[I used to think that games should be all about fighting and intensity, just like blockbuster movies, providing an extraordinary experience.
I used to think that a game can only be considered successful if it's like that.
But the appearance of 'This Is My War' made us realize that we, who pride ourselves as the highest civilization on this planet, might not even live as well as a fly?
I still remember that year, spring came, and we could go out to look for supplies. The sky turned into a clear blue, and the war ended... but did the war really end?]
In mid-July, the World Anti-War Organization released a message.
They were talking about the game, yet it seemed like they weren't talking about the game.
"Black Star, you old scoundrel! Have you seen the latest message from the anti-war organization?" The moment Carter saw the content, he immediately called Ye Feng.
"Old scoundrel" was the nickname players had given Ye Feng during these days, mainly to criticize his behavior while making games.
This sentiment was complex, a mix of love and hate.
Because creators manipulated players' joy arbitrarily, tormenting players by making games difficult.
They arbitrarily controlled the fates of game protagonists, making these characters' destinies heartbreaking.
Up to now, he had created three games in total, each one making players want to "send razor blades."
Over the phone, Carter's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.
This was something he hadn't witnessed during his tenure, and even in the history of game development, it had never happened.
"What happened?" Ye Feng was surprised. In the past, Blue Star, his previous life's world, was a place of gaming explosions.
Anti-war games weren't numerous, but they certainly weren't few either.
In his previous life, even if these games were excellent, they had never been mentioned by the anti-war organizations.
Without further ado, Carter directly sent Ye Feng a screenshot.
In the picture, the official account of the World Anti-War Organization specifically mentioned the game produced by Sprout Studio. They recommended that those who had never experienced war should feel its cruelty through the game.
"Do you see it? Old scoundrel, you've done it. You've done something that no one in the gaming industry has ever done!"
Ye Feng opened his computer, clicking on the corresponding link.
The constant brightness of the screen light directly shone into Ye Feng's eyes. The changing light on the screen blinked incessantly in his pupils.
Here, Ye Feng saw messages from players all around the world.
[I never play games, this is my first and last game.]
[The pain of war can only fade with time. May the world be peaceful.]
[After half a century of peace, they don't know what war is. War has become heroic and romantic legend. People can only see the war through school textbooks and museum books.]
...
War fires that had never completely died out around the world. Ye Feng couldn't change any situation, and games could only remind players of the brutality of war and the value of peace.
"People in our country haven't received this information yet. Tomorrow, you'll surely be in the headlines!" Carter's voice was filled with certainty.
"This year's independent game awards will definitely belong to you." Carter spoke seriously and confidently.
"So, is your transfer application secure?" Lately, Ye Feng had been enjoying his interactions with Carter. Besides discussing game production, Carter occasionally shared some information with Ye Feng.
Carter also loved playing games. He, too, would call Ye Feng an "old scoundrel" just like other players did.
The only difference between him and other players was that other players couldn't find an address to send razor blades to Ye Feng.
Carter could call Ye Feng to reprimand him after playing a game.
In their later conversations, Ye Feng gradually understood that no one wanted to take responsibility for the Greater Xia region.
There were too many problems here, and the biggest issue was the quality of the new game.
"It's not secure. No one is willing to come here, and you know that too." Carter sighed, his neck turning red as he held his breath. A layer of red flushed his fair skin.
"I submitted the application a long time ago, but they kept saying there's no suitable candidate." Carter's voice grew softer.
"Ah, I see." Ye Feng sighed. He didn't blame Carter for wanting to leave; the environment here was indeed a bit challenging.
"Let's talk about it later." Carter took a deep breath, his eyes filled with peculiar emotions.
Memories returned to a few days ago, when the phone on the office desk made a ding sound.
"Your transfer request meets the conditions. Please confirm again if you wish to transfer to Country H. We will arrange for someone to replace your position within three days."
He still remembered that day when the secretary had just handed him a data report.
"Dead Cells" and "This Is My War" exploded in sales in various regions.
Even that game he didn't have high hopes for, "Digging for Ascension", after synchronizing with other regions, became popular for a while as well.
Among them, the one he had the least faith in was "Digging for Ascension"
Carter was also a gamer. After playing "Shovel It: Digging for Ascension" once, he had only one thought in his mind:
People actually play this kind of game?
Playing this is more intense than a roller coaster ride! That feeling of your heart stopping isn't pleasant at all.
However, judging from the synchronized sales feedback from major regions, this game that made people want to smash their keyboards was not only being played, but by many.
Looking at the confirmation message, Carter hesitated for a long time.
Although Ye Feng's performance was excellent now, no one could guarantee the future.
Did he really want to gamble his fate on this?
Staring at the confirmation notice, he unconsciously replied with his phone.
[No, cancel the transfer.]
After replying to the message, he felt like a heavy stone pressing on him had fallen to the ground.
Staring at the data report in his hand, he didn't even know what he was gambling on.
It was as if he was really saying that phrase that players often threw around, "This is the future of the gaming industry."
The Emperor of Black Star will suppress all enemies!
The words of the netizens echoed in his mind, and Carter couldn't help but smile.
"If you can't transfer now, then just stay. Well, who cares?" Ye Feng replied with a smile.
"Alright." Carter didn't hesitate, his voice gleeful.
Ye Feng was taken aback. Did he agree so quickly?
Before Ye Feng could express his curiosity, he heard Carter's slightly triumphant voice coming from the other end of the phone.
"How did you know I canceled the transfer application?"
Ye Feng: ???
"How did you know I believe in you?"
...
"Hahaha..."
After a moment of silence, both of them couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Since you trust me like that, I'll have to lead you to the pinnacle of life." Ye Feng coughed lightly.
"In that case, I'll have to introduce a good friend to you." Carter pretended to be mysterious. "Your meeting will surely change the current situation in the game design industry."
"Who?" Hearing this, Ye Feng couldn't help but become curious.
"I won't say. You'll find out when the time comes."