Building a Gaming Empire From Scratch

At Dream Cloud Studio, in the virtual world.

Camille Victoria saw Lincoln had finished his tasks and finally couldn’t hold back her question, “You mentioned the Second Generation Mirage earlier, right? Have you completed it? Have there been any changes?”

“Not exactly,” Lincoln shook his head, “I just have a concept now. The version I’m using currently is 1.5, whether or not it will have special features and be upgraded to Version 2.0 is still uncertain.”

Camille Victoria blinked, “Special features? Is it because of instability?”

“That’s not the case, it’s just that I’m not certain if I should add them. I’ve always wanted to reduce the price of Mirage, however if I add new features not only can I not reduce its price, I might even need to increase it.”

“What type of features are you talking about?” Lincoln had been keeping her in suspense, causing her intense curiosity.

“Don’t worry, even if it isn’t put on the market for sale, I will personally make two for you. At the moment, let’s focus on what’s immediately at hand,” Lincoln didn’t tell her in order to give her a small surprise.

“What’s immediately at hand? What are you referring to?”

“Your Easter egg!” Lincoln said exasperatedly, “Didn’t you mention it the moment we met?”

“Did I? I was just a bit…” Camille Victoria was too embarrassed to say that she was a bit shy.

“Alright, tell me, what kind of Easter egg do you want to add?”

“I want to add a gun!”

“A gun?” Lincoln looked at her in surprise; did this young girl not dislike

violence?

“Yes! A gun that has healing abilities!” Camille Victoria finished talking and was a little worried. She carefully asked, “Is that possible?”

Lincoln was a little at a loss for words. Was it possible?

She wanted to add a healing gun into a realistic gunfight game? Our game is not a sci-fi themed gunfight!

But seeing her hopeful gaze, Lincoln swallowed his refusal and changed his statement, “If you really want to add that, there have to be many limitations.”

Before, when the beautician girl wanted to add a meteor shower, he directly changed it into a single falling star.

For the Princess’s gun, it wouldn’t hurt it to have a few cuts as well.

“No problem, as long as it can stay, that would be enough!” Camille Victoria was easy to talk to.

“The most important point: it can only affect players, not NPC. As for range, let’s make it close combat range, within 2 metres. Usage times also need to be strictly limited, bullet healing either needs to be very rare, or very expensive. So that it’s difficult to obtain. Additionally, after players received treatment a few times, they would produce a ‘resistant’ negative state until they exit combat…”

Camille Victoria listened to Lincoln listing these restrictions and not only did she not become angry, but she felt slightly guilty instead.

She realised too late: her idea for this Easter egg was too dreamlike, she had not considered the consequences of putting this thing into the game world.

Yes, if there were no restrictions, the protagonist’s dad was about to die, the player pulls out the healing handgun, “bang, bang, bang” three shots and dad is instantly brought back to full health again.

That would be too chaotic!

As for the later restrictions, Camille Victoria did not understand their purpose, but she knew that Lincoln had reasons for doing this. Therefore, she did not argue at all, just listened obediently.

Having finished talking, Lincoln asked her: could he make these changes? She agreed without hesitation.

“The appearance doesn’t really matter, you can design it according to your own preferences.” Finally, Lincoln left a place for Camille Victoria to contribute her ideas.

“Really? Any design is acceptable?” Camille Victoria instantly became excited again.

“Yes, even if you make it look like a candy cane.”

“That’s fantastic!” The little princess cheerfully went off to design her healing handgun.

Lincoln then started contemplating the competition issues after the game’s release.

He added a bunch of restrictions to the healing gun, but did not completely reduce it to a plaything. He considered the issue of competition, thinking this object could add a bit of intrigue.

While Lincoln was contemplating the long-term plan after the release of “Assassins’ Alliance”, in reality, Dream Cloud Office finally welcomed the first batch of interviewees.

This batch was comprised of local candidates from Xiajing City, starting tomorrow, candidates from other cities would arrive.

Moreover, there was lot of diversity amongst those being hired this time; Lincoln loosened some of the authority. He just needed to see the mid-level and above positions, for other employees, Quentina, Randall, and Little Chun could choose and hire the talent they wanted, filling their own teams.

This round of recruitment will last at least one week, filling many vacancies in Cloud Dream currently.

Outside of Cloud Dream, the closed beta test players continue to be unmanageable.

Especially after they passed the console version of “Traveler of the Wind”, they fell into a state of absolute boredom.

Super Tomato directly said in the live broadcast room with a sense of self-resignation: “Alright, I give up! I really don’t feel like playing anything else, let’s chat instead!”

The comments immediately filled with “Yes, yes, yes” and “Hahaha”.

Then there were these increasingly intense comments in recent days asking the anchor about the information of “Assassin’s Alliance”.

People constantly beat around the bush asking about the game in the comments, some even directly sent rockets, asking, “Is there any content you can reveal? Any content will do!”

Super Tomato couldn’t take it anymore either. He took out his mobile phone directly and said: “I definitely can’t answer that, so how about this, I’ll call Lincoln and ask questions on your behalf. Let’s see if he wants to answer, that should be fine, right?”

The comments got instantly excited.

“Connections!”

“Face!”

“Call! If you don’t call, you’re a puppy!”

“He won’t reject the call, right? Haha, that would be embarrassing!” “As long as the call is connected, I’ll immediately send a rocket!”

Super Tomato was full of confidence: “Just kidding! I added his contact information last weekend, I saw him save my number! We are pretty close!”

Without hesitation, he pressed the dial button, turned on the speaker, and called Lincoln.

However, when the “beep- -beep- -” dial tone rang in his phone, he visibly began to get nervous.

“Hello? Who is it?” The call went through, and a questioning voice came from the other side.

“Hi Boss Lin. This is Super Tomato, we just met last weekend.” Super Tomato didn’t hot-shot either and politely greeted. “Tomato? What tomato? I didn’t buy any tomatoes?”

1‘???” Super Tomato was taken aback.

The audience in the live broadcast room also looked at each other.

“Not selling tomatoes, I’m the video uploader Super Tomato, the one who attended the closed beta test last week.”

“Super Tomato? I don’t want super ones either, did you dial the wrong number?”

Super Tomato looked at his phone blankly, doubting whether he had indeed dialed the wrong number.

However, a silver-bell-like laughter suddenly came from the other side of the phone, with a faint sound of a young girl complaining, “He’s live streaming, stop teasing him!”

At the same time as Super Tomato was dumbfounded, he understood somewhat: the call should not have gone wrong, it was just that he got pranked.

The comments also realized this and the screen was full of “hahaha” comments.

Super Tomato helplessly said: “Boss Lin, stop teasing, you scared me, I have something serious to discuss!”

“Alright, alright.” The voice on the other side finally became serious.

Just when Super Tomato thought he could finally get to the point, the person on the other side said: “Enough joking, I’ll buy! Let’s start with two kilos! The super kind!”

Upon hearing this, Super Tomato was both angry and amused, “I’m not selling tomatoes!”

“You’re not?” The other side asked in confusion, “Then did you dial the wrong number? I’ll hang up then.”

“Wait!” Super Tomato hurried to keep him on the line: “I can be!”