I! Game Designer! Ultimate Tormentor Section 9

Clearly, Xiang Dahai's question perfectly hit their pre-prepared contingency plan.

That's right, the moment they saw the unstoppable sales of Getting Over It, they already knew.

This battle was definitely going to end in their complete defeat.

Being defeated by a brand-new independent game designer was something the company absolutely wouldn't let slide.

It was too embarrassing.

For a major game company to be utterly crushed by a tiny indie game developer with a simple-looking, mind-numbingly frustrating game.

If this incident were to just pass, Mingye Game Development Company would have no face left to show.

Therefore, several people on the team held a video conference overnight to discuss what kind of game they should release to salvage their loss.

"We've analyzed the current game market share,"

Curly-haired stood up and showed Xiang Dahai the chart he had prepared:

"Currently, action games are dominated by Getting Over It, and we can't break in for now."

"As for shooting games, they are already occupied by top-tier professional studios."

"And RPGs, due to the massive workload for story and modeling, are clearly not the fastest way to see results."

Curly-haired analyzed them one by one:

"So, excluding the above game types, and referencing the current market share size,"

"We've finally settled on a game genre that, while relatively niche, has a significant market share."

Hearing this, Xiang Dahai finally showed interest and asked:

"What is it?"

Curly-haired moved aside the papers for the previously mentioned game types, revealing the last one:

"Rhythm games."

"That's it!"

Meanwhile, in the Binhai Academy cafeteria, Wu Wei suddenly slammed his hand on the table, drawing the attention of the surrounding students!

"Rhythm games!"

His music ability has improved.

What game genre could maximize this ability?

It had to be the niche game genre that was already centered around music –

Rhythm games!

Wu Wei was incredibly excited!

Zhang Zhiyuan, sitting opposite him, had a dark expression.

"You made my only shrimp paste ball in the mala tang fall out,"

As he spoke, Zhang Zhiyuan took out the bouncy shrimp paste ball from his pants and placed it in front of Wu Wei:

"You owe me."

Wu Wei's face slowly moved backward:

"...Where did you even get that from?"

"Does that damn thing matter?!"

Zhang Zhiyuan was shocked!

"What are you freaking out about? You scared me!"

"Hehe, heh, sorry about that,"

Wu Wei scratched his head and smiled, waving his hand:

"I suddenly thought of a great idea and couldn't help myself."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhiyuan's expression became a little subtle.

"Are you starting again?"

Zhang Zhiyuan's meaning couldn't be clearer.

The scoundrel opposite him had definitely thought of some weird idea again, ready to torment the poor players.

"Are you really not going to consider being a decent human being?"

"Tch,"

Wu Wei scoffed:

"I don't know if you've heard a famous saying."

"What do you mean?"

"I! Won't do it anymore, Zhang!"

"I'm done with this crap!"

What kind of famous quote is that?!

Zhang Zhiyuan was utterly shocked by Wu Wei's unexpected leap of imagination!

This phrase was Japanese, from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure.

The original meaning was "I won't be human anymore, JoJo!"

But Wu Wei had used it here, privately changing the final "JoJo" to his own name.

What kind of famous quote was this even supposed to be?!

Zhang Zhiyuan realized he was finding it increasingly difficult to make sense of Wu Wei.

Sometimes he didn't even know where to begin with his complaints.

"Hahahaha,"

Wu Wei burst out laughing, seeing Old Zhang's expression as if he'd seen a ghost.

"Alright, alright, I'm done messing around. We'll be doing internships after this semester. What are your plans?"

Wu Wei asked seriously after his laughter subsided.

The third year involved thesis writing, and the fourth year was for internships and graduation defenses.

The pressure of finding employment was already upon them.

Zhang Zhiyuan pondered for a moment, then sighed, looking a bit lost.

"I don't know..."

"I used to have so many ideas – game designer, writer, planner. It felt like there were so many careers waiting for me."

As he spoke, Zhang Zhiyuan sighed and stirred his spicy hot pot.

"But now that it's time to find a job, I don't know what I want to do."

Wu Wei nodded.

He understood how Old Zhang felt.

In his previous life, he had also gone through this period.

Lost, anxious, full of uncertainty about the future.

"Do you like games, then?"

Wu Wei asked.

"Of course!"

Zhang Zhiyuan answered without hesitation.

"Why else would I have chosen this major in the first place?"

Wu Wei's expression brightened, and he then asked solemnly, "Old Zhang, think carefully. Do you like games, or do you like the game industry? Those are two different things."

"I like both."

Old Zhang replied without missing a beat.

Despite his usual stream of odd remarks, like a constant complaint machine.

He was very firm about his aspirations.

Seeing Zhang Zhiyuan's demeanor, Wu Wei's heart filled with joy.

"Then do you want to join me in tormenting... no, creating a game empire, and doing a job you love?"