Chapter 29: Please, I’m Begging You_l


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    “Ban” sounds a little scary, but actually… it’s just okay.


    Every yer more or less has mastered some ways to ess the inte scientifically, and those old yers from the ’80s and ’90s havee out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, finding a game is no problem for them.


    In that era, to y a game, you needed to know not just where to download it, but also how to modify the registry, how to change the game path, and how to download and install software libraries.


    Sometimes, just dealing with virtual drives could take hours, and being able to y the game the next day was considered good luck.


    And for a “horror game,” being banned is actually an honor.


    It’s basically official recognition from a tform, indicating that your game indeed has some real merit, especially in terms of being authentically terrifying.


    Realizing the tform’s attitude, a horde of horror game enthusiasts who had just gotten excited were now in mourning.


    However, the impact wasn’t that big.


    The vast number of active gaming area content creators felt nothing because, after all, they were too scared to y the game; it didn’t matter to them.


    Wang Say Games was filled with guilt, however.


    Although Living Immortal had told him before that the game could be freely distributed.


    He hadn’t anticipated that the game could actually stir the tform officials, and so he was filled with guilt towards Living Immortal.


    Out of a sense of responsibility and guilt, he first sent a message to Living Immortal to express his apologies and assured that he would try his best to reverse the impact.


    Then, he asked his fans in the fan group to temporarily stop discussing the game and to pause downloading it.


    Finally, he wrote a letter to the tform officials, stating that he was in contact with the game creator, hoping that the game tform could rx a bit.


    As a former gamer, Wang knew that the psychological resilience of neers isn’t actually that strong.


    Or one might say, the psychological resilience of ordinary people is very weak.


    A single ban, a single blow, could very likely break a promising young individual, and afterwards, no more good games may evere from them.


    Plus, he felt a certain responsibility for the incident, so he decided to take the lead to see if he could salvage the situation.


    World Immortal had not yet replied, but the tform had quickly responded.


    After all, Wang was a top-tier streamer, carrying some weight on the tform, and they already had a contingency n for such matters; now was the time for a quick reaction.


    A business customer service representative immediately contacted Wang, taking charge of his concerns.


    At the start of the private chat, the business representative said apologetically, “I’m sorry, Mr. Wang, we’ve seen your request. But, someoneined to the tform about this matter.”


    “Someone from above… who specifically?” Wang asked, puzzled.


    “I can’t tell you the details, but I can say it was after someone’s son yed this game and got too scared to leave the house. They were quite angry and pointed a few fingers at us, so we had no choice but to ban the game,” the representative exined.


    Wang clicked his tongue, feeling a bit vexed.


    But he thought he should persevere a bit more, so he asked, “If I get the creator to modify the game and reduce some of its impact, then do you think the game could be released again?”


    “That’s tough,” the customer service said regretfully, “In cases like this, it’s rare for a game to be released again. However, we can put it on the back burner for a few years, until the other party forgets about this incident.”


    After chatting with the customer service again, Wang realized that there were other ways out, such as asking some VIP to speak up, or creating a public opinion topic, so the tform could shift the pressure away.


    However, VIPs wouldn’t care about this issue, and there wasn’t much explosive potential in public opinion, so it was very likely to end with no result.


    In the end, Wang could only regretfully say, “Ah, there’s nothing more to be done.”


    “I’m sorry, Mr. Wang.”


    Having ended the conversation, Wang began to think about how to break the bad news to Living Immortal.


    But, to his surprise, the explosive moment he had been hoping for happened very soon.


    Saturday night at eleven 0 nine.


    Horror games were a niche genre, and although it was a pity that the game was banned, the incident passed quickly without causing much of a stir.


    However, at this time, Mom of Pingping released a new video.


    In this video, Pingping and her mother, who had never shown their faces before, finally appeared on screen.


    From the quality of the video, it was clear that they didn’t have professional streaming equipment, but had filmed it with a cellphone.


    Mom of Pingping was a haggard middle-aged woman.


    Her hair was half gray, and her checkered shirt had faded from washing.


    By her side, was a cute-looking girl.


    The girl’s clothes too were faded from washing, but they presented their most spirited selves, though the video still radiated visible poverty.


    Beyond the poverty, what caught the viewers’ attention was the girl’s legs.


    She was sitting in a wheelchair, with her legs absent from below the knees, which was why she had said she couldn’t go out to work.


    She was disabled.


    Facing the camera, the middle-aged woman looked embarrassed but still said firmly, “Hello everyone, I am Mom of Pingping, this is my daughter, Pingping.”


    Pingping shyly nodded and then began to speak in a hoarse voice, her words broken and intermittent, “Hello…everyone…I am…Pingping…”


    As she spoke, she couldn’t help but wave her hands, using signnguage to express what she wanted to say.


    After greeting, Mom of Pingping took out medical records one by one and said, “Pingping was in a car ident at the age of ten, leading to the amputation of her legs, and her throat became hoarse due to inhaling arge amount of harmful gas at that time. My husband is working during the day and driving at night to make money, and he hasn’te back yet.”


    She smiled, held her daughter’s hand, and continued, “I’m not trying to evoke pity, just exining our current situation. I need to take care of Pingping at home every day, so I can’t go out. I heard that you can make some ie from making videos here, so I started to film videos of me doing handicrafts and cooking. But each of our videos only got a few hundred views, and the total ie was… sixteen yuan and twenty-three cents.”


    After showing her previous video earnings, Mom of Pingping smiled sheepishly, “But thest three videos got around two hundred thousand views each, and each video made more than four hundred yuan. It might not be much to many people, but for us, it’s a significant ie.”


    Pingping also picked up her cellphone and began using Al voice to y the text she had previously recorded.


    “These few videos are of the game ‘Spreading Traditional Culture Starting from Me.’ I don’t know why you find some parts scary; I don’t feel scared at all, but it seems that only a few people we know can pass this game, which is one of our few special skills. So, I have a favor to ask of the tform’s uncles and aunties.”


    At this point, the girl bowed deeply, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and continued ying, “Please, can you not ban this game?”