Chapter 241: Chapter 161: Dawn of the New Era (Three Updates)_2


    At this time, he no longerined that the gamecked French trantion, but began to regret not taking the opportunity to learn Chinese for free when he could, feeling it unnecessary at the time.


    “The Nameless” made him fall silent.


    Western yers generally ept higher difficulty levels. Back in the FC era, the American version was always a notch harder than the Sakura version.


    They preferred challenging games with high difficulty, where the suffering was part of the enjoyment, and they demanded the production team make the games even harder.


    Therefore, even though “The Nameless” quickly ramped up in difficulty, n felt it was still within his capacity to handle, but he remained troubled by the game’s historical background.


    Afterpleting it once, he sought out a trantor to learn about that period of history, and then listened while quietly wiping away tears.


    After drying his tears, he holed up for two days. When he emerged, he produced an electronic music score, made a simple arrangement, and posted it to a forum where it was immediately pinned and widely praised.


    After that, he found rted videos online, watching and taking notes,pletely immersing himself in the history of that time.


    In this moment, the power of culture revealed itself, making Qiu Yu realize that the cultural attributes of games were more formidable than imagined.


    Then came “The Physician.”<div>


    This game had n’s blood boiling with excitement; it reminded him of the Paris Commune, the dawn of the revolution, and he joined other yers in overthrowing the evil Demon Lord Temple to bring peace to the realm.


    n also had a soft spot for the flora and fauna in “Botanic Garden,” especially enjoying walking his dog through the Botanic Garden or ying frisbee on thewn for an hour at a time.


    “The Supreme One” aroused n’s deep interest in Chinese ancient style, with concepts unique to China such as benevolence, righteousness, and propriety providing a breath of fresh air and sparking his intense interest in traditional culture.


    After ying one game after another, n had nothing but admiration for Fang Cheng Studio.


    Their creativity seemed boundless; it was as if they could endlessly produce newer and more innovative games, a quality that made n rather envious.


    Cat and Mouse Entertainment, a venerable gamepany, was already showing symptoms of corporate sclerosis, with new projects constantly being hindered.


    While profits from old games were enough to sustain them for a while, they needed a deeper moat and better, morepetitive products.


    “Magic Dynasty” was starting production on itspetitive gaming, but what was clearly a fantastic project was, paradoxically, at risk because of its solid foundation.


    There were endless appointments of personal proteges to the project, and some ignoramuses began to meddle, causing daily incidents that made n’s blood pressure spike, wishing he could fly back immediately, grab the managers by the cor, and yell, “Stop messing around, you fool!”


    Sigh.


    Feeling drained.


    With this on his mind, n temporarily lost the desire to y games, left the VR unit, and went outside to look at the night scene.


    The beginning of April in Rong City is its most beautiful season.


    The opposite building where Fang Cheng Studio was housed had already closed for the night, making it hard to imagine that such an extraordinary producer was leading an outstanding team, tirelessly working to create one interesting game after another inside.


    The window was open, and the night breeze blew through, stirring his blond hair, giving this handsome man from the other side of Earth an even more mncholic air.


    “What’s on your mind?” Qiu Yu asked in French as he approached.


    After spending over a month together, Qiu Yu had learned some French, and n had picked up some Chinese.


    They could alsomunicate in English, so their conversations would jump between the threenguages, and eventually, they had managed to engage in basicmunication.


    Looking at Qiu Yu, n thought for a moment, then voiced his dilemma.<div>


    After realizing what n was struggling with, Qiu Yu thought for a bit and then took out his phone to show n an exhibition.


    “What is this?” n asked, puzzled.


    “It’s an internal game expo at Tianyi where everyone can present a demo and thenpete against each other. The winner gets a rmendation within Tianyi and can form their own production team to develop their games.”


    “So, what does that have to do with me?”<div>


    “I want to participate, and I don’t have much time left.”


    “You’ve got a terminal illness?”


    Qiu Yu looked helpless as he watched n: “What I mean is, I want to move faster.”


    “But you’re still very young.”


    “Not that young anymore. The lifespan of people in the domestic gaming industry only goes up to thirty-five. After that age, if you don’t have a strong resume, you basically can’t stay. By that time, I’ll have to consider bing a delivery man.”


    n looked at Qiu Yu with confusion, not understanding why he was so eager.


    What he didn’t know was that in the country, thirty-five was like a curse—as soon as you reached that age, you were optimized out of the system.


    Game nners in this age group had plenty of experience, but their sries were also high. In ces like Tianyi it might be fine, but many ces didn’t need such experienced nners and would just dismiss them when they reached that age.


    After carefully listening to Qiu Yu exin thepetition, n said, “Sorry, Qiu Yu, our contract stiptes that I can’t do this sort of thing in private.”


    “Is that so…”


    “However, I have an ount in which I often upload some stuff. These things are not public but can be used. If someone took these items, there’d be nothing I could do about it.”


    Turning his head, Qiu Yu looked at n in surprise as thetter winked at him, conveying an unspoken understanding.


    “Thank you, n.”<div>


    “No need to thank me. You’ve helped me a lot, and this is my way of repaying you. Also, if… I mean, if one day I want to do something I’m passionate about, I hope you can take me in toplete it together.”


    Looking at n, Qiu Yu understood what he was getting at.


    He gently patted n’s shoulder and nodded: “Don’t worry, I get it.”


    After sending n off, Qiu Yu looked across at Fang Cheng Studio.


    Bathed in moonlight, the studio’s sprouts sparkled with a strange light, shining even in the night.


    At the moment, Qiu Yu longed to light up a cigarette, but he forcefully resisted the urge.


    He and Fang Cheng were the same age, but Fang Cheng had already reached an unthinkable height, while Qiu Yu had yet to produce his own signature work.


    “Who wouldn’t be in a hurry next to a genius?”


    Leaning against the window, the shock in Qiu Yu’s heart hadn’t yet subsided.


    Passport World was a concept full of technical prowess and an amazing idea. With Passport World, Fang Cheng Studio would be a tform in itself.


    They had the software and Kirin Industry for hardware; the beginnings of a gaming empire were emerging, whichpelled the grassroots heroes to hasten their steps so as not to be left behind by the times.


    The old gamingpanies were about to be crushed, and a new era of gaming wasing. Qiu Yu didn’t want to be cast aside just as dawn was breaking; he wanted to secure a ce for himself in the new era.


    “I must speed up. I wonder what Fang Cheng is doing now, probably thinking about a new game.”<div>


    Meanwhile, on the other side, Fang Cheng was looking over the proposals given by the Gods, murmuring to himself, “These Little Heavenly Ways, something’s not right.”