MTL - Game Design: It is Very Simple For You To Fill In?-Chapter 147 There are tears in front of me, but I am fearless!

  Chapter 147 There were tears before, but fearlessness!

  Old Chen carefully looked at the comments of the game. Although the Weibo content sent by the designer did not seem personal, the comments of the players below showed the love of countless players for the game.

  Seeing the comments in it, he couldn’t understand those words without a map, and the death running map.

   But there was a sentence in it that touched him very much.

  There are tears in front of me, but I am fearless.

  At that moment, he seemed to recall the time when he first learned music theory skills.

  How could there be so many games in the previous era?

  At that time, it was about one minute on stage and ten years off stage.

  Just this sentence made him cry.

   That’s really good, there are tears in front of me, but I am fearless.

   "Is it so difficult? I don't believe it." Old Chen looked at the comments of the players, and he just thought, how can it be so easy for children nowadays to break through the defense? Why is it so easy to give up?

   "These people, just like you, gave up halfway through learning the piano." Old Chen looked at his grandson with emotion in his eyes.

   "It's not a concept!" Xiao Chen blushed angrily. He wanted to argue more, but he couldn't say anything else.

   "Could this be the same thing? Learning something is boring, but this one breaks your defenses!"

   "Besides, I think it's too easy to learn piano and music scores, as long as you have hands." He poked his neck and remembered the reason why he gave up before.

  Maybe it is because learning music theory knowledge and practicing skills is too monotonous. When my classmates and friends are having fun, I can only practice alone and repeatedly, so I am attracted to the game later.

  Thinking about it now, I realized that repeatedly hitting the same boss is a concept.

   As soon as he finished speaking, a big pusher slapped him on the head.

   "After you go back, you give me the next game, I want to try those bosses in the game of War One." The old man said and glanced at the concert ticket stub in his hand.

  When he was watching the concert just now, he felt that he was watching a top-notch musical.

  Those songs are constantly interpreting the stories of these characters. Although he has never played this game, he only watched a concert performance.

  A concert showing all the game's bosses, each with its own music and its own story.

  He felt the charm of the game for the first time.

  The ticket stub in his hand has the exclusive pattern of Dark Souls painted on it, and Ashes holding a short blade on the cover is burning with gradual fire, like dry wood after the embers.

   "This game is really not suitable for older people to play, why don't you go back and play that hunting game..." Xiao Chen said helplessly.

  The old man's heart can't stand this, but he can't help but want to show his grandfather, the first time he went to Lenglie Valley.

   When he walked through the catacombs, through the door that glowed with ice and light.

  Eluziel in Lenglie Valley was shocked by the scenery in front of him

  Stepping into this land, you will see a thin layer of snow covering the dark land.

   Not far away, the night fog and northern lights enveloped the entire city, and the ice blue sky was glowing.

  At that moment, he didn't know how to describe what he saw and heard to others.

  At that time, he wanted to record this scenery to tell the world, and also wanted to keep it private.

  Later he saw a passage,

  ‘No matter where you want to go, Elsir will always be by the moon; no matter where you are, Elsir is still your hometown. '

  At this time, he wanted to share this stunning view with his grandfather.

  He followed his grandfather back home without saying a word. He turned on the holographic projection, and when the picture enveloped the room, he controlled the character and came to Iluziel in Cold Valley.

   "Fuck—" Lao Chen stood on the edge of the cliff, looked at the scene in the distance, and opened his mouth to mutter.

   "This is really a game!?" While watching the concert, Xiao Chen also told him that many of the boss animations in the concert were specially customized.

  At that time, he felt shocked, but he also had a little reservation in his heart.

  Because if it is produced on a specific occasion, it must be extremely outstanding.

   Now, looking at what his grandson showed, he was dumbfounded.

   This is exactly the land of the cold moon in the fairy tale world.

  As Xiao Chen controlled the character to walk onto the bridge, he felt that he was on the bridge. The crystal snowflakes slowly fell, and the distant scene began to become clear.

   I remembered what I saw in the comments just now, "There is a superb view ahead, please witness." '

  Old Chen understood what it meant.

   "How about this, I will clear the game, and you should study music hard, and I won't stop you from playing games in the future."

   "You don't need to clear the level, I will learn music again." Xiao Chen poked his neck.

   Now he not only wants to grow himself, but also wants to be able to participate in the works of the old thief like today's music troupe members.

   "Didn't I say it, it's just music, it's very simple." Xiao Chen suddenly remembered this sentence that he had said countless times, and grinned.

   "It's very simple! Just have hands."

  He thought about it for so long that he had played the game, but in fact, there was no special moment of breaking the defense.

  Because death is not actually scary.

  But there was a streamer who broke the defense while playing Dark Souls.

