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Chapter 135 - 70: The Second Stage Begins! The Captivating Charm of the Game that Amazes Countless Players!_1

Chapter 135: Chapter 70: The Second Stage Begins! The Captivating Charm of the Game that Amazes Countless Players!_1

Pubg hit the shelves, and within a few hours, its popularity exploded!

Because it was already highly anticipated during the second announcement, players were even more surprised to find upon its actual release.

Every gameplay element mentioned in the second announcement was realized in the game!

And the gameplay elements that weren’t mentioned were too numerous to count!

Every match was full of surprises!

Every match was fresh!

This instantly made players who were sick of eating chaff hungry again!

The popularity surged repeatedly, crushing the competition and rocketing to the top of the Shark Platform’s hot list!

Many veteran FPS streamers also switched over immediately, each declaring their determination to be the first on the Shark Platform to win a "chicken dinner."

But due to their adherence to traditional FPS gameplay with classic alley battles, and the absence of side-stepping, proning, not to mention things like picking up weapons or armor, or using med-kits, which they hadn’t even heard of.

Also, being constantly under pressure competing against top tycoons had made their tactics somewhat rigid.

So when they entered Pubg, they couldn’t keep up with the pace for a while and were even outsmarted by some creative newbies, resulting in consecutive defeats.

Of course, this situation wouldn’t last long.

Once they adapted, with the shooting skills, aim, and touch of seasoned FPS streamers, dominating the battlefield wasn’t hard at all.

Compared to Eggplant, who was playing while having a breakdown in his stream, frantically sharing his ’quality cultural thoughts’ with the audience. He was screaming, while the audience was laughing their heads off.

Little Tuantu’s stream was relatively calmer.

As a female FPS streamer herself, Little Tuantu’s personal skills were only so-so.

Especially since the FPS scene’s pay-to-win environment had been getting worse this year, the audience was losing interest.

She hadn’t streamed FPS games for a while and had switched to playing Goose Duck Kill.

Thanks to the good operations and strong community management of No.1 Gamer, she and a few other small streamers from her guild had been streaming rather comfortably.

Her popularity wasn’t that high, fluctuating around one million, but it was stable.

At that moment, in the stream.

All that could be heard was a childish voice, but using a very experienced tone, confidently bragging to the viewers.

"How do you guys know that Master gave me a golden key?"

"Written on the golden key are five big words, Closed Door Disciple! Bros, you understand what that means, right?"

"Next year, Master is gonna give me a door made of gold, and I’ll use this golden key to open it."

"The year after, he’s going to give me a suite of golden rooms, to fit the door into."

Little Tuantu spoke animatedly, and the viewers begged for mercy.

"Please, no more, from the start of the stream until now, you’ve been talking nonstop about your golden key for an hour."

"It’s just a key that Mr. Ma gave you for your birthday, stop already! Are we playing Goose Duck Kill today or not, Tuantu?"

Little Tuantu glanced over the chat, and it was filled with ’stop talking, please.’

Suddenly, she spotted a comment in the chat.

"This viewer is saying ’What golden key? Elaborate?’ Chì chù! I’ll satisfy you! Let me start from the beginning, last weekend on my birthday..."

The viewers were numb.

"Ah!!!! Just shark me already!"

"Intentionally stirring up the chat, aren’t you!"

"After following Mr. Ma for so long, the only thing you’ve learned is how to torture the viewers."

Just as all the viewers were about to lose it, a conspicuous comment came to their rescue.

"Tuanzi, please save your Master. It’s painful to watch him be this bad; in one hour, he could’ve started 30 rounds."

This ID was familiar to Little Tuantu, it belonged to a viewer who ranked highly on Mr. Ma’s fan list, named Artist Akman, who often edited Dasima’s clips on Thunderbolt.

Last time when Goose Duck Kill became popular, and she rapidly gained viewership, Akman’s clips had played a significant role.

"Chicken dinner? What’s a chicken dinner?" Little Tuantu was clueless.

She had been boasting about her golden key since the start of her stream and hadn’t paid attention to anything else.

After some explanations in the chat, she finally realized.

It turned out to be Pubg, the new game that No.1 Gamer launched today.

It had gathered a lot of attention during the second announcement, but Little Tuantu felt FPS games weren’t really her forte and hadn’t checked out that announcement.

She figured she just needed to figure out the showmanship of Goose Duck Kill.

But after Akman spoke, seeing the high demand from viewers, even overcoming the usual cries for Goose Duck Kill, Little Tuantu decided to give it a try.

Soon, she logged onto YY and entered the circus channel.

"Yo, Master, Little Tuantu has arrived~"

As soon as she started talking.

The viewers in Dasima’s stream couldn’t contain themselves.

"Damn, Tuanzi finally came!"

"Hurry, please carry your Master hardcore, it’s suffocating to watch him play."

"He’s truly spent an hour jumping from the plane 30 times, more jumps than other streamers in an entire day."

While the comments were flooding the chat, Dasima died from another self-inflicted car accident.

Perhaps he had become so used to quitting games that he managed the whole process without the viewers even seeing how he pressed the buttons, and he was already at the game’s main menu.

"Wow, other FPS gamers use hacks to cheat in games, but Mr. Ma is straight-up using an instant-quit hack, huh?"

"Not to talk much, but I’m convinced by that hand speed. Let the top FPS players try, and they still couldn’t match his speed."

Dasima glanced over the chat and let out a laughter like catching mouse fever, chuckling to himself.