Game Development: Starting with Recreating the Anime Game Style

Chapter 265 Is this okay?
This is especially evident in live streams.

On the first night after the update, a highly dramatic scene unfolded in the live stream of "Lao P," a well-known game streamer in China.

In the game, after Old P finished searching a building, he was about to move on to another location when he saw a golden item on the ground.

[Obtain the collaboration component: M4-Muzzle]

"Oh? The shipment has been completed?"

Old P was slightly surprised. This item doesn't drop very often, so getting one at the start of the game was pretty lucky.

The live stream chat was filled with comments like "Lucky Emperor" and "Absorb some of his good luck."

But no one expected that this was just the beginning.

Two or three minutes later, he pulled out another grip.

After killing another person, he sold another magazine.

When he rummaged through an inconspicuous toilet and found the fourth component, the stock, the entire live stream room fell silent.

On the screen, only a dense array of question marks remained, completely obscuring the entire image.

"..."

Old P was also stunned. He looked at the four different M4 components in his backpack and his breathing became a little rapid.

"No...it can't be right?"

"One more, one more sight..."

He controlled the character, his hands trembling as he ran towards the last house, his heart pounding in his chest.

Pushing open the door, a golden box lay quietly on the floor.

[Obtain the collaboration component: M4-Sight]

Done!

A set of five, not one missing!
After a brief silence, Old P suddenly jumped up from his gaming chair and let out a roar that sounded inhuman.

"Brothers! Did you see that?! That's what it means to be the chosen one!"

"I am called the Chosen One!"

"Who else!"

He was so excited that his voice changed tone, and he was gesturing wildly in front of the camera.

The popularity of the live stream skyrocketed, and the chat exploded.

"Holy crap! That's a shill! I'm reporting him!"

"This game must have some powerful backing, right? I don't believe it! I searched all night and didn't find a single thing!"

"P-chan!!! Please! Just kill yourself!! We can't win this game!! Winning will shorten your lifespan!! If you can't win this game, I'll kowtow to you right now!"

The barrage of question marks in the comments section completely woke me up from my reverie.

The fervor on Old P's face vanished instantly, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

He took a deep breath and solemnly announced to the screen: "From now on, my name is no longer 'Gun-Wielding Man,' but 'King of Voldemort'!"

Then, the style of the story suddenly changed, and the tough guy who used to chase after gunshots and drive like a bumper car disappeared.

Instead, there is an ultimate old fox who only dares to drive along the edge of the map.

Old P himself could feel that this game was probably the most tense and exciting one he had played in the past month. He was easily startled by the slightest disturbance.

Midway through, his mother opened the door and came in. He screamed and pulled back, causing the headphone cord and the main unit to be pulled backward, which visibly scared his face to the point of turning white.

Fortunately, the computer is still running normally.

Time ticked by, and the safe zone kept shrinking. Old P's luck was off the charts; he was lucky to be in the perfect safe zone for several consecutive times, without even moving an inch. "Stay calm, we can win!"

He stared at the screen, as if trying to hypnotize himself, but luck eventually runs out, and he was eliminated in the final round.

The final safe zone appeared in a wheat field a few hundred meters away, with no cover in the middle.

"Running away from the poison gas! Running away from the poison gas!"

"P-chan, this is going to be a big deal!"

Gunshots whistled in his ears. He twisted and turned, using his serpentine movement skills to the fullest extent. He was about to rush into the safe zone, but the damage from the poison circle was getting higher and higher.

"Spray pesticides! Spray pesticides!"

"It's too late! We have to fight!"

Old P ran while using a first-aid kit, his health bar fluctuating wildly like a roller coaster.

Finally, just a few steps from the safe zone, a burst of bullets swept across the wheat field and landed precisely on him.

The screen instantly turned gray.

The live stream was silent for a moment, then erupted into a tsunami of laughter.

Old P was so angry that he slammed his hands on the table, but he used too much force and winced in pain, clutching his hands and sucking in cold air.

The streamer's breakdown only earned him more merciless ridicule in the chat.

He stared at the gray screen, his expression shifting from anger to frustration, then to resentment. Finally, as if struck by a sudden realization, he burst into a deafening burst of maniacal laughter.

"Haha. Hahahahahaha!"

Amidst a barrage of comments saying "The streamer has finally gone crazy," he pointed at the screen, laughing until tears streamed down his face.

"Brothers! Even though I'm dead, look at the top right corner!"

The audience followed his gaze and saw that the ID of the player who had just killed him had also turned gray in the kill notification.

He was poisoned to death!
"That kid beat me to death, but he didn't even have time to heal himself before he got killed too! He didn't even get to lick my bag! Hahahaha!"

"Nobody's going to have it easy!!"

"No, I'm going to message him privately. I'm going to tell him what's in my bag!!"

This peculiar mentality of "If I die, you won't have an easy time either" instantly tickled the funny bone of all the audience members.

~~~
Old P's breach of defense was just the beginning.

His clip of "If I die, you won't have a good time either," coupled with his final, maniacal laugh, spread throughout the entire Chinese gaming community overnight.

Countless players laughed and pounded their chests in the comments section, cursing him as a "shill" while expressing their sincerest sympathy for his eventual fate.

Beneath the hype lies the near-fanatical enthusiasm of players for this brand-new gameplay.

Overnight, major gaming forums, online communities, and social media were flooded with posts about the collaboration with "Peacekeeper Elite".

"【Wish List】Can I finally get my hands on the M4's scope today? I'm just one more thing to get, I'm going crazy!"

"Are you kidding me? My friend got three in one game, and I played all night and didn't see a single one. Does this game have some kind of warehouse inspection system?"

"Hey upstairs, don't ask. The answer is that you weren't sincere. Yesterday I took a bath, burned incense, and played the game upside down. I got the stock of an AKM right at the start!"

"The new gameplay is so addictive! Now the final circle isn't about shooting skills anymore, it's about who can survive the longest! Yesterday I watched the last two people, one was healing on the edge of the circle, and the other was stubbornly holding on inside the circle, neither of them wanted to go into the circle first, and in the end they both died from the poison gas, it made my stomach hurt from laughing."

What was originally a simple "battle royale" game has, with this small change, generated countless new entertainment effects.

Players are no longer just fighting for final victory, but also using their wits and courage to safely smuggle the golden components out of their backpacks. This experience elevates the game's tension and strategic depth to a whole new level.

(End of this chapter)