Pokémon, but cultural invasion

"I've bet fifty coins on the streamer, I have to win!"

Knowing that they were not far from the BOSS, Qi Shu hurried forward without even rescuing his elderly kin who was being held by a monster above his head.

The rare sunlight shone on the lush green open space, where a tall woman of her kind, wearing a pink cloak, carried a long bone nail.

"Don't come any closer, ghost."

Seeing the little knight enter the open space, Wasp tried to shoo it away.

“I know who you are, and I know what you want to do. I’m going to stop you.”

The moment the conversation ended and the battle began, Wasp jumped back to create distance and entered a charging state.

The cloak, swaying in a circular motion, made such a clear pre-attack animation that Qi Shu pressed the jump button to dodge the Wasp's straight-line thrust attack.

After landing, Wasp slashed backhand, not giving her a chance to continue attacking. She jumped back and leaped into the air, dashing diagonally downwards.

These two attack patterns are very obvious. While dodging, Qishu also has time to think. The pink cloak is the female lead's color scheme. It's unclear whether the little knight will join after the battle.

Her greed for the knife left her vulnerable, which was exploited by the Wasp. Although she dodged the thrown nails, she was hit by the second attack from the retrieved nails.

Wasp Woman and Fake Knight are completely different types of bosses. The former's light and frequent attacks give the little knight no chance to heal.

She leaped up and unleashed a barrage of high-density, whip-like lines around her, striking the greedy tree once more.

"No, this guy's attack frequency is too high. We must not be greedy for damage."

Realizing this, Qi Shu decided to proceed cautiously. The Wasp's four attack modes were now fully exposed, making it inevitable that he would defeat her.

At this moment, Diezi, who was waiting in Xiaoju'er's live broadcast room, came to report.

"It's too late. Xiaoju'er's second battle started earlier than the streamer's, and her attack frequency against the BOSS is about the same. If this continues, she will lose."

"What the person in front said is right. I watched both live streams at the same time, and Xiaoju'er had a huge advantage."

Dozens of similar comments scrolled by.

Are we going to lose?

Qi Shu's heart skipped a beat. He absolutely couldn't lose to an amateur, especially with that guy watching.

The little knight she controlled shed her cowardice and charged forward to deal damage despite the Wasp's attacks.

One hit, two hits.

The little knight, with only one health bar remaining, was in dire straits, but the Wrath of the Dead charm also took effect at that moment.

"The odds started off poorly."

"The strange tree has made a series of foolish moves."

"The strange tree is struggling to survive!"

The Wasp charged straight at him, but this time the little knight not only leaped to dodge but also slashed down with his sword, striking her head hard.

Taking advantage of the moment of stun after the sprint ended, Qi Shu did not choose to heal, but instead transformed his soul into a Spirit Bomb and fired it.

"boom!"

"Whoosh!"

After being hit, the Wasp threw a nail in retaliation, but the little knight nimbly dodged it and jumped onto her face to slash her, before finally managing to retrieve the second nail with a superhuman leap.

They recklessly indulge in harm, dancing on the edge of a knife.

Despite the shocking sight of blood on its head, Qi Shu fought valiantly to catch up.

The traitors on both sides immediately shared information and stirred up trouble in Xiaoju'er's live stream.

Upon learning that Qi Shu was using the talisman to manipulate the situation while at low health, Xiao Ju'er abandoned her cautious approach and launched a frenzied attack.

A barrage of comments flooded the live streaming platform, with countless eyes watching with tension and anticipation.

As the audience held their breath, Qi Shu and Xiao Ju'er almost simultaneously knocked the Wasp out of combat.

After hesitating for a moment, the Wasp shot out a web and pulled her away from the scene.

"Who wins this?"

"It's a wondrous tree!"

A sharp-eyed viewer judged that Qishu had a few frames advantage based on the naked eye. Considering the delay in both streams, it was hard to say who would win.

"Did I...lose?"

Xiaoju'er took her hands off the keyboard, as if all her strength had been drained away.

She stared blankly at the screen full of comments for a moment, then controlled the little knight to walk back and pick up the amulet she had missed at the beginning.

Whether we win or lose, let's play a little longer.

Little Chrysanthemum thought to herself, and realized while she was in a hurry, that this game was really fun.

Chapter 117 My World

The race is over, but the discussion about the new game, Hollow Knight, is far from over.

Hollow Knight's desolate and gloomy art style, combined with its smooth and exhilarating combat, resonated with a large number of players, prompting many to post boasts on social media about speedrunning the entire game after its release.

Given that the early bosses don't seem too difficult, even those with poor skills are eager to give it a try.

As for their discovery that the later bosses were completely different from the cover, and how they were utterly defeated, but fortunately a wise person devised a survival strategy by combining amulets, which was then imitated by the less skilled players who crawled on the ground to clear the game, that's another story.

Izumi, acting as the referee, replayed the race between the two racers, and Kiju won by a narrow margin.

"Soberly calculating: Are there no new games that need to be developed?"

Quanshu and Leng Jingsuan's communication was always brief and efficient, limited to work-related matters. Two days later, the other party's sudden follow-up questions about the follow-up work caught him off guard.

Are these mega-creatures addicted to coding?

Originally, we were going to give them a break and then send the game content over in a few days, but now it seems unnecessary.

