Building a Gaming Empire From Scratch

363  Chapter 356: Players Who Broke Defense Collectively

Reasonably speaking, whether it's making videos or live streaming, Super Tomato has always presented an image of courtesy and rational restraint.

Although for the sake of showmanship, his videos often contain ridicule and mockery, as well as spoofs and nonsense.

But swearing?

It was really rare, so rare that his fans could hardly give examples.

However, this time, he lost his composure in a rare fashion during the live stream! n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

He didn't just curse in his heart.

When Super Tomato opened his eyes again, it was already slightly daylight, and before his eyes lied a cold Little Milkshake covered in blood.

He slowly reached out his hand, lightly touching the motionless Little Milkshake, then carefully stroked it.

But Little Milkshake had no response, not even a hint of warmth.

It wasn't until then that he was finally willing to admit: Yeah, the dog was dead.

"Motherf... F*ck! Is there any humanity left?!"

"You all just f*cking wait for me! I'll make every damn one of you pay!"

Super Tomato could no longer care about his personal image and cursed continuously, looking like he was about to explode with anger.

In the live broadcast room, none of the audience tried to persuade him.

Everyone watched the tragedy unfold, and as Little Milkshake was put in the hands of the villains, the audience watching through the live feed went berserk, cursing in front of their screens.

The barrage of comments in the live broadcast room were filled with all manner of profanity and blocked asterisks.

In those few short minutes, the barrage in Super Tomato's live broadcast room had become a showcase of vulgar dialects from across the nation!

The various cursing styles from all over the country emerged simultaneously, fully displaying the rich cultural heritage of Daxia.

Many viewers were surprised to learn for the first time that there could be so many variations when cursing! The combination and usage of language could be so rich!

They were infuriated just by watching through their screens, wishing they could charge into the screen and kill the gangsters themselves, let alone Super Tomato who was experiencing it firsthand.

So they were highly tolerant of Super Tomato's loss of composure and use of foul language.

Although Super Tomato swore and made up his mind to make everyone involved pay the price, he didn't check the task panel right away.

He wanted to make a post asking Cloud Dream's designers, especially Lincoln—

"Was this really necessary?"

"Isn't this a little too cruel?"

And also...

"You call this 12+?"

However, he didn't want to be the instigator, causing others to lash out at Cloud Dream due to his situation—In his opinion, this was something very possible to happen.

So he didn't want to publicly question them with a post.

But he was extremely upset!

Under such contradictory emotions, he could only sit in the living room, looking at Little Milkshake's body in front of him, stewing in his silent frustration.

And the more he thought about it, the angrier he became!

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Super Tomato's performance undoubtedly belonged to the extremely restrained category.

However, there are actually not many players as restrained as him…

When playing to this point, countless players experienced the same meltdown as Super Tomato!

Then, in the midst of great shock, they cursed profusely.

But their anger was not limited to the game, nor was it a straightforward matter of targeting the abusive NPCs inside of it.

The wave of fury quickly spilled out of the game and flooded social media, affecting Cloud Dream and Lincoln.

Players in a thoroughly thrashed state of mind undoubtedly unleashed a surprising amount of combat power.

This was the highest half-hour of posts containing the word "mom" on the Spiritual Rhinoceros Platform in nearly a year.

If someone could collect all the relevant remarks during this period and count the keywords, they would find that the usage of words like "Lincoln", "Cloud Dream", "your mom", "your damn", "you motherf*ckers", "all you motherf*ckers" and so on had exploded simultaneously!

The confused netizens were surprised to find: Just less than an hour ago, the entire player community was cheering and looking forward to the official release of "Speed Chase".

They didn't hesitate to give all the praise to Lincoln and Cloud Dream.

How could it be that in just a short amount of time, public opinion suddenly did an about-face?

From Cloud Dream and Lincoln being praised by thousands of followers, not tolerating a single bad word, to now being cursed by thousands and wishing they could be dragged out, nailed to a cross and shown to the public, without giving them any room to breathe.

Even the players who usually kept praising Lincoln and tried to maintain his image seemed to have disappeared.

Within ten minutes, the all-new trend—#Lincoln, are you sick?!#

Landed on the top of the 24-hour hot topic list for Spiritual Rhinoceros out of nowhere!

Even when the release of "Speed Chase" wasn't able to top the list, now the players forcefully cursed it there….

And it happened in such a short time, the skyrocketing barrage of curses showed the anger and frustration of the players!

"Master… it's kind of scary." In the virtual world, Mavis grabbed Lincoln's sleeve with both hands, looking frightened.

She had never experienced such a fierce surge of curses before.

If Lincoln said he was completely calm like an old dog, that would be a lie.

He expected the players to be angry and dissatisfied, but in his plan, shouldn't this anger be directed at the villains in the game?

As for him and Cloud Dream, at most, some hot-tempered players would curse them a few times.

