Chapter 1178: I Don’t Need This Mode!
Chen Mo’s new work officially launched!
Titled *Resident Evil*, the ultimate horror game experience!
Chen Mo: This will be the first game to feature a “Special Mode”!
On the day *Resident Evil* was released, major gaming media outlets around the world rushed to report on it.
And players unanimously said, “Sorry, let the streamers go first!”
No one had forgotten the terrible experiences from *Outlast* and *Silent Hill*, especially since this game was next-gen, taking things to a whole new level compared to traditional games…
Although both *Outlast* and *Silent Hill* had been remade and scared countless veteran players, many people were already familiar with the game flow, so replaying the remakes wasn’t as terrifying.
But this time was different. This game called *Resident Evil* was Chen Mo’s latest release, and everything in it was completely unknown.
This wasn’t like watching a horror movie on Bilibili; in the game, there wasn’t even a “high-energy warning” to brace you—every single second was nerve-wracking.
Of course, players weren’t playing it themselves, but they loved watching streamers play…
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On the Moyu streaming platform, Zou Zhuo’s livestream room.
Although he had long heard rumors about *Resident Evil*’s release, Zou Zhuo didn’t choose to skip his stream, which surprised many viewers.
But that didn’t spark any sympathy from them…
“Please stream *Resident Evil*!”
“Please stream *Resident Evil* at midnight!”
Watching the barrage of comments, Zou Zhuo could only complain bitterly, “My fans are so ruthless!”
Still, he wasn’t too panicked, because he had gotten inside info from Chen Mo about what the so-called “Transcendent Player Mode” actually was.
“Alright, alright! I’ll stream *Resident Evil* at midnight, I promise! Just wait a moment, I’ll jump into the game.”
Zou Zhuo cunningly checked the “Transcendent Player Mode” option first, entered the game screen, and then switched the livestream feed.
The comments instantly flooded with confused reactions.
“Whoa? Little Fatty’s being so straightforward? Something’s fishy!”
“Yeah, what’s going on? Agreeing so easily? That doesn’t make sense!”
“Little Fatty, have you been possessed by some evil spirit?”
“Wah wah wah, Little Fatty, if you’re being held hostage, blink three times, and we’ll come save you…”
Watching the comments fly by, Zou Zhuo remained unfazed: “You guys can’t be like this. People can grow. You’ve always thought I’m a coward, but I’m telling you, that’s not true at all. I’m actually very brave.”
“Fine, I know you don’t believe me. No problem—I’ll prove it to you!”
Full of confidence, Zou Zhuo entered the game and began his horror game journey.
The viewers in the chat happily chatted while watching him play.
“Place your bets! How many hours do you think Little Fatty can last?”
“Ha, hours? Twenty minutes, tops!”
“Whoa, this game’s atmosphere is kinda eerie. How do I put it? Feels different from *Outlast* and *Silent Hill*.”
“Aaaaahhh! Scared the crap out of me!! How does that wife just change like that?!”
“Damn, Little Fatty screamed once and then calmed down? That’s totally unscientific!”
“What the heck, how did his aim improve so fast? It was terrible when he started, but after half an hour, his shooting’s clearly better?”
“Something’s off about Little Fatty today. He’s way too calm, right? Could it be a stand-in player? I demand Moyu investigate!”
The viewers were all baffled. What was going on today?
Given Zou Zhuo’s personality, he was a total scaredy-cat. How could he possibly play *Resident Evil* for two hours straight?
Especially since this game was genuinely terrifying—even the viewers watching the stream were freaked out. Zou Zhuo was playing the mode, so his immersion was many times stronger than the audience’s, yet he was still so calm??
Plus, Little Fatty seemed smarter, wasn’t being an annoying streamer, and even his aim had improved…
So much so that everyone suspected Zou Zhuo had hired a stand-in.
“Dear viewers, don’t wrong me! These are all my own moves!”
“As a big streamer on Moyu, I have professional integrity. There’s no way I’d use a stand-in, okay!”
“Oh, it’s all thanks to my hard work and improvement. Why can’t you guys be happy for me?”
Zou Zhuo defended himself verbally, but inside, he was overjoyed.
So this is what it feels like to play games and have this much fun!
It felt like the past twenty-plus years of his life had been wasted…
Zou Zhuo had indeed gotten some inside info from Chen Mo beforehand—about the “Transcendent Player Mode.”
But he only knew that this mode would implant some awareness into players, boost their talent, and let them experience what it felt like to be a pro. He didn’t know the specifics of how it would feel.
But after experiencing it, he thought, *Is this what being a pro feels like? It’s absolutely euphoric!*
Zou Zhuo’s first impression wasn’t that the game had gotten easier, but that he himself had gotten stronger.
For example, when encountering scenes that should have been terrifying, Zou Zhuo was still scared, but he quickly regained his composure. During puzzle-solving and combat sections, his mind became clearer, and the game flow went smoothly.
Zou Zhuo could tell that the game’s difficulty hadn’t changed—he was just better.
His second impression was, *I’m a genius! I’m improving so fast!*
For instance, Zou Zhuo’s aim was actually terrible. When playing *PUBG*, he was always the “level 4 backpack.” When he first got the pistol in *Resident Evil*, his aim was equally awful, and he almost got killed by Mia. But after firing a few shots and getting used to it, Zou Zhuo suddenly noticed his aim had improved?
It wasn’t luck or system-assisted aiming. Zou Zhuo could feel that his body had formed muscle memory in a short time, drastically increasing his shooting accuracy.
This was the first time Zou Zhuo had experienced this kind of joy—putting in effort and then conquering a game.
He got so absorbed that he unconsciously spent over two hours in *Resident Evil*.
But then, a comment ruthlessly exposed his secret: “Damn! Little Fatty definitely turned on Transcendent Player Mode! Otherwise, there’s no way he’d be this good!”
The viewers didn’t know what was going on at first, but more and more comments started flooding in.
Chen Mo hadn’t heavily advertised what “Transcendent Player Mode” was, and many players only noticed the option after buying *Resident Evil*.
Various comments flew up: “Liar streamer! Unsubscribe!”
“Shameless jerk, using Transcendent Player Mode! Turn it off now!”
“We want to see you play on normal mode! Do you dare, you coward?!”
Zou Zhuo got angry. What did they mean? Looking down on him?
At this point, Zou Zhuo was feeling pretty cocky, because he thought *Resident Evil* wasn’t that hard. Whether it was the horror, combat, or puzzles, everything was within acceptable limits. Even if he turned off Transcendent Player Mode, so what?
“Let me tell you, you guys just can’t stand seeing me do better than you! Is it that hard to admit someone else is good?”
“Fine, fine. Today, I’ll make you all admit defeat. Just wait.”
Zou Zhuo saved his game, returned to the main menu, and unchecked “Transcendent Player Mode.”
“Hmph, now I’ll prove to you that this mode didn’t help me much at all. I conquered this game with my own talent and effort!”
Full of ambition, Zou Zhuo loaded his save and continued the game.
Three minutes later, Zou Zhuo let out a high-pitched, wavering scream, and then the livestream screen went black…