With everyone working together, Wandering Kitchen's score rose, and the related buzz kept growing.
In the last row, Chen Yu watched Dead Man's operations from the side and felt that no matter when it was, the traffic-buying game was always the same.
The traffic pool opened, the traffic pool closed, players came in, and players left.
Paid commenters began running rampant. Every voice unfavorable to the Dreamscape was suppressed, and the internet was filled with songs and dances, making everything look wonderful.
In the process, traffic sellers made money, and the Dreamscape gained promotion.
Other than the players getting a terrible Dreamscape, no one lost out.
And this Dreamscape had not even been made for players. It was merely a ritual prop used to please Dietary Star Lord.
Just like the relationship between free players and paying whales in his previous life, the former were merely game features for the latter.
To some extent, free players were part of the Dreamscape or game company's whale-focused model. They were tools in their collusion, and playing was practically a cyber livestream of group sex, complete with alternative features like watching from the sidelines.
Thinking about it that way, it was kind of erotic.
At that thought, Chen Yu could not help laughing. Then he heard Old Black say, "Chen Yu, what are you laughing at?"
"Nothing. I thought of something happy. By the way, when are you going to die?"
Old Black choked on his words, but he still pointed at Wandering Kitchen's excited producer and said, "Relax, I've got plenty of time. Look, Chen Yu. So what if you recruited two First-Rank Dream Makers? Aren't you still obediently stuck in last place? No matter how hard you try, this is all you'll ever get. What meaning is there in your efforts?"