Sage pulled out the opposite chair and sat down, holding a glass of warm water, quietly watching her eat.
Right now, Tatsumaki had shed the halo of an S-Class Hero.
Without her usual aloof queen persona, she was just an ordinary, somewhat gluttonous young girl.
She didn’t seem so annoying after all.
“That game of yours…” Halfway through the meal, Tatsumaki seemed to feel awkward because it was too quiet and mumbled indistinctly.
“Hmm?” “I heard…
the reception seems okay?” Tatsumaki swallowed the noodles, her eyes darting away, not daring to look directly at Sage.
“I heard that useless girl Fubuki mention it, saying everyone online is talking about something called Genshin Impact.” Sage raised an eyebrow.
Even Fubuki knows?
It seemed the pre-release hype was even better than expected.
“It’s alright, just earning some pocket money.
It can’t compare to your bonuses of hundreds of millions per mission.” Sage’s tone was humble, but a smile was hidden in his eyes.
“Hmph, at least you have some self-awareness.” Tatsumaki seemed satisfied with this answer and lifted her chin arrogantly again.
“But if you really can achieve something, it’ll at least save me some face.
It’ll stop those old guys from gossiping behind my back about me keeping a pretty boy who only knows how to eat for free.” Sage sneered inwardly.
It’s not certain who’s keeping whom.
Once this game completely blows up, I’ll buy this house and make you pay rent.
Of course, he only dared to think this in his head.
“By the way, that golden-light guy from today.” Tatsumaki put down her chopsticks; she had finished the noodles down to the last drop of soup.
She pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth, her expression becoming serious.
“Were you near the scene at the time?” Sage’s heart skipped a beat, but his face remained calm.
“I was.
I was out buying things then.
Why?” “Nothing.” Tatsumaki frowned, seemingly recalling an unpleasant image.
“That guy’s aura…
was very strange.” “Those useless people at the Association actually want to recruit him, even wanting to give him a top S-Class ranking directly.” “It’s ridiculous.
Someone who just hides and doesn’t dare show their face, no matter how strong they are, is nothing but a coward.” “If I catch him, I’ll definitely peel off that skin of his and see what’s really inside.” Sage felt a chill down his neck.
Peel his skin?
This woman was as brutal as ever.
It seemed he had to keep this secret identity well-hidden.
If she found out he was that “coward,” she might twist him into several pieces.
“Maybe they just don’t want to cause trouble.
After all, being a hero and dealing with all that media and public opinion is quite exhausting.” Sage tentatively tried to defend “himself.” “Excuses of the weak.” Tatsumaki curled her lip in disdain and stood up.
“Fine, I’m tired too.
I don’t feel like wasting words with you.” She turned around, her back to Sage.
“The noodles…
were okay.
Tomorrow morning I want to eat…
soup dumplings.
The kind with broth inside.” Having said that, she didn’t wait for Sage’s agreement.
Her body was enveloped in a faint green light, and she floated directly up the stairs.
That back view somehow looked like she was fleeing in panic.
Sage watched the direction she disappeared in and shook his head with a chuckle.
So this is the legendary…
ordering a meal?
Is this the first step in breaking the ice?
He cleared the dishes and returned to the studio.
Since the wife had ordered a meal, he had to show off his skills tomorrow morning.
But before that, He had to take care of business.
Sage sat at the computer, looking at the packaged installation file.
He opened the backend.
He took a deep breath.
“Go forth.
Let the hicks of this world see what true Ninth Art looks like.” Click.
Publish.
The moment the progress bar finished, It was as if an invisible nuclear bomb had detonated at the center of this world’s internet.
Genshin Impact Version 1.0 is officially online!
Within just ten minutes of him clicking publish, The curve representing real-time online players in the backend didn’t have any ramp-up process at all.
It was a straight line pointing directly upward!
That wasn’t a curve.
That was an antenna about to pierce through the server!
Downloads: 100,000…
500,000…
1,000,000…
Sage’s private message box exploded instantly.
Red unread messages pulsed frantically like a virus, the numbers jumping from 99+ to 999+ before completely freezing.
Countless players flooded in at the same time.
The comment section refreshed at a rate of hundreds of posts per second.
“It’s open!
It’s finally open!
First row for the spectacle!” “Why is the file size so small?
Does it really have such good graphics?” “Holy crap!
I’m in!
This music!
I’m going to cry!
This is the other world I’ve wanted to see in my dreams!” “Is that Stormterror in the opening for real?
This sense of pressure is cooler than a Dragon-level Monster in real life!” “Stop talking, where’s the top-up channel?
I want to pull!
That Acting Grand Master Jean is so beautiful!
I want to marry her!” Madness.
Total madness.
In this world lacking spiritual nourishment, what Sage released was not just a game.
He released a spiritual poison.
A sweet poison that once tasted, one could never quit.
…
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, In the luxurious office of an established game publishing company, The boss, who had been puffing on a cigar with his arm around his secretary, looking worriedly at the dismal quarterly financial report, Was suddenly startled by the technical director rushing in.
“Boss!
This is bad!
No…
this is great!
Something huge has happened!” The director had run so fast he’d lost a shoe; he was drenched in sweat, his expression looking like he’d seen a ghost or won the lottery.
“What’s the panic!
If the sky falls, there are taller people to hold it up!
Look at yourself!” The boss barked, adjusting his collar.
“Speak!
What happened?” The director tremblingly held up a tablet, his voice cracking.
“That…
that poor guy you said to terminate the contract with…
Sage…” “He just released a game…” “So?
Did it flop again?
I told you that waste was beyond saving…” The boss snorted disdainfully.
“No, Boss!
It’s a hit!
A massive hit!” The director shoved the screen into the boss’s face.
“Ten minutes after launch!
The revenue…
the revenue has surpassed a hundred million!” “Plop.” The freshly lit Cuban cigar in the boss’s mouth, worth hundreds of dollars, Fell straight onto his crotch.
It burned a large hole.
But he didn’t feel the pain.
He only wondered if he was dreaming.
A hundred million?
In ten minutes?
Is this a money-printing machine?!