Tokyo Video Game Tycoon.

This was something he had no idea about.

The mouse opened one of the recordings, and immediately closed it after hearing sound for just one second.

Then the mouse paused for a few seconds, and then a typing area appeared on the screen.

"Thanks for providing me with such excellent material. I'll make you suffer a fate worse than death. Trash, garbage! How dare you slander video games?"

Data transmission in progress.

At this moment, he was terrified, and he roared, "Who are you? You bastard! Who are you?"

However, the mouse in the computer seemed not to hear this sound, and it seemed to intend to continue searching the entire computer.

However, even if Sato is a pervert, he wouldn't keep too many of these things.

"That's it! The power supply!"

Only then did Sato suddenly remember the power supply issue. He rushed to the sockets and roughly unplugged them all, finally shutting down the computer completely.

Staring at the dark screen, he felt somewhat lost and disoriented.

It's too late...

In a dark room, a server is slowly shutting down from its high-speed operation, and the room temperature is gradually decreasing again.

Aya Tsukino stared at the screen with a look of disgust on her face.

Sato had already shut down the computer, but she had basically achieved her goal; she had even managed to steal a complete recording.

While it's a bit of a shame that not all of them are included, just one would actually be enough.

Right now, she just thinks these athletes are pretty shady.

Previously, some dirty secrets about athletes were found through hidden corners.

These scandals are enough to ruin their careers.

Some were involved in gambling, others in covert personal attacks, and countless other even more egregious acts.

It's safe to say that almost every dirty trick that appeared in the game Super Baseball League is here.

In other words, the behavior of making faces or directly mocking others on the field did not actually occur.

They wouldn't be foolish enough to do such a thing on a live television broadcast.

In terms of professionalism, this game is probably not very good.

But in terms of realism, is there a game more realistic than this?

Do you think Takeyusei made this game with a specific meaning in mind?

Could it be that Takeyusei was once a baseball fan who became a baseball hater after experiencing something, and then developed this game?

In fact, Aya Tsukino thinks this new baseball game is much more interesting than the old ones.

It adds a lot of entertainment elements, making it interesting for casual observers who aren't interested in baseball to try it out.

In terms of gameplay, Zhuyouxing has grasped it quite precisely.

Bamboo Star could have been taken a step further, for example, by adding some data enhancements to make the whole game look more like a role-playing game, which would definitely have made it more popular.

But that would be a bit lowbrow and would seem like exploiting players. Zhuyouxing has already gained a certain social standing and is starting to be popular with players. He can no longer make any bizarre games at will, otherwise it would affect his social standing.

This kind of social status is not easy to accumulate.

Tsukino Aya realized that there was still a lot of knowledge about Takeyusei that she needed to learn, so she had to keep a close eye on him and try to squeeze every last drop of knowledge about video games out of his brain.

As for the video she had just obtained, Aya Tsukino simply sent it to the internet using a hidden overseas IP address, and then quietly waited for the incident to unfold.

In fact, it didn't even need to ferment. In just half a day, just like the last TV station scandal, fans, TV viewers, and onlookers were all shocked.

This melon... is huge!

Chapter 152 We Must Not Be Weak

If it's just one person being exposed for some scandals, at most that person is ruined.

However, this person inadvertently exposed many of his teammates and other athletes from the league.

The team members did tasks that ranged from big to small.

The scale can escalate to the point where the public is so angry they could drown him in their spittle; the scale can be something like a gang fight.

That's not the key point. The key point is that the actions of these athletes immediately made the entire baseball league a target.

On the day the incident broke out, the owner of the luxury apartment where Sato lived ordered him to leave immediately.

Even if it's a breach of contract, I will absolutely not let Sato stay here for another single day.

Because it's simply a disgrace.

This luxury apartment is almost entirely inhabited by people from the upper-middle class.

They are all of high overall quality and each of them cherishes their reputation.

They absolutely cannot accept having a scandal-ridden person living in their building.

Sato was somewhat bewildered when he was first kicked out of the apartment.

He took out his phone to call his agent.

“Sato, do nothing right now. Find a secluded place and hide. Make sure no one can find you! Otherwise, you’re dead! Also, don’t contact me again. I can’t save you because you’ve angered the entire alliance.”

