In the livestreams over the next few days, Old Ye returned empty-handed every single day.
Eventually, he stopped streaming altogether and secretly played the game on his own.
Too many people watched when he streamed. Though no one meant any harm, they really could not help complaining sometimes.
Ethan Vale had considered giving Old Ye some pointers and teaching him a few relevant techniques, but after thinking it over, he decided against it. Old Ye studying guides, looking up information, and figuring things out for himself were all part of the game.
When Old Ye stopped streaming, the players immediately felt like they had lost a great deal of fun.
But Old Ye learned quickly. Little by little, he realized he needed to lie in ambush, use scent eliminator, crouch by the lakeside...
When he finally caught his first prey, he happily started a stream to share his small thrill at making a successful kill.
The more he acted like that, the harder it became for the players to hold it in.
Nothing was more agonizing than watching someone else play a game. From time to time, they flocked to Ethan Vale's account to ask when Call of the Wild would let players play together.
This time, no one called him gentle anymore. Whenever they saw Old Ye's progress in the game, everyone could not help cursing Ethan Vale once. This guy was too damn sly—and far too vindictive.
While some people followed Call of the Wild, others kept playing Celeste.
As more and more players began talking about the emotional experiences Celeste had given them, everyone gradually realized that the game's influence was steadily growing.
Game narratives were nothing more than "the hero slays the dragon," and Celeste was no exception. But the dragon Madeline, the red-haired protagonist, needed