Chapter 23
Chapter 23: Chapter 23 This game… is not right_1
Translator: 549690339
Wang Say Games has been a bit annoyed lately.
The treasure game “Princess Dungeon” was clearly first discovered by him, but he hardly reaped any benefits from it.
It’s not that he got nothing, it’s just that he was a bit unskilled, and other “European Emperors” with their incredible gaming skills feasted abundantly, while he failed to catch much in the later stages, and didn’t even gain many followers.
Seeing them make money was actually more painful than losing money himself.
I was here first, so why didn’t I get the biggest slice of the cake?
Although he was still in the first tier of streamers, the longer he stayed in the business, the more he felt like he was walking on thin ice.
Aside from a few exceptions, there are very few streamers who last more than three years.
Most streamers eventually fall into the lifestyle section, doing streams like “Try Not to Laugh Challenge,” “Freeloading Challenge,” and “Reading Comments” to ride a wave, and then comfortably retire on their sloppy earnings.
But as a game uploader who still has some ideals, Wang Say Games feels he can’t go on like this.
“No way, what kind of gig should I take on next?”
Right now, it’s almost 8 PM.
This is his scheduled streaming time, but he can’t think of anything to stream today, so he can only resort to his traditional talent, the art of transformation.
Today, I am the “king pigeon,” I’m skipping out!
Just as he was about to skip today’s update, he noticed that he had a new message on the site.
Living Immortal: “Are you there? I’ve recently developed an educational type game that promotes traditional culture and folklore. Can you help test and roast it?”
8 PM, a new game, a message from a stranger.
All these factors combined gave Wang Say Games a premonition that he was about to sense an element of surprise.
Usually he’s the one making a scene, but it seems like today someone’s turning him into the spectacle.
However, this is good too.
He’s been too engrossed in “Princess Dungeon” lately and hasn’t roasted a bad game in a while.
So today, it’s perfect to try out a new game, change the pace, and give the fans something fresh.
So, he immediately replied, “Sure, please send it over. But just to ask beforehand, can I use your game for streaming?”
“You can.”
“You should know my style. I might use some aggressive language during the stream. Can you handle that?”
“No problem.”
Although Wang can be quite verbally aggressive during streams or videos, he’s actually a pretty decent person at heart.
Before roasting any small games that people send him, he makes sure to communicate with the game developers to ensure they are not overly sensitive, then he begins.
Shortly after, the 600MB game was sent over.
Looking at the size of the game, Wang couldn’t help but think of Fang Cheng’s game and couldn’t help but muse, “People really shouldn’t be labeled the same, how did Fang Cheng manage with such a small file size?”
While waiting for the game to download, Wang set up the streaming equipment and connected a heart rate monitor to himself.
He already had a feeling that this game was probably a horror game, because who sends out healing games at night, right?
And the heart rate monitor was a good tool, the audience loves to see him with an accelerated heart rate, dry mouth, and screaming.
But who is Wang, anyway?
He’s the kind of guy that even female ghosts take a second glance under their skirts at.
Sadako is his dream lover, and the nurse from Silent Hill is his ultimate idol.
Afraid? That doesn’t exist for him.
Time was just about right. Wang put his live broadcast and the game screen on the same display, then he started today’s stream.
No sooner had the stream opened than a bunch of loyal fans had already swarmed in.
“Wang, coming to feed us again, huh.”
“What’s on the menu today? Slide into my mouth first, give me a show of four dishes and a soup.”
“Listen to me, Wang, your true calling isn’t streaming, it’s cooking.”
“My takeout has already arrived, just rice mixed with rice, waiting for Wang to deliver the rest.”
“Bugger off!” Wang said annoyed, “At least I was once in the gaming industry, and a professional player, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, a professional poker player. Classic plays like holding four twos with both jokers, only someone as ‘professional’ as you could pull that off.”
The audience burst into laughter, filling the live chat with a lively atmosphere.
Wang couldn’t be bothered to stoop to their level.
Opening the game, he said to everyone, “Today, let’s critique a game, a new one made by a friend of mine.”
“Isn’t this friend actually you?”
Ignoring the hecklers’ comments, Wang continued, “I just got this game. It’s called ‘Traditional Culture Starts with Me’…”
After a moment of silence, Wang said helplessly, “No, what kind of game title is this! Who did you learn this naming style from? You think you’re Fang Cheng or something?”
After a sigh, Wang went on, “Alright, enough about the name. Let’s get into the game. The graphics… not bad! Probably modded from another game, right?”
To better fit the dream world atmosphere, Fang Cheng had specifically applied an Immortal Spell filter, making the game’s visuals ethereal and dreamlike.
Upon entering the game, Wang was not greeted with a tutorial but found himself directly in a narrow room.
The first-person perspective of the game meant there was no sight of the protagonist’s hands or feet, not even a shadow could be seen.
Looking around, Wang noticed the game’s graphics were quite exquisite, conveying the sensation of the late eighties and nineties.
An old electric fan spun overhead, a green fridge hummed, the simple concrete floor was pocked with dents and dips, and even quotes from great people were plastered on the walls.
All this instantly transported Wang, of Wang Say Games, back to the eighties.
“Impressive detail,” Wang couldn’t help saying, “But still the rookie mistake of no tutorial.”
No sooner had Wang finished speaking than a “squeak” made his eyebrows twitch, sensing something was about to happen.
The bedroom door was pushed open, and a kindly-looking old man appeared at the door, “Kid, your grandpa’s got to go out for a bit. You just play around near the house, and come back when it’s time to eat. But remember, no matter who talks to you, don’t answer. Don’t eat anything outside, only eat what’s at home.”
“Don’t look in mirrors, don’t play with water, don’t touch sharp things. And no matter what, don’t go into grandpa’s room, got it?”
The old man looked kind and gentle, and his tone was very warm.
But for some reason, when Wang saw him, he felt an indescribable eeriness.
It was like seeing someone in a dream, someone incredibly familiar yet impossible to recall who they were.
Before Wang could figure it out, the old man had already closed the door, his footsteps slowly fading away.
After pondering for a while, Wang walked to the door, then silently stepped out.
Outside was the living room of the house, opposite which was a room with a lock on the door, evidently grandpa’s room.
Everything seemed so ordinary, even cozy, but something didn’t sit right with Wang.
This unease seemed to come from some instinct, making him think more and more, and the more he thought, the more terrified he became.
Finally, someone in the live chat spoke up, “Did anyone notice that when Wang left the room just now, the door made no sound?”
A chilling realization washed over Wang, sending shivers down his spine.
This game… something’s off!