"Wait, Black Mountain, I didn't do those things. My computer did them. My computer suddenly started working on its own and released a bunch of data. I haven't even seen those things myself, so how could I have released them?"

"It's no use arguing with me now. I'm just giving you my final advice. Fine, our relationship ends here. This is my unilateral termination of contract and resignation. I'm very sorry, Sato."

If it were just Sato revealing that he had dated multiple women in the past and was suspected of sleeping with fans, his manager could still find a way to resolve the issue, since cleaning up after their clients is a basic professional obligation.

But he never expected that Sato would expose the dirty deeds of many of the league's members.

This really angered everyone. His manager couldn't withstand the pressure at all, and severing ties with Sato was the most rational decision.

He had already done more than enough by reminding Sato to find a place to hide.

Whether he listens or not is none of his business.

And what he said about the computer being controlled—who would believe that under those circumstances?

Even if it's true, his future will still be completely destroyed.

There is no future in continuing to develop under such people.

If he were a star player who had been famous for many years, that would be fine, as there would still be some residual value to be utilized. However, he is just a star player who has just started out.

Doodle.

The call was abruptly disconnected.

To prevent Sato from calling again, Kurozan pulled the SIM card out of his phone, broke it in half, and threw it on the roadside.

Now it's truly a case of everyone scattering when disaster strikes.

Sato, carrying his personal belongings and clothes, was still standing at the apartment entrance, lost in thought.

He was ultimately too young, and his rise to fame was too rapid, leaving him little time to experience the harsh realities of society.

He hasn't fully realized the seriousness of the situation yet. If he were even slightly smart, he would immediately try to find a secluded place to hide.

Let's at least lay low for a while before making any further moves.

But now he just stares blankly.

Soon, passersby noticed Sato's strange behavior, and upon closer inspection, they realized that it was indeed Sato.

Once people noticed Sato, they immediately crowded around out of curiosity, wanting to get a good look at this guy who had just exposed a lot of dirty deeds.

The apartment entrance was immediately surrounded by a crowd of reporters, who, like sharks, had caught a whiff of blood and swarmed in, shoving microphones of all sizes directly into Sato's face, hoping he would respond.

Now Sato finally understood the meaning of panic. He abandoned everything and ran away in fear. As an athlete with a strong physique, no one could stop him from escaping, and he quickly disappeared from sight.

On the internet, however, this matter cannot be concealed at all.

'Major shock! Baseball has suffered a major blow as several star players face various illegal charges.'

'Several players are suspected of colluding to fix matches and then reaping huge rewards.'

'Our newspaper has uncovered more inside information; many players have engaged in covert attacks against their rivals.'

"I never expected those star players to be like this. It's a complete collapse of their public image and a social death."

Looking at the news online, Zhu Youxing just felt that those people deserved it.

If they really have no scandals and are all clean, then even if he wanted to fight back, there would be nothing he could do.

But these guys weren't exactly clean to begin with, and they even planned to attack his game, so he couldn't blame them.

At this moment, a pop-up window appeared on his computer screen.

'Remember your promise; I'll be waiting for your payment in three months.'

Zhu Youxing quickly typed back: 'Don't worry, I will definitely make a new game that will satisfy you enough. It will be able to run directly on a computer port, without needing any game console.'

I'm really looking forward to it.

The pop-up disappeared as if it had never existed.

Takeyusei immediately called Matsuhashi Minoru in.

"Did you find the online troll group I asked you to find? Completely crush these athletes, leave not a single one alive."

All the athletes that Zhu Youxing mentioned were people who slandered his game in television interviews.

Last time, he actually held back to some extent and didn't pursue the matter further, mainly because he wanted to focus his time on making games.

But this time he discovered that the people at the TV station were persistent and that if he didn't react, there would be a third and a fourth time.

That would be a waste of time.

This time, he's going to make the TV station understand that he's not someone to be trifled with.

Matsuhashi Minoru nodded and said, "It's all been arranged. Is there anything else you need me to tell you?"

Takeyusei thought for a moment, then said, "Limit the attack to the four TV stations and those few baseball players. Don't expand it to the entire baseball field. After all, we still need to make money from baseball games in the future. Also, contact TV Tokyo and tell them: Your chance to rise is coming. Seize it."

Matsuhashi Minoru nodded and left, while Takeyusei took out his notebook and crossed out one name after another.