No One Could Refuse Dead Cells!

When he received the rejection, the Yogame staffer's brain completely crashed.

He checked the email over and over, even calling a colleague over to look at it several times, confirming that he was neither seeing things nor had sent it to the wrong person.

He had indeed invited this rising designer in the name of the Ma Family!

And he still refused?

Was this some kind of joke, sweetheart?

It took the staffer about half an hour to come to terms with it. He swallowed and forwarded a screenshot of Ethan Vale's reply to his superior.

He was just an ordinary wage slave...

But thinking of that reply, he could not help clicking his tongue. This guy really was skilled and bold, huh?

Looking across the entire gaming industry, who dared refuse Nanshan Pizza Hut?

Everyone cursed Nanshan Pizza Hut, yet everyone wanted to join Nanshan Pizza Hut.

Sure enough, the moment he sent up the screenshot, the higher-ups issued the corresponding notice.

Getting over it was banned from being streamed on every major platform. They did not prohibit players from playing it, but they prohibited livestreaming the game in public.

The reason was that the game could cause violent tendencies.

As the platform where the game had been released, they had the authority to restrict harmful games.

Silver, who was livestreaming, had reached the snowy mountain section. Every step now felt as if he were walking on knife edges.

God knew how much it had cost him to climb this far.

'He's reached the snowy mountain. His movements are so practiced it hurts to watch.'

'Hello, everyone. I'm a trainee who's been digging for two and a half years.'

'Little chick, you've shown your black feet now, haven't you!'

'I bet a pack of spicy strips he'll fall within ten minutes!'

The comments raced by, trying to stir even greater waves in Silver's already turbulent heart.

He stared unblinkingly at the monitor, his Adam's apple bobbing as he kept swallowing dryly.

[Ring ring!! Ring ring!!]

The phone on his desk began to ring urgently. Silver had just raised his sledgehammer when the sound startled him, and his hand suddenly slipped on the mouse.

The little man in the pot, raised high in the air, flew backward like a shot. The Arctic aurora-like pale purple and azure scenery turned into the warm, blazing Orange Mountain, then the blue skies and white clouds of Furniture City...

Thud!

The pot hit the ground with a solid crash, like a hammer smashing into everyone's chest.

The viewers felt as if they had taken a blow to the head, let alone Silver, who was holding the mouse and controlling the character.

The game's voice-over continued its endless stream of trash talk, relentlessly narrating his failure.

"Fuck, I'm going to see who the hell is calling me!" Silver glared with bloodshot eyes. He had never wanted to tear someone apart so badly.

The viewers in the chat also expressed their dissatisfaction. They liked watching Silver lose it and liked watching him fall, but only when it was due to his own mistakes, his own shaky hands, or his own lack of skill...

It was like failing to enhance your own game equipment versus having someone else melt it down.

They were completely different things.

'A fucking death ringtone!'

'Seriously, if someone called to interfere when I'd gotten this far...'

'Just imagining it is enough to make me break down. It's already so hard to climb up here!'

'The higher the position, the more heartbreaking it is!'

'I can totally empathize, family ToT!'

"Hello? What is it?" Silver asked expressionlessly, his voice icy.

The caller was an official operator from Shark. If they could not give him a good explanation, he absolutely would not let this go.

The person on the other end seemed to know what had happened and quickly explained the latest situation.

The more he said, the deeper Silver's frown became.

It was not until much later that the call finally ended.

Sitting there, Silver looked at the game screen. The protagonist had returned to the familiar starting area, and he unconsciously touched his chest.

That moment had genuinely made it ache a little.

But no pain could compare to the shock of the news he had just received.

The game could not be streamed anymore?!

He was a little lost upon hearing it. Violent tendencies? He did not think so. He had only slapped the keyboard twice. Did that count as violence?

The platform had already issued its final warning: if he did not close the game, he would receive a temporary streaming ban.

"Brothers, let's stop playing for now. Something's come up." Silver still did not know how to explain it to everyone in the stream.

Before he could speak, the chat had already exploded.

'What's going on? Sister Zhou and the others also quit the game immediately!'

'Streamers all got calls and quit the game at the same time. I smell a conspiracy.'

'Monkey, say something! What happened?!'

"I heard from a small streamer that Getting over it has been banned from streaming. Nobody can stream it anymore."

Silver looked at the chat with a complicated expression. There was no way to keep this news hidden. Just like now, everyone more or less understood what had happened.

"Yeah, it really can't be streamed anymore." Silver sighed.

Even now, he could not understand it. This game had tormented him the most, messed with his mentality the most, and made him the angriest while playing it.

Yet now that he could not play it anymore, he instead felt strangely empty inside.

"Because some platform slapped a label on this game: violent tendencies." Silver felt speechless just saying it.

"I only smashed a few keyboards, and they said the game had led me into having strong violent tendencies."

"Forget it. It's making my chest feel tight. Of course, it just can't be livestreamed. Everyone can still play it themselves; the game itself hasn't been banned."

After hearing him, the viewers were also speechless, because nobody felt that this game had violent tendencies.

People had smashed keyboards and slapped tables after losing games before. Why had nobody treated them like this?

'A word of advice to the designer: don't touch the gaming industry's cake.'

'Could some platform be making a Shovel Your Way Up?'

Seeing that comment, Silver was jolted. "Fuck, if they really release games like Shovel Your Way Up, I'll be the first one to curse them out!"

For a time, footage of Getting over it vanished completely from every livestreaming platform.

Meanwhile, Ethan Vale also received a message.

Yogame had removed his game from its store and wanted him to make revisions. It could only be relisted after the revisions were complete.

Song Shan glanced at him without changing expression. "I don't know whether you get it, but I do."

Ethan Vale remained silent. How could he not understand?

He knew that standing out would make him a target, but he had not expected to be targeted like this.

At the same time, the Yogame platform also released an announcement.

[Due to receiving too many complaints from parents that the game contains too many violent elements, we have decided to remove Getting over it from the store. It will be relisted after the creator completes the necessary revisions.]

Ethan Vale smiled and withdrew all the earnings he had made during this period.

After taxes and the platform's cut, only 1.6 million remained.

Still, it was enough to make his next game.

No one could refuse Dead Cells, even if they died on the road to charging forward.

Was it really over 95? I'm so touched!