Another month had passed since the game was taken off the shelves.
Now, there was very little news about "Digging the Ground for Ascension" on the internet, and even the remake of "Shoveling the Ground for Ascension" was never mentioned again.
For Yogame, when a new game went cold, it stayed cold.
The original Digging for Ascension was an ultra-low-cost game. Reproducing it didn't cost much either.
Some players got refunds, some didn't.
Some even recharged and purchased virtual items in the game.
Overall, they still made money.
As for suppressing a rising star designer? In their view, this matter wasn't worth mentioning at all.
A genius who could rise up was a true genius.
...
"Old Ye, do you really want me to release this?" Song Shan looked at the release statement on the screen.
"Of course, you're the number one champion of our budding studio!" Ye Feng smiled at him.
Looking at the words 'Sprout Studio' on the screen, Song Shan couldn't help but swallow nervously.
This was the first game he had worked on!
He hurried to the bathroom, washed his hands repeatedly, and when he returned to the computer, his expression turned solemn.
Ye Feng wasn't in a hurry; his pursuit would never be just a small game.
Song Shan sat in front of the computer, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and glanced back at Ye Feng.
Until Ye Feng nodded affirmatively at him.
Click—
The clicking sound of the mouse was crisp and pleasant. The screen flickered for a moment, and then a pop-up window appeared.
[Uploaded successfully!]
Seeing these four words, Song Shan felt like his soul had been drained.
Ye Feng calmly picked up his mobile phone. He knew that promoting the new game was now his sole responsibility.
Those fans who had followed his Weibo before...
Ye Feng held his phone, looking at the 5,000 or so followers of his Weibo account.
Five thousand seemed like a lot, but only a small fraction actually saw his Weibo posts.
"How about we invest some money in publicity?" Song Shan also realized the challenge they faced.
The production of "Dead Cell" had almost depleted all the money Ye Feng had earned before.
Ye Feng glanced at Song Shan's worried expression and then chuckled. He quickly edited a message.
As a boss, how could he lead the team if he hesitated himself?
Moreover, he shouldn't hesitate because he knew that "Dead Cell" was the perfect answer!
Black Star: Filling in is very simple for you? [picture]
Under the text was an original painting.
In the distance stood a majestic building, illuminated by the sky's glow—a throne, a mountain castle, a bell tower...
A man with a dagger stood in the distance, staring at the castle. His peculiar head glowed with fiery flames, arrows embedded in his back, blood staining his right arm.
In his other hand, he tightly held an ice-blue cell full of energy.
[DEADCELL]
After sending the message, Ye Feng pocketed his phone.
"Let's go, brother treats you to dinner tonight." Ye Feng draped his arm around Song Shan's shoulder.
"Damn you," Song Shan rolled his eyes. This guy didn't even have 100 yuan on him, yet he was claiming to treat him to dinner!
"It's practically the same if I ask you."
"Why do you underestimate your boss? Hey! Today, double the instant noodles with sausage and eggs!"
"Damn you!" Song Shan laughed and cursed, following Ye Feng out of the room.
Watching Ye Feng's back, he asked himself more than once.
Did he have the courage and determination to make such a bold move?
...
[Ding Dong!]
Brother Yin was broadcasting live as usual, evaluating the peculiar little games from graduates. But these games no longer gave him the heart palpitations they used to.
Could it be that there was an undiscovered masochistic element in his personality?
As soon as this idea crossed his mind, Brother Yin was taken aback.
"The ding-dong sound of a special Weibo notification! I heard it!"
"Quickly tell me who it is! Did you secretly follow a beautiful female cosplayer!"
"Brother! We're buddies, right?"
...
The voice of the special notification sounded, and even Brother Yin was slightly surprised.
He usually didn't set up such notifications, but some time ago, he made an exception for one person.
It was the designer named 'Black Star.'
"Come on, come on! Am I the kind of person who follows female internet celebrities?" Brother Yin picked up his phone. "The only person I've cared about recently is the designer of Digging for Ascension."
"I think this kid must be feeling really wronged. Let's see if he has anything to say now that you've followed him."
"I didn't expect him to be banned. He didn't say a word about his games being removed from the shelves or being plagiarized. Damn, the big companies are really in no hurry to rectify their mistakes! I want to know what he's been thinking all this time." Brother Yin clicked on that Weibo, curious after a month of silence.
This kid was doing something extraordinary!
But when he read the Weibo content, Brother Yin was stunned.
In front of the live broadcast camera, his eyes widened in bewilderment.
About half a minute passed before Brother Yin slammed his fist on the table. "Damn it!"
This time, he used unprecedented force, and the keyboard on the desk rattled and jumped.
"Damn it, what's got the monkey so riled up? I've got to check it out!"
"Is there some shocking news? Has Teng Feng lost his humanity?!"
"He's been silent for a month, but now he's speaking up. He must have faced a lot of injustice."
...
Viewers of the live broadcast found Ye Feng's Weibo one after another.
There was only one message that had just been posted.
Exquisite original game art and a provocative caption.
[Filling in is very simple for you?]
After reading the content, everyone fell silent.
They thought he had been oppressed and silenced for the past month, unable to speak out.
They didn't expect him to release another game within that time.
"I've never been this angry before!" Brother Yin slammed the table vigorously. "The previous incident made me angry as an outsider."
"Darn it, I feel relieved that he at least came out and criticized Yogame a bit."
"But he didn't criticize them, didn't say a word, and just kept making games silently. And he really made a new game." Brother Yin looked at the picture on the screen, realizing it was more delicate than swinging a hammer.
"Guys, I'm mad that he genuinely loves making games and genuinely wants to make us happy."
"I'm angry that a designer with a pure heart who isn't driven by money is the target of suppression by a big game company."
That was the real reason he was so angry. While others just wanted to play games, 'those people' only cared about making money.
"Thankfully, this time he was smart enough to switch to Steam instead of Yogame."
"Darn it!"