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Eula also opened her phone, finding it flooded with videos, many praising her. Naturally, this was due to Lin Feng's discreet promotion efforts behind the scenes.
Her heart felt slightly warmed, realizing that her actions were not in vain after all. However, she understood that the video from the official Knights of Favonius account had been posted by none other than Lin Feng himself.
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After wrapping up his tasks, Lin Feng began to worry. Having rented a Vision yesterday, he was left with very few Mora. Frowning slightly, he realized it was time to release another game.
"System, System, what game has potential?" Lin Feng urgently called out to the system within his mind, seeking advice.
"PUBG!" the system responded calmly.
"Alright, let's put it on the market!" Lin Feng nodded in agreement.
"Fifty-fifty revenue split!" the system's voice echoed again, leaving no room for negotiation.
"No problem!" Lin Feng gritted his teeth and accepted the terms.
Soon, news about the new game appearing in the app store spread rapidly.
As the top broadcaster in the gaming section, Venti promptly downloaded the game to try it out.
Initially taken aback by the 1000 Mora download fee, Venti hesitated for just two seconds before immediately recharging his account. In his past as the Tone-Deaf Bard, he might have considered it more carefully, but now, as a successful gaming broadcaster, it posed no financial strain.
Within moments, Venti entered the game's main menu, captivating his live stream viewers with its realistic style.
"Is it fun? Let's play a round!"
"Sending a small gift to support our broadcaster."
"Hurry up! Start the game, I can't wait!"
"Eh heh! Don't rush, everyone. Remember to follow the broadcaster so you won't miss out, and feel free to send some gifts if you'd like." Smiling, Venti swiftly clicked on the 'Start Game' interface.
"Matching in progress, please wait!" The screen displayed a loading circle continuously spinning on his phone.
"Cough, cough, this game requires real players to match against, and there might not be many downloads yet. Guys, why don't you download it too and join me for multiplayer matches?" Feeling slightly awkward, Venti addressed his audience with a nervous laugh.
"Broadcaster, waiting for you, I'm joining right now!"
"I've already downloaded it, matching as well!"
"Let's go..."
Shortly after, Venti successfully started his game. Puzzled by the absence of any buttons on the side, he wondered how to control it.
Soon, a "Jump" button appeared. Without hesitation, Venti gently tapped it, and his character materialized mid-air.
"Ah, how do I play this?" He adjusted his direction slightly, then began drifting towards the ground.
Similarly, other newcomers immediately jumped from their planes, filling the sky with numerous figures. Venti attempted to open the global voice chat, resulting in a cacophony of sounds flooding through:
"Heh heh... Today, Elder Eighth will challenge..."
"I hereby announce that all you flyers out there are noobs."
"Where's the broadcaster? I'm ready to take him on!"
"Cock-a-doodle-doo, oh, you're simply divine..."
These voices echoed into the live stream, instantly delighting the audience.
"So the broadcaster is also a troll, showing your true colors now, huh? Ha ha..."
"As a neutral viewer, I can't unhear that. No more eggs for me after Mr. Chicken lays them!"
"Aiyo~ What was that?! 'Chicken Sauce' won't save you now!"
"I used to really like the broadcaster..."
"Now I like them even more!"
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The corner of Venti's mouth twitched slightly; how did the live stream's tone shift so abruptly? He hastily intervened, "Everyone, please avoid discussing other broadcasters in the live stream. I'm almost landing now, and shortly, I'll teach you all some techniques."
Upon touchdown, Venti immediately dismissed the game controls. As Mondstadt's top gaming expert, he didn't need such guidance.
He observed the fist icon on the interface, nodded, and discovered that his character swung its fists accordingly. With further clicks on different buttons, he quickly grasped the basics.
"Haha, got it! This is a boxing game. This button swings a punch, this one jumps, this crouches, and this ducks..."
"These two tilt the head left or right for dodging enemy punches, clever design indeed. Now, let your broadcaster show you what true boxing skills look like, heh heh!"
With a sly grin, Venti skillfully maneuvered his character. Not far away, he spotted another figure dressed in white, also running.
"Hey buddy, let's have a match!" Venti exclaimed with a smile as he charged towards the figure.
Hearing Venti's call, the person promptly stopped and approached him.
Venti clenched his fists and launched a punch at the figure in white. Upon impact, crimson blood splattered from the opponent's body.
The figure in white attempted to strike back at Venti but easily missed as Venti dodged effortlessly. Meanwhile, Venti continued instructing his audience, "Everyone, always learn to anticipate their moves. If they're about to hit you, quickly drop down..."
Soon, after taking several hits, the figure's health bar dropped significantly. Realizing he couldn't win, the figure fled in panic.
"Heh heh, don't go, buddy! Let's keep going!" Laughing, Venti chased after him.
Quickly, a restroom appeared ahead of the figure in white. He rushed inside and slammed the door shut.
Outside, Venti grinned and called out, "There's nowhere left for you to run. Surrender now, sing a song for my live stream viewers, and I'll let you go. Otherwise, my iron fists will..."
Before Venti could finish, the restroom door opened again. Assuming the figure had surrendered to perform a song for his fans, Venti cheerfully addressed his viewers:
"Look everyone, your broadcaster has captured someone who's going to sing for us!"
"Bang... Bang... Bang!" After three gunshots, Venti's phone slowly turned gray and eventually displayed only a box on the screen.
Suddenly, five red words appeared on the screen: "You have been eliminated!"
Venti froze, unsure of what just happened.
"Guys, did he cheat or something?" Venti stared blankly at his phone and asked the audience.
"Broadcaster, it was me who took you down just now, hehe!"
"That's not cheating; it's called using a gun... Waaah..."
"I'm gone too! What kind of boxing game is this? Did someone really punch me from hundreds of meters away?"
"Haha, my mistake, my mistake!" Embarrassed, Venti chuckled and started another round.
This time, the match began instantly. Venti promptly searched for residential areas on the map, having learned their importance from the live stream viewers' explanations.
Facing the camera, Venti confidently declared once again, "Everyone, watch closely—this broadcaster will definitely secure first place this time. You know, that thing they call 'eating chicken'! I'll surely eat chicken today!"
"Eating chicken? How cruel to devour Chicken Bro, boo-hoo..."
"Just stick with Chicken Bro's eggs, dude. If you eat him, there won't be any more two-and-a-half-year-aged eggs to enjoy!"
"Hey, Broadcaster Blackheart, I advise against eating Chicken Bro—it's truly revolting!"
"Loving the tree branch vibes in the chat!"