  When the anchor was broadcasting Dark Souls that day, he was also there.

  Because of his proficient game skills, the anchor progressed very quickly in the game.

   Almost among the game anchors, the first person to come to the city of crimes to fight the giant king Youmu.

  Behind the white fog door is where Youmu is. Youmu is sitting on a huge throne, and there are traces of embers all over his body.

   "Brothers, am I the first anchor to hit Youmu?" The anchor was very proud when he first entered the fog gate.

   There is no doubt that he is a master.

   Otherwise, there would be no such progress.

  After seeing the Giant King Youmu not far away, he felt even more proud.

   "This game is really very simple. I hope the old thief will continue to work hard and make it more difficult!" He smiled and raised his weapon at Youmu who was rushing towards him.

   One knife fell, looking at the 76 damage, the anchor was dumbfounded.

   "Fuck, does he have such a high defense?" The anchor avoided Youmu's attack while looking at the damage he dealt in disbelief.

   With one knife down, Youmu almost lost only one layer of blood skin.

   "This tm one hundred drops of damage, how long will it last!" He stared dumbfounded at the layer of skin that had just been scraped off his feet.

  Just now I said that the old thief’s game is very simple, but I didn’t expect the old thief to give him a good juice right away.

   "Is this the Salary King? It's really awesome!" He rolled skillfully, making up for the damage twice.

   Again and again, proficient but also difficult.

  The barrage laughed very happily.

  ‘Old thief: You said my game is very simple? '

  ‘Unreasonable, is it really only this bit of damage to fight a boss? '

  ‘Is the old thief watching the live broadcast, tampering with the data while watching, and teaching the anchor a lesson? '

  ‘It’s true that the damage is less than 100, I’m stupid. '

  'The plot kill is like this, it should be unbeatable here. '

  ‘Really pedicure~~’

  ‘Do you want to beat the salary king to death with this little pedicure? '

  ‘Don’t fix it, die and wait for the plot to kill! '

  …

   Seeing the damage he dealt, the audience was also speechless.

  Although the anchor can rely on his skillful rolling skills to avoid the damage of Youmu, but the durability of your weapon is almost gone!

   "Impossible! This boss will definitely be able to be defeated when it comes out." The anchor gritted his teeth. He has repaired his feet for ten minutes, and the blood bar has only been reduced by half.

  Especially after the boss enters the second stage, this foot is very difficult to repair.

  The burnt King Salary entered the second stage of embers, and the looming fire seemed to be burning again, and the attack became more rapid.

   "There's no rush, it's almost there."

  ‘This is really a powerful anchor, if it was me, I would have sent it long ago. '

  ‘A cut with a knife and a hundred drops can’t hurt, who can stand it, is the giant king Youmu so difficult to fight? '

  ‘I think my game will stop here, I really can’t fix it for 20 minutes like an anchor. '

  ‘I used to say that this game is very easy, but if I really have to play it for twenty minutes, I would find it very difficult. '

  ‘Family, who knows, I brought the Onion Knight to fight Youmu together, but I kept getting my feet trimmed, and the Onion Knight died. I am really uncomfortable! '

  ‘The boss design of the old thief is really a failure! '

  …

  The barrage rolled wildly, and the anchor also sighed.

   This time it was him, and I felt uncomfortable.

   Each time I get less than a hundred drops of blood, I have to dodge the opponent's attack perfectly during the 20-minute pedicure.

  Yum can be slashed many times by himself, but he can only be slashed a few times.

  When the last layer of blood was scraped off, he raised his arms and cheered loudly!

   "I did it! I f*cked him to death!"

   "I can guarantee that this is definitely the most difficult boss in the game."

   "As long as you beat him, you can control the entire Dark Soul."

  The anchor took a deep breath, and the embers on his body began to ignite. Looking at the throne belonging to the Salary King in the distance, he walked up step by step.

  Boss is difficult, but the sense of accomplishment after defeating him is unparalleled.

  Especially after twenty minutes of pedicure myself.

   Approaching Youmu's throne, he saw a glowing weapon beside the throne.

   Taking a closer look, it was a great sword called 'Storm Controller'.

  When he picked up the weapon and saw the official description of the weapon, he fell silent.

  【Only a storm can knock down a big tree! 】

  As a game player, he certainly knows what this weapon represents and what this weapon means.

  Only this weapon can cause considerable damage to Youmu.

   If the player runs here immediately after entering the boss instance and picks up the equipment of the storm controller, it can cause considerable damage to the boss.

  He remembered that he had had his pedicure for nearly half an hour, and glanced at the weapon in his hand again.

