Building a Gaming Empire From Scratch

The players who made it this far also eased their emotions.

Camille Victoria couldn't stop holding and rubbing Little Milkshake—she is a loyal follower and Cloud Breeder of Little Milkshake.

Every time Cheryl posted a video of Little Milkshake, she was one of the most enthusiastic likers.

There were definitely many netizens like her, with no fewer than a million Cloud Breeders of Milkshake.

Beyond the million Cloud Breeders, there are over five times as many netizens who are very familiar with this dog and often see it.

Now they finally have the opportunity to raise a Milkshake, and unlike the slightly cartoonish, limited-intelligence dog in "Light Encounter," this time it's a 100% realistic-looking Milkshake with super-rich behavior logic!

How could they not be happy?

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The time skip was completed, and the sky became slightly brighter again, arriving at the next day.

The task popped up again—

Task Name: "Car"

Task Goal: Fill up the gas tank and perform dangerous driving (reach 120km/h).

Super Tomato tilted his head, as he led the dog to drive and weirdly said, "Could it be that the outrageous guess at the beginning was right? Is this really a game about finding inner peace and healing emotional wounds in a chaotic city?"

No wonder he guessed that, it's just so similar!

The opening funeral, followed by the protagonist being left a dog by his dying wife, instructing him to "find inner peace."

The tasks are also peaceful: raising a dog, refueling, driving, very daily.

As for dangerous driving, it makes sense: it's normal to vent when encountering sad things!

The more Super Tomato said, the more the viewers thought it made sense.

Could it be that this is really a slow-paced healing game?

The subsequent development seemed to verify this conjecture.

Although they encountered a few gangsters who didn't seem like good people at the gas station, the leader was particularly bad-tempered, trying to buy the protagonist's car with a cocky expression.

But in the end, the gangsters were persuaded by their companions and withdrawn, and no conflict broke out.

For this little interlude, everyone had a peaceful mentality—after all, it's Night City! It's not that much.

Afterward, Super Tomato treated the racing task as an opportunity to brush up on his driving skills, driving for a while before stopping and diligently completing the task once his skill reached Level 3.

Returning home after finishing the task, everything was peaceful as can be.

Super Tomato couldn't help but complain, "Is this really the same game with the chaotic passion of Night City during the closed beta?"

This wasn't just a question for Super Tomato alone, most of the players who participated in the closed beta and were playing the game at this moment also had similar doubts.

"This is just way too peaceful, right?"

"Shouldn't there have been a conflict at the gas station, followed by a big fight?"

"Where are the gangsters? The gangs? The street racers? The street gunfights?"

But there was nothing, everywhere the players went, it was peaceful from beginning to end. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Super Tomato returned home, opened the panel, and found that the next task was even more outrageous—

Task Name: "Good Night"

Task Goal: Go back to the bedroom and get a good night's sleep.

Super Tomato lost the energy to complain and speechlessly went upstairs to the bedroom, diving into the big bed, Little Milkshake bounced happily onto the bed and snuggled up to him.

An inexplicable sleepiness came on, and the screen went black.

In the audience's point of view, the screen was dark for only a few seconds.

But when Super Tomato opened his eyes again, the room was already dim.

The Little Milkshake lying beside him suddenly stood up, jumped off the bed, and rushed out of the room.

Super Tomato was a bit confused and still a bit drowsy, he chased out of the room, carefully watching the stairs under his feet, step by step downstairs.

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But with only a few steps left, without warning—

"Bang!"

A metal baseball bat hit him hard in the back of his head from behind, and his whole body lost control, crashing onto the floor!

The next moment, the lights in the living room were turned on, and several masked gangsters holding metal sticks smashed and knocked down the decorations on the display rack, then gathered around Super Tomato, swinging their weapons at him!

Even a kick landed on his head.

Under the negative state of [Dizziness], Super Tomato couldn't muster any strength or control his body.

He could only be passively beaten.

He was completely dumbfounded!

What the hell was going on?

What happened to the slow-paced healing game they talked about?

That's a freaking joke!!

At the same time, he gritted his teeth: Just you wait, the moment I recover it'll be the end of you!

But suddenly, Little Milkshake pounced out and bit at the masked thug's ankle.

But it was too small, with no killing power, and was kicked away by the masked thug, yelping in pain.

Apparently annoyed by the barking, one of the thugs commanded, "Kill that damn dog!"

"Shit!" Super Tomato was shocked and angry in his heart, but under the negative state, he couldn't even speak up.

He could only watch helplessly as tragedy unfolded: with a hard kick, Milkshake's cries stopped.

[Fuck! You! Mother!]

Super Tomato roared inwardly!

He had already realized that it was just a task, didn't really feel any pain, just various impacts, Super Tomato had already laid back.

He was just waiting for this part of the task to end, so he could go and get rid of these people.

But he didn't expect such an accident to happen suddenly!

Little Milkshake, just like that, without warning, was gone?!

This sudden turn of events instantly ignited his boundless anger!

Even if he couldn't control his body, Super Tomato began to struggle fiercely, his whole body convulsing on the ground.

Such resistance naturally provoked even more brutal beatings and kicks from the thugs!

But Super Tomato's struggle didn't stop for a moment, he felt the flames of fury burning wildly in his chest! If he didn't vent it, he would burn himself to death first!

It was only when another metal stick hit him hard in the back of his head that his negative state worsened again, and he couldn't control his body or even muster any strength.

Only the burning rage in his chest remained, brewing!

His vision blurred again, and then he knew that the plot was almost over, and he was about to fall into the [Faint] state.

At the very last moment, a masked thug squatted down, deliberately approached him, removed the black mask from his face, and revealed—

The face of the gang leader at the gas station!

He said, "Sleep tight, bitch."

And then he slammed a punch down!

Before his vision went completely black, Super Tomato's mind flashed with the last thought—

"You're the fucking idiot! You're dead meat!"