To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 864 - 475 Pre-Match Preparation_2

But at Fang Cheng Studio, everyone knew what the boss said was right, and what the boss said was good. If you felt there was something wrong with the boss’s words, that definitely meant you were being too fierce.

So, Wang Xiaoying dutifully jotted down the contents and then earnestly asked, "Anything else?"

"There should be more, so we need to add that the final interpretation right belongs to us. If we think of anything later, we can just add it on," he said.

"Okay, boss."

As it turned out, Fang Cheng’s concerns weren’t unnecessary.

Upon learning of the impending first game competition, quite a few players started to engage in unscrupulous thoughts.

Moreover, the prize for coming in first place in the game was extraordinarily generous, so generous that it felt wrong not to pull a few tricks to honor oneself.

While Fang Cheng Studio excelled at game development, they were probably still novices when it came to organizing card competitions, and "Megalopolis" was an open-world mahjong game where too many cheats could be used.

So, some studios with bad reputations began to settle in, starting to pay others to enter the game and play cards, aiming to secure first place for themselves for both fame and profit.

The atmosphere in the game started to become tense, and the mood of the players surged, with various tabloid news circulating in the game every day, overwhelming in its volume.

Some people also began to hype their own players, with various once-in-a-lifetime child prodigies emerging left and right, making players with win rates below 80% too embarrassed to even greet others.

But the more such an environment prevailed, the more one needed to calm one’s heart.

However, paradoxically, Hakurei Silver Dream was not the kind of person who could stay calm.

Seeing the competition heat rise incessantly, she was as anxious as an office worker with an upset stomach on the way to work, where every minute and second was torture.

Opening her group chat, she typed: [The competition is about to start, but I feel my skills are still lacking. What should I do?]

A Mosquito Challenging a Bald Guy: [Why don’t you just not participate? There’s no reward for it anyway.]

Eight-Yuan Serving of Pleasant Goat: [This is the game’s reward. You can see how much it is.]

A Mosquito Challenging a Bald Guy: [Thanks, brother, I’m off to compete!]

Seeing that almost no one in the group had offered serious advice, Hakurei Silver Dream became even more anxious.

Hakurei Silver Dream: [Brothers, it’s an emergency! I really need this championship to make a statement.]

A Mosquito Challenging a Bald Guy: [First off, I don’t like making statements. Secondly, there’s still half a month until the competition, and I don’t think this amount of time will make you a gaming expert.]

Hakurei Silver Dream: [Is there really no way?]

A Mosquito Challenging a Bald Guy: [Well... there is a way. Starting now, if you play a thousand rounds, you should have a basic understanding. Plus, with the strength of your deck, it’s not hard to rank well. But there are several difficulties involved.]

Hakurei Silver Dream: [Tell me!]

A Mosquito Challenging a Bald Guy: [There are fifteen days until the competition, so you need to play at least sixty rounds a day on average. And it’s not enough just to play those rounds; you also need someone to help you analyze your problems, and to help you figure out what your playing style is good at and what it’s not. The people in this group could help, but everyone is pretty busy, so...]

Hakurei Silver Dream: [This is my precious manga collection, a total of 3TB. Please accept it.]

A Mosquito Challenging a Bald Guy: [Brother, your problem is our problem now! But I feel like you’re pretty lazy every day. Do you really have the willpower to play that many matches?]

Hakurei Silver Dream: [I’ve set a timer in the group. If I don’t play enough games every day, a file will automatically unlock for everyone to see. It contains a chuunibyou novel I wrote when I was fourteen, something so embarrassing that thinking about it makes me want to die. I’ll use this as my bitter stimulus.]}

Seeing Hakurei Silver Dream being so ruthless, even daring to make her dark past public, the group fell silent for a moment.

After a while, the group admin promptly pinned Hakurei Silver Dream’s message and renamed the group [Supporting Hakurei Silver Dream’s Dream Group].

Players who knew how to play mahjong spontaneously began to prepare for shifts; they devised a detailed plan and were ready to help Hakurei Silver Dream reach the top.

After all, if a person could even use their own dark history as a weapon, what would be the problem with them giving a little something for their buddy?

And so, Hakurei Silver Dream’s hellish special training commenced.

She took annual leave directly, and when her boss found out that the purpose of her leave was to play cards and win the championship, her boss gave her paid leave; after all, such rare opportunities were hard to come by.

The moment she opened her eyes each day, she started playing cards, memorizing the use and effect of every single card in the deck, not allowing a single mistake.

Not only that, but she also had to remember the schools and countermeasures for different card decks, including the building and decoding methods for the Personality, King, and Destiny groups.

Only today did she realize that mahjong had so many tactics, and that mahjong combined with skills could lead to so many ways of playing.

The painful but effective special training unfolded.

On the other side, Wu Wei was also undergoing his own special training.

If Wu Wei lacked anything, patience was not it—he was an expert in that department.

He too had a certain desire for first place, but he thought it a matter of luck; therefore, his mentality was exceptionally calm, free from any special psychological burden when playing mahjong.

During this period, he was constantly honing his mahjong skills, striving to deepen the bond with the mahjong tiles and to better integrate these skills, allowing him to better display his true strength.

Moreover, as he played, Wu Wei found his own strength improving steadily.

He could feel the bond with the mahjong tiles growing, and during the game, he almost believed he could hear the voice of the cards, letting him guess which card he wanted next.

Using skills became second nature to him, and his mastery over activating them had reached its peak, allowing him to effortlessly execute the skills he desired.

Additionally, it became easier for him to read his opponents’ hands, to the point where once the opponent revealed their first skill, Wu Wei could generally determine whether he could win or lose.

Realizing this, Wu Wei found that he seemed to have a particular talent for playing mahjong.

Had he known this, he wouldn’t have declined when his relatives asked him to play mahjong during the New Year.

With his newly awakened talent, Wu Wei easily passed through the preliminaries without revealing his trump cards and observed many seeded players in the tournament.

Some players had natural good fortune and played the Destiny decks, their every skill toying with damned luck.

Some played with dark decks, their playing skills and tactics filthy dirty, capable of cracking an opponent’s mental state after a few rounds.

Others demonstrated the demeanor of going towards the title of King, their style of play carrying the majestic air of a king, commanding respect.

And among these competitors, the one he was most concerned about was ironically the player he had previously defeated, Hakurei Silver Dream.

Compared to before, this player looked much quieter, her deck no longer the Personality type but a solid and steady No Personality type.

In Wu Wei’s view, having no personality was actually the dark horse with the most potential.

This type of deck was not easy to counter, nor did it have any specific weaknesses; it was like a quiet mountain, silently advancing.