But what's the situation now? Why is everyone targeting him?

Or, did he accidentally go too far?

Lincoln sat on the small sofa, comforting Mavis by rubbing her head and telling her not to worry, while reflecting on where the problem was.

After thinking and thinking, he finally found a reason: it seemed that his actions were a bit too deliberate.

Perhaps, if left to take its natural course, even if the players were seeing the little dog for the first time, they would still get angry when encountering such an event, and have enough motivation to seek revenge?

Or, he could add some foreshadowing and chips, in advance to build an emotional connection between the players and the little dog, and there was nothing wrong with that.

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The problem was that there were too many times, and the intensity was a bit too great, and in everything excess is to be avoided, so now the players' emotions became too intense.

...

"Alright, Mavis, don't worry, it's okay. Learn from it, and be careful next time."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really."

After comforting Mavis, Lincoln felt a little untrustworthy, so he added: "But for the next few days, it's better if we go out as little as possible..."

...

NetDragon PR Department, Gary was sitting in the office, dumbfounded by what was happening.

His shock was even greater than Lincoln and Mavis's: "What's going on here? I haven't even started yet, and you guys are already playing yourselves to death?"

What is this? Godsend performance?

Ignoring the confusion in his heart, Gary quickly contacted the water army to follow up and charge on.

Forget about the effect for now, just throw some money out there, participate, and have content for the monthly report. At least it looks like they put in some effort.

Well, that's how the monthly report will read:

"Seize the opportunity to guide players to vent their anger at the game plot towards Cloud Dream and Lincoln, causing considerable damage to Cloud Dream and Lincoln's personal reputation and game sales."

Yes, that's the plan!

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Compared to the unconcealed anger and unscrupulous reproach of the players, the anchors' performances were relatively restrained.

There's no need to mention Super Tomato since they sulked for a while before going to the backyard to dig a hole under the tree, ready to bury Little Milkshake.

The behavior of Yi and Yelang (a bit big) was very similar. After waking up, they didn't waste a second.

First, they cursed and dug a hole to bury the dog, and then they started yelling, "Fuck your mother, everyone must die," and began to push forward the task at a fast pace.

Before, their idea of finishing the task and going to Night City to roam was completely thrown out of their minds.

Now they only had one thing in their minds—blood debt, blood repayment!

Let that gang of rascals—no matter who they are—die without a burial place!

—This is also the approach of the majority of the anchors, the only difference being that male anchors curse more rudely, and female anchors speak with a little more regard for their image.

When the task prompts Yi and Yelang (a bit big) to go out and look for clues to the stolen vehicle, they don't immediately go out but keep looking around the house.

The aim is simple—to find weapons.

Even a top-notch killer should hide some weapons at home after retirement, right?

But what they found incredible was that John Wick, known as the strongest killer in Night City, actually became a good man after retirement and marriage?

Having searched the house upside down, they couldn't find a single gun!

They were disappointed, but they had no choice but to go looking for clues—carrying a sharp meat cleaver and taking a bus to the nearby gangsters' car theft and sales base.

They were already prepared for a bloodbath, even if they only had a meat cleaver in their hands!

Of course, not all the anchors had the same approach.

For example, Camille Victoria didn't take the usual route.

After witnessing Little Milkshake being killed by the masked assailant, Camille Victoria suffered a huge shock to her worldview.

Even after waking up from fainting, she was still standing there, dumbfounded, with a grieving expression.

After a while, she murmured:

"Fake."

"Illusion."

"This is impossible."

She refused to accept it all!

Without waiting for the audience to comfort her and accept the reality, she shouted, "Time! Turn! Back!"

"Bang!"

The live broadcast room went dark immediately.

In the pitch-black live broadcast room, a series of "????" comments whizzed across the screen.

Just when the audience thought she couldn't stand the shock and chose to end the live broadcast quickly, the live broadcast room lit up again—

On the screen, Camille Victoria opened her eyes on the spacious bed.

"Familiar ceiling."

Camille Victoria breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems I have successfully returned to two days ago."

"??"

"???"

"????"

Even denser question mark comments surged out.

Camille Victoria ignored them completely, got up on her own, picked up the beautiful platinum bracelet on the bedside table, and carefully put it on her wrist.

Having played through the beginning of the first week, she was very clear: This was a gift that "she" gave to her wife Helen for their anniversary. After Helen died of illness, it was left behind by "herself" as a memorial.

Of course, male players could only look at it, but as a female player, Camille Victoria could deal with it very simply, wearing it directly on her wrist.

After putting on the bracelet, Camille Victoria exited the bedroom: "Let's go, say the last goodbye to my wife, then find a way to hide Little Milkshake and then—"

Camille Victoria's expression suddenly became a bit scary.

"After that, set up some traps at home and kill those motherfuckers!!!"