I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession-Chapter 258 - 222 We dont do ordinary games (asking for monthly

Chapter 258: 222 We don’t do ordinary games (asking for monthly tickets)_2

Chapter 258: 222 We don’t do ordinary games (asking for monthly tickets)_2

But it almost completely wasted Lin An’s original draft.

He thought for a moment, then turned and left his office to go to the adjacent office of the special projects team.

In this office, the atmosphere had changed from being bustling with just Zheng Miao in the beginning to now being reduced to just over a dozen people. The others had been reassigned to the art department to act as a bridge between the art department and the special projects team.

“Team leader!” Upon seeing Lin An enter, everyone greeted him.

Lin An nodded at them and proceeded to the back, where Zheng Miao was currently instructing a colleague.

After a while, the colleague left, and Zheng Miao looked at Lin An with confusion, “Idol, is there a problem?”

She rarely saw Lin An looking so serious.

“There’s a problem with the modeling of N33,” Lin An asked her to bring up the modeling and requirement documents, pointing to the image of the witch and saying, “Her wizard’s robe uses the draft number P01, do you remember what it signifies?”

“Of course, I remember!” Zheng Miao shrugged her shoulders, “We only did the first original draft, a portrait with green skin.”

“It represents a struggle and a sense of helplessness in pursuit of freedom, arising from self-restraint, making it even more powerless.”

Okay, good, you remember.

Lin An nodded, “But this modeling on her almost completely blurs this sense of powerlessness, especially how it uses the chest to push against the clothing, shaking, and thereby failing to convey any sense of helplessness at all.”

“And here.”

Lin An moved his finger to the fairest part of the image, “This black binding band, it should be based on the red lines of draft B23, right?”

Seeing Zheng Miao nod, he continued, “The rhythm depicted by the red lines draft represents a type of self-restraint, revealing an innate tension of life, which also isn’t reflected here.”

“Then this.” He pointed to a certain pale area, “The skin here, it’s using the snake pattern from P16, right? It must have been made very dense and covered with a layer of translucent skin, so it’s not too obvious. This draft represents a pale self-loathing yet filled with longing.”

Lin An’s finger drew a circle on the witch’s modeling chest, “At the innermost part, it’s self-loathing mixed with longing, restrained by self-discipline and the tension of inner life. Combined, they affect the outer layer; the robe’s sense of powerless struggle.”

Zheng Miao opened her mouth, unable to speak.

She stared blankly at the modeling on the screen that she especially disdained, which was nearly borderline, without realizing the meaning contained in the requirement specifications Lin An had written earlier.

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“You shouldn’t need me to remind you of this, after all, I only finished half of the original draft; the rest was done under your leadership with the team. Logically, you should understand these drafts and the effect they are meant to produce when combined more than I do.”

Lin An looked down at Zheng Miao’s somewhat stagnant expression, “I hope you understand, Mr. Lu and I didn’t choose you as the director because you were the first to join the special projects team, or because we’re most familiar with each other.”

“It’s because I know too well how you once gave up a promising future to adhere to your pursuit of art.”

“We also know how you compromised between art and commerce and sought the most appropriate balance after you quit your job to work on your own.”

“Similarly, I still remember how thrilled you were the first time you saw the green-skinned portrait I made. That was also when you started calling me ‘idol.’

Lin An looked into her eyes, “Tell me, do you really feel satisfied with this final product?”

Zheng Miao pursed her lips, opened her mouth, and explained with some pallor, “But games nowadays are made like this, it…”

Lin An raised his eyebrows slightly, “We don’t make ordinary games, understand? From the moment I started making these drafts, it was destined not to be any ordinary game on the market.”

“Of course~”

Lin An chuckled and gestured at the screen with a curve, “This teardrop shape is great, and the jelly-like texture looks appetizing, that needs to be kept.”

“But I think it shouldn’t conflict with what we want to do, right?”

“Even if you ultimately decide to have the witch wear a wizard’s robe that covers everything from head to toe, not showing a bit, as long as you make it look like the movement beneath the clothes is driving the rhythm of the fabric, it won’t affect its commercial component.”

Zheng Miao rolled her eyes, “What commercial component, it’s just lewd!”

Lin An shrugged his shoulders, “That’s not something we can change, the global gaming industry can’t change it either. But its artistic integrity, that’s what we need to achieve.”

This was actually the division of labor between Lin An and the young boss, with the young boss responsible for the commercial success of the game, and Lin An responsible for its artistic integrity.

The young boss’s demands for Lin An had been the same since he first saw the Snake-tailed Cerberus that Lin An drew.

And Lin An’s demands for Zheng Miao were consistent as well.

“I can do it,” Zheng Miao assured Lin An earnestly, “but, idol, after these intense emotions are brought out, no matter how big her breasts are, or how wildly they bounce, no matter how her waist and hips move, people might not pay attention to those anymore.”

Lin An smiled slightly, “Isn’t that a good thing?”

To be honest, Zheng Miao found it hard to imagine what kind of effect it would have if she modeled according to Lin An’s requirements.

She was actually beginning to look forward to it.

Yes, Lin An was right; it seemed that she had compromised too much on commercialism, which made her lose the pursuit of artistic integrity. That was the biggest problem.

It wasn’t just an issue for this game development, but a matter concerning her own future.

She looked gratefully at Lin An.

“Hurry!” Lin An murmured, his gaze deep as he stared at the image of the Wizard on the computer screen, as if he had found a way to draw that spirit.

Rhythm?

From static to dynamic?

Expressing the rhythm of life?

Lin An didn’t know, but maybe when Zheng Miao finished the final product, no, even just a prototype, he would have a reference and could determine if it was correct.

Time, he really needed time.

Would Mr. Liu and Chen Xinmi give up on sabotaging him? He had no such illusions.

And Professor Cao…

He was even more uncertain; despite Spirit Intuition warning him that Professor Cao meant no harm, he truly felt the hurt from Professor Cao, leaving him somewhat at a loss.

Could it be that Professor Cao, his mentor, was not only not a support but also an enemy?

Lin An didn’t even dare to visit Lu Jiao’s headquarters, fearing that Professor Cao might suddenly attack him!

Sigh~

Mr. Liu, Chen Xinmi, Professor Cao…

Facing any of these three brought sheer despair.

Zheng Miao obviously felt the importance Lin An placed on her and began to adjust the project schedule, mobilizing the most resources to the redesign of the Witch’s image.

In fact, if this image was done well, a lot of the modeling thought processes would need significant adjustments.

Lin An stayed busy until the 5:30 pm closing time. Just as he was about to pack up, the young boss suddenly called.

“An!”

The young boss’s voice was somewhat hoarse.

“Mr. Cao… Mr. Cao is dying… do you… do you want to come see him… one last time?”

“What!” Lin An suddenly felt as if his heart was being squeezed, a painful sensation.