When they received a rejection reply, the brains of the relevant personnel at Yogame went into a state of shock.
He repeatedly checked the email, even asking his colleagues to come over and read it several times to confirm that he wasn't seeing things or that he hadn't sent it to the wrong person.
He had genuinely invited this rising star designer in the name of the Ma family!
And now, he was rejecting all of it?
Are you kidding me, dear?
It took about half an hour for the staff member to come to terms with the situation. He swallowed hard and forwarded the screenshot of Ye Feng's reply to his superior.
He was just an ordinary worker...
But as he mulled over that reply, he couldn't help but click his tongue. Was this person truly a highly skilled individual?
In the entire gaming industry, who dared to refuse Nanshan Pizza Hut?
Everyone was singing praises of Nanshan Pizza Hut, and everyone wanted to join Nanshan Pizza Hut.
Sure enough, as soon as he sent the screenshot, the corresponding measures were swiftly enacted.
Major platforms banned the broadcast of "Digging for Ascension." They didn't prohibit players from playing, but they banned live broadcasts of this game in public.
Their reasoning? The game could incite violent tendencies.
As platforms where games are released, they had the authority to restrict the dissemination of problematic games.
Brother Yin, who was live streaming, had already reached the snowy mountain level. Every step now felt like walking on the edge of a knife.
God knows how much effort he put into reaching this position.
"It's a snowy mountain, and the skillful movements are heart-wrenching."
"Hello, everyone, I've been digging for two and a half years."
"Hey, show your skills, buddy!"
"Bet a bag of spicy strips that it'll fall within ten minutes!"
The barrage scrolled rapidly, attempting to provoke even greater reactions from Brother Yin's already tumultuous heart.
He stared intently at the computer screen, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed nervously.
*Ring ring! Ringing!*
The mobile phone on the desk rang incessantly, startling Yin, who had just swung the sledgehammer. The mouse slipped from his hand.
The raised pot rebounded like a little man, and the background shifted from the frigid lavender and blue scenery to the warm and fiery Orange Mountain, then to the white clouds and blue sky of Furniture City...
Boom!
The sound of the jar hitting the ground was solid, as if a hammer had struck everyone's heart.
Everyone watching the live broadcast felt like they'd been struck in the head, especially Brother Yin, who was controlling the character with his mouse.
The game's sarcastic commentary never stopped, continuously pointing out his failures.
"I'm calling NM, I want to see who's calling me!" Brother Yin's eyes blazed scarlet. He'd never wanted to tear someone apart so badly.
The barrage also expressed their dissatisfaction upon seeing this. They enjoyed watching Brother Yin break his defenses and fall, but only when he made mistakes, shook his hands, cooked on his own...
It was like the game's equipment failed to strengthen itself and was instead fused with others.
'Real death tones!'
"Let me tell you, if I get to this position and someone calls to disturb me..."
"It's really frustrating to think about it, because it's so hard to climb here!"
"How high the position is, how distressing it is!"
"I can fully empathize, family members ToT!"
"Hello? What's the matter?" Brother Yin's face was expressionless, his voice cold.
The person on the other end was from Sharks' official operations. If they didn't offer a satisfactory explanation, he wouldn't let it slide.
They seemed to be aware of what had happened and quickly explained the latest situation.
The more they spoke, the deeper Brother Yin's frown became.
After a long time, the other side hung up.
Sitting in his chair, Brother Yin stared at the game screen. The protagonist returned to his familiar hometown, and he unconsciously touched his heart.
At that moment, there was indeed a twinge of pain.
But no matter how painful it was, it wasn't as shocking as the news he received.
The game couldn't be played anymore?!
He was a little confused upon receiving the news. Violent tendencies? He didn't think so. Just because he slapped the keyboard a couple of times, did that count as violence?
The platform had already issued the final warning. If the game wasn't shut down, it would face a temporary suspension penalty.
"Brothers, let's stop playing. Something's happened." Brother Yin still didn't know how to explain to everyone in the live broadcast room.
Before he could speak, the live broadcast room erupted.
"What's going on? Sister Zhou and the others just started playing the game!"
"The anchors received simultaneous calls to play the game. Smells like a conspiracy."
"Monkey, tell me, what's going on!"
"I heard from a small anchor that 'Digging the Ground for Ascension' has been banned from broadcasting and won't be aired in the future."
Brother Yin looked at the barrage with mixed feelings. The news couldn't be hidden, as everyone more or less knew what had happened.
"Well, it really can't be broadcast," Brother Yin sighed.
At this moment, he couldn't figure it out either. This game had brought him the
most torment, mental anguish, and even anger while playing it. But now that he couldn't play it, he felt an emptiness in his heart.
"Because a certain platform labeled this game as having violent tendencies," Brother Yin said somewhat exasperatedly.
"I just smashed a few keyboards, and they said I was being influenced by the game to become violent."
"Let's not dwell on it. I'm feeling anxious. Of course, I can't livestream it, but you can still play it yourself, and there's no ban on playing."
Upon hearing his words, the barrage also felt exasperated, as nobody felt that this game had violent tendencies.
In the past, when some people lost the game and smashed the keyboard or slapped the table, they weren't treated like this, were they?
"Advise designers not to meddle in the gaming circle."
"Could a certain platform be launching a game-shoveling platform?"
Looking at the barrage, Brother Yin was shocked. "Damn, if there are such games as 'shoveling the ground,' I'll be the first to criticize it!"
In a short time, all the live broadcast platforms featuring "Digging for Ascension" vanished completely.
Meanwhile, Ye Feng received some news.
Yogame had already removed his game from the shelves and requested that he make corrections. Only after these were completed would it be relaunched.
Song Shan glanced at him calmly. "I don't know if you understand, but I do."
Ye Feng remained silent. How could he not understand?
He knew that being in the limelight would make him a target, but he didn't expect to be targeted like this.
At the same time, the Yogame platform released a message.
"Due to receiving too many complaints from parents about the game being full of violent elements, the decision has been made to remove the game 'Survival Digging' and re-release it after the producer completes the necessary adjustments."
Ye Feng smiled and promptly withdrew all the earnings from this period.
After taxes and platform sharing were deducted, he was left with only 1.6 million yuan.
Still, it was enough to fund the next game.
No one could reject Dead Cells, even if they had to die on their way to charge forward.