Chapter 15: Body Desecrated!

Translator: Daoist6fubtiW

“I finally understand why the king, after unifying the country, became greedy and wanted more,” Song Shan looked at the backstage sales.

Those terrifying million sales!

In just one week, he experienced what it meant to go from nothing to something.

With the benefits provided by Ye Feng, he already achieved what an average student couldn’t achieve in several years.

He felt like he didn’t do anything; he just followed Ye Feng’s provided data and created these things.

And these things were like assignments given by a teacher; with standard data, forms, and settings, he mindlessly made them.

“Boss Ye, should we buy a car? Get a house? Or go on a trip and indulge ourselves?” Song Shan was extremely excited, teasing and laughing with Ye Feng.

“The next step? The next step is, of course, to expand the studio and work on a new game,” Ye Feng answered without any hesitation.

“The next game?” Song Shan was stunned; he hadn’t really thought about there being a next game. In his view, with the million sales, Ye Feng had already earned enough money to last a lifetime. Would a normal person still want to make another game?

But Ye Feng’s determined eyes told him otherwise. Yes, he would!

On that day, Ye Feng used his Weibo account to announce the recruitment news.

[We are glad that you all like Dead Cells. Sprout Studio has decided to expand and hopes to create more works that people will love. If you want to join our team, please send your resume to Sprout Studio’s email. We hope to have a bright future together.]

As soon as the announcement was made, it received numerous replies from netizens.

“I’ve submitted my resume, hoping to make games with you. (PS: Definitely not aiming to solo offline.)”

“Heartless game developer, give me back my keyboard!”

“What does it feel like to be targeted?”

“Heartless scammers, what is the ending of Dead Cells? I can’t beat the later stages.”

“What? New game? Won’t the players who can’t even handle the fifth cell flock to it?”

“Yogame CEO Teng Feng (twisted face): How could they put the final boss in the fifth cell and deny us the ending!”

“So many skins, can we really obtain them for free in the game? I mean, really without spending money?”

…

Brother Yin looked at the comments below the Weibo post, feeling like every pore in his body was opened, as if he had just finished a sweat-drenching sauna; he felt extremely refreshed.

“Today, let’s do a no-hit Collector run for the fans.” He laughed and opened the game once again.

“Thanks for the gift, Black Star. Thank you, bro.” He thanked the viewers for their gifts as usual. Just when he finished thanking, he suddenly froze.

“Black Star? Who’s Black Star?” He quickly clicked on the information of the gift sender and saw the title “Black Star – Chief Designer at Sprout Studio.”

Without any hesitation, he chose to connect with Black Star.

Ye Feng also didn’t hesitate and agreed to the connection.

“You heartless scammers! Do you really have a conscience, making such a game?” Yin Ge started crying as soon as they connected.

God knows how miserably these two games tortured him. Sometimes in the dead of night, he would think, “How great would it be if I didn’t know this designer and never played these two games?”

The most magical thing about this game was that while most difficult games aimed to wean players off, this one’s excellent feel and rich equipment settings made players eager to continue playing.

Even after dying, you would think of trying again and again with a different weapon and equipment, firmly believing you would succeed.

Endless rushes of euphoria, pushing the limits, and surpassing oneself under extremely high difficulty, brought happiness that made people unable to resist getting addicted.

To not finish the fifth cell meant not seeing the true ending.

This was the reason countless players died repeatedly and cursed passionately.

“Conscience? Hahaha!” Ye Feng finally felt relieved.

“And besides, isn’t it supposed to be very simple, as you all said?” Ye Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just like players driven to the point of being mentally foggy, he, too, found it hard to understand. They all said the system was a godsend, but whose system couldn’t even complete the first task?

Brother Yin was left speechless by his retort, hesitating for a while before responding.

When they saw this notification, players’ initial reaction was disbelief, but they quickly realized that this official message was indeed genuine.

Upon entering, they witnessed the conversation between the two, and Brother Yin’s face turned red, but he could only utter weakly, “It was supposed to be simple!”

As he spoke, he opened the game’s comment section in front of the game designer. He hadn’t given a rating for Death Cell yet.

There were still three options before him:

[Very Easy]

[Moderate]

[Extremely Difficult]

As if in defiance, he quickly moved the mouse to the [Very Easy] option.

The crisp clicking sound of the mouse could be heard in the live chat.

“Rating submitted successfully. Thank you for your valuable feedback,” a pop-up window appeared on the screen.

Seeing this scene, the live chat burst into joy. It was now unclear who had won the battle of wits between the game designer and the players.

Ye Feng fell silent.

All he wanted was to complete the system’s task, was it really that difficult?

They all said that time travelers needed a godsend system, but now he had one, and he could only watch, unable to use it. He felt his soul tormented.