten people.
And the rewards were only ten pulls from the standard banner.
Were they seriously out of their minds?
So the other players weren't people, huh?! We were just supposed to endure the whole internet roasting us while you flaunted your riches like that?
One word: incredible!
Even now, Little Griseo remembered it very clearly.
One month after launch,
the official account had to backpedal five times.
It was practically a spinning top.
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