Chapter 1161: Just Sat Down
After putting on the matrix glasses and grabbing both controllers, Zou Zhuo opened the game Beat Saber.
"I heard this game has a special recording mode that uses the latest MR technology to combine my movements with the in-game footage and record the whole thing. Give me a moment to figure it out."
Once Zou Zhuo entered the game, he quickly found this mode and turned it on.
However, this mode required an extra camera. After connecting it to the matrix glasses via Bluetooth, it could capture Zou Zhuo's back view.
As a streamer, Zou Zhuo naturally had a camera. He grabbed one with decent quality, set it up behind himself, and pointed it at his back.
Once the camera connected to the matrix glasses via Bluetooth, it automatically synthesized a new image: it extracted Zou Zhuo's silhouette, then used the positions of the headset and controllers to track his movements and merge them with the in-game visuals.
As a result, the viewers in the livestream saw a severely overweight little fatty appear in a dark void, with the game's menu floating in front of him.
"Wow, this song library is huge. I don't even know where to start. Hmm, but this game has its own theme song, so I'll play that first."
"Difficulty... you guys want to see Exhaustion difficulty? Uh, no way, no way. I'm still a noob right now. Let's just go with Normal difficulty."
"Let me be clear first: I haven't played many rhythm games, and I'm terrible at them. Don't trash-talk me, okay?"
As Zou Zhuo spoke, he started studying the game's rules and settings.
Then he saw the barrage comments flooding in, all saying they definitely wouldn't trash-talk him!
"Little fatty, what are you talking about? Are you only bad at rhythm games? You're bad at every game you play..."
"Exactly. You talk as if you're good at other games, lol."
"Anyone who's watched you play games this long is a true fan. If people left because you suck, this stream would have no viewers by now..."
Zou Zhuo silently felt the sting. "You guys really know how to hit me where it hurts. I don't know whether to be happy or sad to have an audience like you..."
The game rules were very simple, just three points.
First: follow the arrows and cut the blocks with the correct colored lightsaber.
Second: don't let your head hit the walls coming straight at you.
Third: don't cut the bombs.
Actually, the first rule was the trickiest. Red blocks could only be cut with the red lightsaber, and the cutting direction had to follow the arrow.
Zou Zhuo selected the first song, the Beat Saber theme, and noticed a leaderboard on the right side of his vision, showing friends on the Thunder Game Pass.
"What? Lin Xue has such a high score? I can't let that slide. I'm going to beat her right now!"
Zou Zhuo chose Normal difficulty and started the game without hesitation.
Instantly, the surroundings changed completely. Zou Zhuo found himself in the middle of outer space, with red and blue blocks flying toward him.
He tried swinging his lightsaber at one. With a "swish," the block shattered on impact, accompanied by a burst of particle effects.
"Wow! Wow! The impact feedback!!"
"The controllers even have vibration effects. This feeling is incredible!"
"Wow, the rhythm is so catchy. I can't stop!"
"Wait, why isn't it over? Wasn't it supposed to be two minutes? It feels like five minutes have passed... Oh man, I'm so tired..."
The little fatty was already gasping for breath.
On Normal difficulty, the number of blocks was actually very small—less than 200—with wide gaps between them. Most players could clear it if they stayed focused, and the exceptionally talented could even get a full combo.
Even so, after finishing, Zou Zhuo felt drenched in sweat. Fortunately, he didn't have any back or muscle pain.
"Haha, full combo! How awesome is that? Let me tell you, I'm a rhythm game genius!"
"Heh, I'm feeling pretty cocky now. I'm going to try Hard difficulty."
After clearing Normal, Zou Zhuo felt extremely confident and decisively switched to Hard difficulty.
He focused intently, staring at the blocks coming from afar. At first, it seemed no different from Normal—just a few blocks here and there.
"Huh, no challenge at all. I can totally handle this... Ah! What the hell is this?!"
Before Zou Zhuo could finish his sentence, a red wall came flying down from above. He instinctively leaned back, feeling the wall brush past the top of his head...
Zou Zhuo felt like his back was about to snap. By the time the wall finally passed, he saw a dense wave of red and blue blocks surging toward him like a tidal wave!
"What is all this?! Ah!!!"
Zou Zhuo's arms started flailing wildly, and the screen kept flashing "Miss" after "Miss."
Even after the game ended, Zou Zhuo stood frozen, completely dazed.
"What... just happened..." Zou Zhuo looked utterly bewildered.
The barrage comments answered him.
"You just demonstrated the legendary lost technique of the Chaotic Wind Hammer!"
"No, you just cosplayed as the Weapon Master's Counter-Strike..."
"Wrong. You just showed off the ancient martial art of Random Slash from the Warring States period..."
"None of that. That was clearly a car windshield wiper!"
Zou Zhuo's face darkened. "I'm exhausted, and you guys are still cracking jokes! Hmph, but seriously, this game is pretty good for exercise. My hands are shaking, and I'm sweating..."
He took off the matrix headset, walked up to the camera, and showed the audience his greasy forehead.
"Huh? A lot of viewers are asking me to try Exhaustion difficulty?"
"Alright, alright, I'll play one round. Just to satisfy you..."
The high-energy BGM started again, but this time, the blocks didn't appear one by one. Instead, they came in long, dense rows, surging forward!
Fortunately, the directions of these blocks were simple—mostly just up and down. As long as the player remembered the pattern, it was purely a test of hand speed.
"Ah!!!"
Zou Zhuo let out a low roar, unleashing all his potential in an instant. His right hand swung the blue lightsaber up and down rapidly, smashing countless blocks into pieces!
Against the cool background music, Zou Zhuo's hands moved so fast they left afterimages. At that moment, he looked like a chef tossing a wok—no, more like a chef chopping a pile of ingredients—pushing his limits to the max!
The barrage instantly flooded with "6666." No one expected the little fatty, who looked like a typical shut-in, to possess such explosive power. Gifts started rolling in immediately.
But before the gifts could finish rolling, everyone saw the little fatty, panting heavily, just sit down on the spot. He raised both arms above his head in defeat and waved them around randomly, looking exactly like a salted fish about to drown...
Set a small goal first, like remembering this in one second::
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