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In the live stream, Pighead Bro's hands were shaking.

His hand, which is usually incredibly steady when playing FPS games.

But at this moment, he couldn't even light a cigarette.

The lighter clicked several times, and a flame shot out, but it just wouldn't reach the cigarette butt.

The various scenes in the animation were like a dull knife, cutting deeply into Pighead's heart.

Blanch!

Pighead slammed the lighter onto the keyboard.

His eyes were red, and his nostrils twitched violently.

"I'm not watching anymore."

At this moment, reason snapped.

Forget about sponsored content, traffic, and livestream effects. Forget about all that.

He felt a tightness in his chest, and the physical nausea made him want to vomit.

"Brothers, I really can't take it anymore."

His voice was hoarse as he spoke into the microphone.

"This Su Bai isn't human. Seriously, he's not human. Rebecca was so good. Couldn't he at least have been given a proper burial? Couldn't he at least have been given a final message? I've seen countless films, and I've never seen a character so utterly ruined!"

The live stream chat was so dense that the comments were completely blurred and unreadable.

Pighead Bro slumped in his gaming chair, his hands covering his face, despair seeping through his fingers.

"How the hell are we supposed to fight this? David's in that state, Rebecca's gone too, it's a dead end! This is pure garbage!"

It's not just Pighead Bro.

At this moment, the entire online audience was completely devastated.

They turned off the video and stormed into various online platforms.

#Rebecca's tragic death#, #Su Bai get out of the animation circle#, #Adam's hammer must die#

These few keywords, like rockets, caused the server to lag within minutes.

In the past, when they criticized Su Bai, it was with a sense of mockery, a feeling that even though he was torturing them, they were still enjoying it.

But today, it's all real fire.

That kind of burning rage—the urge to drag the author out of the internet and beat them up.

Just when the whole internet was filled with lamentations, and everyone was immersed in impotent rage with no outlet for their frustration.

An inconspicuous post suddenly appeared on the famous gaming forum NGC.

Since we can't save Rebecca in the anime, let's go kill the hell out of the game!

The post was very simple, consisting of only one screenshot.

That's the interface of a game called Cyberpunk 2088.

In the screenshot, the player is holding a shotgun similar to the one Rebecca used in the previous storyline, standing on the roof of Arasaka Tower, with Adam's Hammer's corpse beneath his feet.

The original poster only provided one sentence.

"I got a refund a long time ago, and just bought it back. For this moment, I used a cheat engine to become an invincible war god, just to personally send this bullet into Adam's brain. This shot is for Rebecca."

This statement instantly went viral across the internet.

Within just one minute, the number of replies exceeded 10,000.

The eyes of the audience, who had previously had nowhere to vent their frustration, lit up instantly.

Yes!

This is Su Bai's animation; we can't interfere!

But that damn Adam Hammer, he's in the game!

In that game that was previously criticized by countless people as industrial garbage due to its numerous bugs and poor optimization, there is a living Adam Hammer!

[Damn! How come I didn't think of that! I'm going to download the game right now!]

Is this what they call breaking down the dimensional barrier? If that old bastard Su won't let me kill him, I'll kill him myself!

[Team up! Anyone have a max-level save file? Send me a copy! I'm going to go and slaughter that tin can!]

【I'm going too! Damn it, there won't be any peace at Arasaka Tower tonight!】

A bizarre and frenzied wave instantly swept across the entire internet.

......

Overseas, at the headquarters of Storm Games.

It was the middle of the night.

Adam, the regional manager for China, sat in his chair with a worried expression.

Ever since the 2088 release went bust and the company's stock price plummeted, he has been worried every day that he would wake up the next day to be ousted by the board of directors.

After all, the sales in the Dragon Kingdom region he was in charge of were the worst.

Is that Su Bai really reliable?

Adam took a sip of his now-cold coffee, his heart pounding.

Although Su Bai confidently claimed that he could revive the game.

But the anime has been airing for more than half its episodes, and apart from its good reputation, the game's sales growth has been lukewarm.

After all, it's just electronic waste. Who would play with a pile of poop just for an animated cartoon?

Just then.

"Beep beep beep!!"

A piercing red alarm suddenly blared in the operations center without warning.

Adam's hand trembled, and coffee spilled all over the floor.

"What happened? A hacker attack? Or did the server catch fire?"

He stood up in a panic and yelled at the technician outside.

Several technicians on duty were covered in sweat, their fingers flying across the keyboard, their faces showing expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

"Boss! It wasn't a hacker attack!"

The technical director turned around, his voice trembling.

"The number of online players is skyrocketing! Massive numbers of players are logging into the game! The servers are about to explode!"

"What?" Adam was stunned. "Where did these players come from? It's the middle of the night!"

"It's the Dragon Kingdom District!"

The technical director pointed to the almost vertically rising curve on the big screen, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

"Just now, the number of online players in the Dragon Kingdom region surged to one million! And it's still rising! The game platform just sent us an email asking if we were hacked, as their download bandwidth was overwhelmed!"

Adam stared blankly at the data chart that was a deep, purplish-red.

One million players online?

That was a spectacle that even the day 2088 was launched had never seen before!

