This Is a Perfect Score!

Another month passed after the game was taken down.

There was now very little news about Getting over it online. Even the remake, Shovel Your Way Up, was no longer mentioned.

To Yogame, a new game flopping was no big deal.

Getting over it had been an ultra-low-budget game to begin with, and their remake had not cost much either.

Some people had refunded it, but others had not.

Some had even spent money in the game to buy virtual items.

Overall, they had still made a profit.

As for suppressing a rising star designer? In their eyes, that was not worth mentioning at all.

Only geniuses who could grow were real geniuses.

"Old Ye, am I really the one clicking publish?" Song Shan looked at the word "Publish" on the screen.

"Of course. You're Sprout Studio's first fierce general!" Ethan Vale smiled at him.

Seeing the words "Sprout Studio" in the game information, Song Shan could not help swallowing.

This was the first game he had helped create!

He excitedly ran to the bathroom and washed his hands over and over. By the time he returned to the computer, his expression had turned solemn.

Ethan Vale was in no hurry. His ambitions had never been limited to small-scale games.

Song Shan sat before the computer, suppressing the excitement in his heart as he turned to look at Ethan Vale again.

Only after Ethan Vale gave him a firm nod did he act.

Click—

The mouse click was crisp and pleasant. The screen flickered once, and a pop-up window appeared.

[Upload Successful!]

The moment those four words appeared, Song Shan felt as if his soul had been drained out of him.

Without showing it, Ethan Vale picked up his phone. Even the finest wine feared being hidden in a deep alley, and the only way he could promote the new game now was through the fans who had followed his Weibo before.

Holding his phone, Ethan Vale looked at the roughly five thousand followers on his Weibo account.

Five thousand people seemed like a lot, but in reality, only a small fraction of them would see his post.

"How about we borrow some money for promotion?" Song Shan had also noticed the problem they were facing.

Making Dead Cells had nearly drained all the money Ethan Vale had earned before.

Ethan Vale saw the worry in Song Shan's eyes and burst out laughing. All his previous concerns vanished as he quickly typed out a post.

As the boss, if he himself hesitated and looked back and forth, how could he lead the team?

Besides, he should not have hesitated. He knew that Dead Cells was a perfect-score answer!

Black Star: You call that very easy? [Image]

Below the text was a piece of original artwork.

In the distance stood breathtaking architecture. Beneath the skies glowing with sunset light were a throne, a castle atop a mountain, a clock tower...

A figure holding a short sword stood far away, gazing toward the castle. His strange head burned with blazing fire. Arrows were embedded in his back, and blood flowed endlessly from his right arm.

In his other hand, he tightly gripped an ice-blue cell brimming with energy.

[DEAD CELL]

The moment he sent the post, Ethan Vale shoved his phone into his pocket.

"Come on, I'm treating you to dinner today." Ethan Vale threw an arm around Song Shan's shoulders.

"Treat my ass." Song Shan rolled his eyes. This guy could not scrape together a hundred yuan from head to toe—how dared he say he was treating him to dinner?

"It'd make more sense if I were treating you."

"What, looking down on your boss? Today, double instant noodles with sausage and eggs!"

"Screw you!" Song Shan laughed and cursed as he followed Ethan Vale out of the dorm.

Looking at Ethan Vale's back, he had asked himself more than once—

Could he ever muster that kind of all-in courage and resolve?

[Ding-dong!]

Silver was livestreaming as usual, still reviewing all those strange little games made by graduates. But none of them gave him that heart-pounding feeling anymore.

Could it be that I secretly have some kind of masochistic streak?

The thought had barely surfaced before Silver startled himself.

'That was the ding-dong sound for a specially followed Weibo account! I recognized it!'

'Tell us who it is! Did you secretly follow some pretty female cosplayer?'

'Bro! We're brothers, right?'

When the special-follow notification sounded, Silver himself froze slightly.

He normally never set special follows for anyone, but some time ago, he had made an exception for one person.

The designer called Black Star.

"Get out of here! Do I look like the kind of person who follows female influencers?" Silver picked up his phone. "I only specially followed one person recently—the designer who made Getting over it."

"I figured this kid must be feeling really wronged, so I followed him to see whether he'd say anything."

"Who would've thought the kid would be like he'd been muted? He never spoke up about people taking down his game or plagiarizing it. Damn it, the emperor isn't worried, but the eunuch is! I've wanted to know what he's thinking every single day." Silver opened the Weibo post. He wanted to see what the kid had been up to over the past month.

What the hell had this kid been making?!

But when he saw the post's contents clearly, Silver froze.

Confusion and bewilderment filled his eyes in front of the livestream camera.

About half a minute passed before Silver slammed his fist down on the desk. "Fuck!"

He hit it harder than ever before, making the keyboard on the desk jump.

'Holy shit, what did Monkey see that made him this mad? I'm going to check!'

'Some earth-shattering scandal? Did Tengfeng do something inhuman again?!'

'He didn't say anything for a month, and now he finally speaks up. He must've suffered so much, right?'

The viewers all found Ethan Vale's Weibo post.

There was only one message, posted not long ago.

A gorgeous piece of game artwork, along with a provocative caption.

[You call that very easy?]

After seeing it clearly, everyone fell silent.

They had thought that he had been pressured or suppressed over the past month, that he could not speak and did not dare to speak.

They had never expected that he had spent the month making another game.

"I've never been this fucking angry!" Silver slapped the desk hard. "Even as an outsider, I could feel how infuriating what happened before was."

"Damn it, I would've felt satisfied if he'd at least come out and cursed Yogame a few times."

"But he didn't curse them. He didn't say a single word. He just quietly kept making games, and he really made a new one." Silver looked at the image. Even from the cover alone, he could tell this game was far more refined than that hammer-swinging one.

"Brothers, what makes me angry is that he genuinely loves making games. He genuinely wants to bring us joy."

"What makes me angry is that a pure-hearted designer who doesn't try to squeeze money out of people became the target of suppression by a major game company."

That was the reason he was angriest. Someone else only wanted to make games, while "those people" only wanted to make money.

"Thankfully, he was smart this time and moved to Steam instead of staying on Yogame."

"Fuck!"

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