  【Only a storm can knock down a big tree? 】

  ‘Death didn’t let me break my defense, running maps didn’t let me break my defense, neither did King Salary let me break my defense, and the Storm Controller did. '

  ‘How can a serious person go to get that weapon as soon as he enters the boss map! '

  ‘I’ve died hundreds of times here, and I’ve had my pedicures hundreds of times. Seeing the anchor’s successful pedicure, I thought I could do it too, but he turned his head and picked up a storm controller. '

  ‘This time, the old thief really did it on purpose! '

  …

  Looking at the rolling barrage, the anchor took a deep breath and gritted his teeth tightly.

  He looked at the traces of embers burning on his body, feeling suffocated and angry from the bottom of his heart. After a long time, he pretended to be disdainful and said, "Only a storm can hit a big tree? Fart your mother!"

  When the players personally started the game and came to the Giant King Youmu, they immediately picked up the officially appointed weapon from the side of the throne.

   Originally, everyone wanted to try how much damage this weapon would do to Youmu.

  I saw that the blood bar belonging to the boss emptied one-sixth of the position in an instant.

   The players were stunned, glanced at the weapon in their hands, and then at Youmu in the distance.

  It turns out that storms can really knock down big trees!

  ‘The malice of this wave of old thieves is really too serious. '

  ‘I can even imagine the mood of those players who don’t surf the Internet or read the strategy and picked up that weapon after they worked so hard to knock down Youmu. '

  ‘A storm can only be used to bring down a tree. '

  ‘The storm can only be used to knock down specific trees. '

  'There is a mechanism, so I don't need it! I just want to tell the old thief that anything can knock down a tree except a storm! ! '

  ‘This wave of pedicures for 20 minutes is really torturing myself and the audience. '

  However, the storm controller was made by Youmu himself.

  In Dark Souls, the more stunning the scenery, the dirtier the story is hidden.

  However, in such a dilapidated and desolate world, there are still warm characters.

   That is the Onion Knight, the person who will help the player fight Youmu after completing the relevant side missions.

  In the game, there are few beautiful interpretations of the innocence and kindness in human nature.

  But the Onion Knight in this game is tough, honest, optimistic and brave.

  This kind of optimism is like becoming a bright light in the player's heart in a desperate and dying world.

  The player likes him, but they don't know that Youmu has the same personality as him, and the two were once close friends.

  Youmu is the ruler of the city of crimes. He has money, wealth, glory, and his best friend—the Onion Knight.

  When the eternal fire of sin karma is born in the city of sin, this kind of flame is completely different from the first fire, and it will make the world into chaos.

  It will make people who have been burned become cruel and even twisted into monsters.

  Youmu suppressed this flame, and the residents of the city of crime feared that Youmu's departure would cause the fire of crime to erupt, so they asked Youmu to become their king.

  Youmu agreed to their request.

  He became king only because he was forced to do nothing, and the people still don't trust Youmu.

  They were afraid that Youmu would leave, so Youmu made two weapons.

  Youmu has taken too many responsibilities in his life, and he has too many things to protect—his lover, his people, and of course the original fire.

  He gave the only storm controller who restrained himself, one to his subjects to supervise himself, and one to the onion for the end.

  He begged Onion to kill himself when he went berserk.

  In Black Soul, it is often said that the executioner is dirty, and Gale's great sword is the broken executioner's sword. Few people directly think that Onion is Youmu's executioner, the dirty executioner.

   So, Onion is actually quite a desperate person.

  In the past history, Youmu protected the disloyal subjects who despised him, and devoted himself to spread the fire for the "sinful capital will never die" in the messenger's mouth.

  When Youmu woke up, he was sitting on a huge lonely throne, gradually losing his sanity,

  Maybe it was because the fire burned his will, maybe it was the fire of sin that affected his sanity, maybe it was because he saw everything he was protecting was destroyed, in short, he went crazy in the end.

   "May the king be with the sun!" Of course, it is Onion's praise to the hero.

  So, when the player stepped into the fog gate of the giant Youmu, Onion also came to fulfill his agreement with Youmu.

  Onion walked into the fog door, raised the storm controller with one hand, and pointed his sword at Youmu on the throne.

   "Yum, my old friend, Jack Balder of Catalina, has come to fulfill the promise!"

  Because this is an agreement between him and his best friend: On the day you die spiritually, I will cut off your body.

  After a fierce battle, Embers of No Fire defeated Youmu, Onion sat down panting, what was he thinking at that moment?

  There was no sadness or emotion, Onion just raised his wine glass and gave us the most sincere blessings.

   "Well, this is the last celebration. May your mission, my old friend Yum, be with the sun!"

  You thought the onion knight was going to sleep as usual again, but when you were about to leave here, the onion knight committed suicide.

  When the player turned his head and saw the onion suit on the ground, he felt a sore throat.

   There is no BGM, no cg animation, and it is even difficult for the player to notice—he died resolutely, without even leaving a body.

  (end of this chapter)