We promised to develop a game called Candy Crush, what the hell is the Third Reich?

Chapter 7 Hong Wen's Shen Qinghan: Rubbish game!!!
Shen Qinghan didn't take this old-fashioned shooting game seriously.

Although she doesn't play games much, she played competitive games for a while in college. She was able to win the college league championship in extremely difficult mecha battles.

This kind of primitive shooting game is naturally nothing.

The assault boat shook, as if it had hit something on the ground.

In the state of virtual body sensation, Shen Qinghan stumbled and almost fell, and then a voice rang in his ears:

"Everyone! Form two lines and avoid the craters!"

"Prepare to land!"

“May God bless you!”

There was no time to think about what the Lord was and why he blessed them.

bang-

The baffle in front of the assault boat has fallen.

Shen Qinghan looked up and saw that the NPC in front of him was about to charge towards the beach.

Suddenly there was a roar of machine gun fire.

Before Shen Qinghan could stand up completely, he saw the NPC in front of him being smashed into pieces by the powerful machine gun fire, and blood and flesh were pouring out from the front.

Shen Qinghan was covered in warm blood.

The touch and temperature were almost the same as reality, which made people shudder. Shen Qinghan was completely stunned.

Completely unable to think.

boom!
The chest was suddenly hit hard, and the pain didn't even have time to spread.

Bang bang bang!

Blood spurted out from all parts of Shen Qinghan's body. The thoughts in her mind were useless and she had no time to move at all. A series of machine gun bullets hit her body.

With a thud, he collapsed.

Fell on the deck.

Shen Qinghan's mind went blank.

not dead?

This thought flashed through his mind, and Shen Qinghan wanted to stand up, but he found that he could not control his body. The colors of the world in his eyes became increasingly dim, until it fell into darkness.
Then Shen Qinghan's perspective lit up again, but it became a God's perspective, watching the charge below.

Watching the soldiers on the assault boats below being wiped out by the defenders on the beach.

The game-over frame appeared before my eyes.

Shen Qinghan retreated back to the table and gritted his teeth.

I opened "World War II: Rise of Empire" again.

That was so embarrassing just now.

Luckily no one saw it.

He was beaten to death before he even got on the assault boat.

No wonder it is divided into two columns.

If we stand together, we will be sitting ducks.

How did Zhao Ming come up with such a perverted game?
And
Why is there only one chance? We have to wait so long after death. Can such a long resurrection mechanism keep people alive?
Shen Qinghan, who didn't believe in evil, appeared on the assault boat again.

Games start.

Half a day later.

In Zhao Ming's office.

It was almost noon, and Shen Qinghan, wearing a virtual helmet, sat on the sofa and played for the entire morning.

Zhao Ming estimated that he must have died dozens of times.

He continued playing even after dying dozens of times. It seemed that his design was very successful. Even Shen Qinghan was addicted to it.

Just thinking about it.

Shen Qinghan on the sofa started to move, raised his hand to pick up the virtual helmet on his head, and threw it hard to the ground:
“Zhao Ming!!!”

Mad!
I've played this game forty times, but never once did I survive more than three minutes!

There were even two times when he fell into the sea and couldn't swim out and drowned! It's outrageous!!!

What a difficult level!

Shen Qinghan gritted his teeth, stood up and glared at Zhao Ming at the desk.

Zhao Ming coughed lightly:
"What's wrong, Senior?"

Shen Qinghan gritted his teeth:
"What kind of crappy game is this!"

"This game has a completion option?! Huh?!!!"

"I died over forty times!!!"

"It's impossible to successfully log into this game!"

Zhao Ming coughed twice:

"But you've been playing for the whole morning, doesn't that mean this game is a success?" Shen Qinghan paused.
"That's what I am"

She was not convinced, so she started again and again:

"This is different."

Zhao Ming smiled and said:

"What's the difference?"

"Actually, I just don't accept it. It's not just you who thinks so. Other players will definitely think so after playing the game."

"If everyone thinks this way, the game will become popular."

Listening to Zhao Ming's twisted theories, Shen Qinghan's head was throbbing and buzzing, but he couldn't say anything to refute it, so he could only say:
“Even if this method is right.”

"Isn't the game too difficult?"

"And why can't I be resurrected after death? Why does this game have to end?"

"There are also bullets lodging on the body that are affecting the movement."

"These."

Zhao Ming said:
"That all makes sense, doesn't it?"

Shen Qinghan gritted his teeth and said:

"What's reasonable about that?"

"With this setting, the gaming experience is too bad."

"There will definitely be players protesting."

There are no resurrections, and physical injuries will affect movement.

It's hard to imagine this is a shooting game.

Shouldn't this kind of real-time feedback be found in large-scale survival games?
In this kind of gun game combat, physical injuries will affect your movements and it can be fatal.

Zhao Ming shook his head and said:
"No, this is the most real and reasonable."

"Why doesn't the game have a statistics panel or a death count?"

"Because in reality, there is only one life."

"There's no setting like other games where you can resurrect after death at will."

"It's about making players value life."

"Many people also fantasize about how, once war breaks out, they will command a vast army on the battlefield, unleashing unparalleled might and overwhelming the enemy."

Shen Qinghan's face flushed.

Why does it feel like he's talking about her?
It's true, before she died for the first time, she was still studying how to land on the beach and from which direction to take down the enemy's firepower points. As a result, she died more than forty times and still hadn't reached the beach.

Those thoughts were all in vain.

Thinking about it now, those ideas were really ridiculous.

Zhao Ming didn't notice Shen Qinghan's expression and continued:

"But the reality is often very bleak."

"Most people can only be cannon fodder."

"The kind you get on a speedboat."

"The goal is to make players experience this cruelty, recognize the reality, and know that they are just cannon fodder."

"Thus."

"Who would still look forward to war?"

“This achieves the goal of opposing war.”

“It fits the core requirements of the Anti-War Race very well.”

Shen Qinghan frowned slightly, unable to refute. After thinking for a while, he said:
"Then should we adjust the pain and movement of the game?"

"It's not easy to land on the beach in an intact state. If your limbs are broken, you're basically waiting to die."

Zhao Ming shrugged and said:
"You only have one life, and you only have one pair of hands and feet."

"This virtual helmet scans the player's body data to generate the body."

“To give players a better experience.”

"I also specifically enhanced it based on the scan."

"The character you control in the game has 1.2 times the speed and strength of your real body."

"in other words."

"A real fight is about to begin."

"Being cannon fodder in the game is no different from being cannon fodder in real life."

"I'm the one who truly cares about the players and makes games with my heart~"

(End of this chapter)