The game warehouse of the game platform company’s evaluation area.

A young man with wrinkles crawled out of the game barn.

"It's time to get off work, Old Tang." His colleague picked up his bag, "Don't work so hard, don't make your body too tired."

"I witnessed a miracle."

"What?"

"I witnessed a miracle."

Old Tang cried and laughed.

"Old Tang," his colleague put down his bag, "are you okay? Is this some extreme psychological horror submission game?"

"Come and try."

Half an hour later.

The two game reviewers sounded excited and called everyone in the company on the phone regardless of time.

Their dream has come true!

"Contact the producer of this game immediately! Forget it, I'm calling now," the boss of the game platform pressed the phone number, "No matter what the cost, this game must be released first on our platform!"

…

Cyberpunk world.

Yao Luo couldn't figure out why the first few players he pulled over looked like seriously ill patients in a mental hospital.

They kiss the walls of public toilets, look at the homeless man on the street corner with loving eyes, touch every crevice tenderly, and then crawl on the ground like maggots.

Didi!

The cell phone that Yao Luo simulated with his divine power rang.

"Way? Yes. Okay, ok, it's a great deal. Eight for me and two for you? I agree. Uh-huh. Goodbye."

He hung up the phone.

The boss of the gaming platform almost sold himself to Yao Luo just for the right to launch this "game".

Crazy push ads, like free money, exploded in Blue Star.
Chapter completed!