Eating popcorn and looking around, Chen Yu had originally wanted to enjoy the ugly sight of Old Black losing his cool. But from the looks of it, this place was pretty insane too.
Of course, that was fine as well.
The crazier Dreamscape Games were, the more interesting they were to watch.
But if you wanted to go crazy, why drag me into it?
Could people really pull a knife on someone they had never met?
Still, he had never visited other studios and did not know much about other Dream Makers' workflows. This was a good chance to broaden his horizons.
Although Sun Lei and Shen Lang had said that other studios could be bizarre, there was no harm in seeing it for himself.
After sitting down in the last row, Chen Yu immediately caught a whiff of an unpleasant stench of decay.
The smell was incredibly obvious, so thick it was almost visible to the naked eye. It had even stained the nearby walls yellow, making Chen Yu want to flee at once.
But the people around him had worked overtime to the point of nearly vomiting blood. Their lives were being sustained by injection after injection, and all five senses had been blocked off. Somehow, no one noticed.
Looking around, Chen Yu finally found the source of the smell.
A dead man.
The man looked as though he had been dead for several days. The medication injected into his body could no longer be absorbed and simply flowed back out, dripping into the basin beneath him like a leaking kitchen sink.
Yet this dead man was still moving.
His fingers had already begun to wax over, coated in corpse wax, but they were still tapping at the keyboard. He stared intently at the screen and kept working.