"Are these people crazy?" Adam muttered to himself.

The tech lead pulled up a set of backend data, his expression becoming even more peculiar.

"Boss, what's even stranger is that these newly logged-in players haven't done any main quests or explored the map."

"What are they doing?"

"They are at Chongta."

The tech lead swallowed hard and switched the screen to the game's heatmap.

On the map of Night City, most areas are black.

Only the spot at Arasaka Tower is a deep, blood-red color!

"According to the backend logs, the first thing these millions of players did upon logging in was to find the final boss, Adam's Hammer." The technical director's voice trembled.

"And the weapons they used were all sorts of bizarre—some used wrenches, some used bricks. But they had only one goal: to kill Adam a hundred times over!"

Adam was completely dumbfounded.

He suddenly pulled out his phone and shakily dialed Su Bai's number.

The phone rang twice before being answered.

Su Bai's lazy and calm voice came through the receiver.

"Hey, Mr. Adam, still up so late?"

Adam's hand was trembling as he held the phone; he even wondered if the man on the other end of the line possessed magic.

"President Su! What did you do? My server crashed! It's full of people!"

"Oh, that one."

Su Bai's voice was calm.

"That's just a little bit of frustration from the players; let them vent it."

"A little mood swing?!"

Adam's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared at the number of online viewers that had soared to 1.5 million on the big screen.

"This is called a minor emotional outburst? This is practically a cyber riot! Mr. Su, is your animation meant to heal or depress? These people are practically tearing Night City apart!"

On the other end of the phone, Su Bai chuckled softly.

"Mr. Adam, remember what I said before."

"When reality is too cruel, people always need a virtual outlet."

"Now, your game is the exit."

Su Bai paused, his tone revealing absolute confidence.

"Also, tell your tech team to quickly scale up the servers. This isn't even the peak yet."

Adam was stunned.

"Isn't that enough?"

"certainly."

Su Bai's lips curled into a cruel smile.

"Because David isn't quite dead yet."

......

After hanging up the phone, Su Bai casually tossed it onto the sofa.

In his field of vision, the numbers on the system panel were jumping wildly.

[Depression Value +100!]

[Depression Value +200!]

[The current total level of depression has exceeded the critical point! The new animated film "Spirited Away" is about to be released!]

Su Bai did not rush to check the reward.

He turned around and looked at Shen Qingyue, who was completely stunned behind him.

This aloof beauty from the art academy is currently holding a tablet computer.

Looking at that post about revenge for Rebecca, his eyes were red and his fingers were still trembling slightly.

She had only just recovered from that suffocating grief.

"Did you see that?"

Su Bai pointed to the rapidly increasing number of online game players on the screen, his voice low.

"That's the power of emotions."

Shen Qingyue raised her head, looking at Su Bai with a complicated expression.

This man is a madman.

He's a genius too.

He manipulated countless emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness in just a few minutes of footage.

He killed the character in the animation, but allowed countless players to bring her back to life in another world.

"You guessed it all along?" Shen Qingyue's voice was hoarse. "You knew the audience wouldn't be able to handle it, you knew they'd seek balance in the game?"

"certainly."

"Hate lasts longer than love, and regret is more unforgettable than perfection."

"Only by making Rebecca die so hastily and without dignity will the audience's hatred reach its peak."

"They hate Adam's hammer, and they also hate me for creating all of this."

"This hatred will translate into tremendous consumer spending and dissemination power."

As he said this, a chilling light flickered in Su Bai's dark eyes.

"Right now, everyone on the internet is talking about Edgewalker and playing Cyberpunk 2088. Shen, the campus belle, as an animator, isn't this the greatest achievement?"

Shen Qingyue opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found herself speechless.

Yes.

From a business perspective, this is a textbook example of success.

From an artistic perspective, this ability to evoke emotions across the entire internet is unparalleled.

But it really hurts.

You rascal.

"You're such a little genius, you'd better not go out lately."

Shen Qingyue took a deep breath and gave her evaluation through gritted teeth.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Su Bai shrugged indifferently, then sat back down in the boss's chair, his eyes turning cold again.

"Alright, let the animation continue."

He gently pressed the Enter key.

The screen lit up again.

Those were the last few minutes for the marginalized traveler.

"Now, let's send David off on his final journey."

......

In the animation.

Adam's Hammer did not disappear because it was killed a million times in the game world.

He remained like an insurmountable mountain before David.

The prosthetic body was completely destroyed and turned into scrap metal.

But David did not look at Adam's hammer.

He turned his head with difficulty, staring intently at the spaceship that was disappearing into the distance in the sky.

Lucy is in there.

Lucy's cries over the communicator were heart-wrenching.

"David! No! Please, let's go together..."

As David listened to her voice, his previously unfocused pupils regained their light for the last time.

He smiled.

On that blood-stained face, a smile appeared that was more painful than crying, yet also incredibly relieved.

"I'm sorry, Lucy."

The boy's voice was very soft, so soft that it seemed as if it could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

"It seems like we can't go to that world anymore."

This moment.

Viewers who had just vented their anger in the game returned to the live stream, ready to see if David could create a miracle.

It felt like my heart had been suddenly crushed by an invisible hand.