"Thoughts are flowing freely: This game is very special, and I hope you will leave a modification interface after you finish developing the code."

"Calm Calculation: What Type of Interface Modification?"

"A wellspring of ideas: An interface that allows players to add or remove game content and replace art assets."

"Calm Calculation: Incomprehensible Requirements... What's the name of this game that allows players to modify it at will?"

It's understandable that Metagross would be puzzled in a world where no player has ever created a mod.

Game studios are studios, and players are players. The Alliance explicitly prohibits the theft of source code, so mods have always been the studios' private domain.

What Izumi wants to do is to spread the spark of game creation to players who are interested in it.

"Ideas Abound: Minecraft. Not just the interface, I will release a developer platform to facilitate mod creation for interested players."

"A sober calculation: Besides encouraging cheaters to modify data, what other benefit does this serve?"

"Thoughts are flowing like a spring: Maybe yes, maybe no, there will be a 'Most Popular Mod' contest after the game is released, and I hope Calm Calculation can participate."

"A flood of ideas: The competition will tally the total game time, player votes, and judges' scores, and then determine the rankings."

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Green Ridge City, Zvoitch Estate.

The Metagross monsters looked at each other, absolutely confident in their ability to compile code, making mods a piece of cake.

But... given that their first indie game, based on careful calculations, achieved good retail sales, would any human being actually interested in the mods they created?

“We have accumulated experience in developing many popular games in Tingxiang, and this may be an opportunity to test ourselves.”

The leader, Metagross, stepped forward to reassure the troops, but even it was uneasy.

Humans, beings beyond calculation... Metagross creatures have a natural fear of the uncalculable.

Number 18 chimed in, “The leader is right; calm calculation has undergone a transformation.”

“By integrating data from multiple games in the past, we can calculate the most popular module types,” Number Twenty-Four echoed.

"Number 18 and Number 24, the probability that your words are sincere is no more than 10.12%."

The Metagross leader sighed: "Actually, having made so many games, you and I both know what calm calculations really lack, which is also what humans are most interested in—imagination and creativity."

From Plants vs. Zombies to Hollow Knight, these blockbuster games are inspired by reality yet do not exist in reality.

Humans are strange creatures; they can be interested in things that don't even exist in reality.

"Go for it, whether it's imagination or creation, we'll calmly calculate how to win first place in this competition."

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A light drizzle was falling over Cerulean City.

The semi-transparent roof of the magnificent building not far away, with its geometric beauty, easily evokes the clarity and vastness of the ocean.

As soon as the Indigo League ended, eagerly awaiting rookie trainers flocked to the Cerulean Gym, only to leave disappointed.

For example, the trainer at the intersection who was standing in the rain without an umbrella or dodging, pulling at his wet hair and secretly feeling sad.

Xiao Yin didn't understand him, but she respected him.

He sought shelter from the rain at a bus stop, wrapped in a patched trench coat, his heart filled with lingering frustration.

Several days ago, during a typhoon, he and Dali were lucky enough to find a capsized fishing boat on the beach. Not far from the fishing boat, they found a middle-aged man wearing a life jacket who was unconscious.

They initially thought he was the kind woman's husband, but after moving back to the fishing village, they discovered they had saved the wrong person; the real person had already returned home safely.

The village chief, representing the nearby residents, thanked him, but knowing he wasn't acting out of any noble purpose, he quickly left.

Silver boarded a long-distance bus to Goldenrod City, but overslept and woke up in Cerulean City in a daze.

Feeling the little money he had left in his pocket, he decided to go to Golden again.

The long-distance bus service was infrequent, and Xiao Yin sat for a long time in front of the Cerulean Gym, noticing the strange boy at the other end of the bench.

He wore a red baseball cap, had black hair, and unlike the other gym challengers who failed, he had a blue badge pinned inside his jacket.

What was strange was that he didn't say a word during the two hours he sat at the bus stop.

Even when he tried to contact Professor Oak via the Pokédex, all he got was a rambling chatter on the other end of the line, and the boy could only respond to the Pokédex creator with silence.

"How...how does this guy command elves in battle?"

Xiao Yin secretly observed him and found that his most human-like trait was his love of playing video games.

He held his phone horizontally, the screen displaying Plants vs. Zombies, the game that had recently become popular in Kanto, and seemed to be playing a very difficult level.

Silver suspected it was an endless mode, but couldn't be sure because he hadn't finished the game when he was with Team Rocket.

The boy in the red hat's actions were all meticulous, and his plant placement was not like that of some obsessive-compulsive individuals; it was mostly done haphazardly, yet he always managed to achieve excellent results.

Seeing how easily and comfortably he handled the horde of zombies, Xiao Yin figured he was intelligent enough and thought positively that he wasn't a weirdo, just a mute.

"Fuck-"

The bus's tires waded through the water and came to a stop in front of the bus stop.

The mute boy paused the game, got up, and got into the car.

Is he also going to Golden City?

Xiao Yin stopped in her tracks, hesitating whether to share a bus with the strange man.

But to his surprise, the mute boy suddenly turned around and handed him a piece of bread in a plastic package.

Xiaoyin:?

He looked at his patched trench coat. Were they treating him like a beggar?

Silence fell between them.

"Drip!"

The horn urged the mute boy to shove the bread into his arms and turn to get on the bus.