Chapter 127: A Long Weibo Post
Chen Mo didn't bring his own professional keyboard and mouse; he just borrowed a set from one of the players. After testing it, the feel was decent, so he signaled to Zhang Yang that the game could start.
Goph was also a bit nervous, unsure what Chen Mo was really thinking.
In RTS games, the gap between a top-tier player and an ordinary expert is huge. Someone like Goph could easily crush players around the 3000-point mark.
But he didn't dare to humiliate Chen Mo too badly. For one, this was an exhibition match, and for another, Chen Mo was the game designer!
What if Chen Mo held a grudge and secretly nerfed the Orc race later, like reducing the Blade Master's attack by a few points? That would be a tragedy with no one to complain to.
If that happened, Goph would be the eternal sinner of the Orc race.
Just as he was feeling anxious, a familiar ID entered the room.
Silent: Start.
Goph was stunned. What the hell?
The other staff members were also dumbfounded. They watched as Chen Mo logged into his account and entered the room, only to see that the ID was Silent?!
The ranked points above it clearly read 4196!
All the staff were shocked, and Goph was stunned too!
So the mysterious random player Silent, who had been dominating the entire ladder recently, was actually you!
The director slapped his forehead. "Wait! Hurry, set up a camera to directly capture Chen Mo's hand movements—yes, keyboard, mouse, screen. Also, open another live stream source for Chen Mo's first-person view!"
The staff scrambled around busily, but Chen Mo didn't mind; he just let them film.
Fortunately, the staff were efficient, and it took less than ten minutes to set everything up.
The game loaded, and the viewers in the livestream chat were also bewildered.
"What the hell??? Silent!!!"
"What's with this ID?! How did God S show up?!"
"Damn, Silent is Chen Mo's account???"
"Huh? Huh? Huh? Damn, my worldview is shattered!"
"Yeah, 'Silent' means 'silence'... Damn, I never realized it!"
"Guess my English isn't good enough!"
"Silent is really Chen Mo??"
"Damn, this match is going to be epic. This is a real peak battle—even the finals might not reach this level!"
"Hahaha, I'm dying laughing. You guys keep saying 'if you're so good, you do it,' and Chen Mo says, 'Fine, I'll do it!' Watch closely and learn!"
"To those who were complaining about Chen Mo giving commentary earlier, I ask you: does he have the qualifications to comment or not?"
"This Chen Mo is such a drama queen. Remember that joke he told earlier? The only two things stopping him from being a pro player were his left and right hands? I almost believed he was a cripple!"
The game hadn't even started, and the chat was already exploding, with even more viewers than during the finals!
It was the same familiar ID, the same random race—Silent had appeared again, and this guy was Chen Mo!
Soon, news of this spread like wildfire on the forums. Countless people were asking for the livestream link, all wanting to watch!
Goph stopped worrying about the exhibition match or holding back. How the hell could he hold back? He might not even win if he went all out!
Goph recalled the humiliation of being dominated by the Faerie Dragons. That day, his fully equipped Blade Master had a watermelon knife but couldn't even land a hit from the sky!
Then, as the game loaded, he saw it was Orc vs. Elf again!
Goph almost cried. What the hell is this? Again? Orc vs. Wind Rider formation is already tough, especially against Silent's Wind Rider formation!
The game began.
In the livestream, all the viewers were glued to the screen, afraid to miss a single detail. A large portion of them were watching Chen Mo's first-person view.
"Damn, his hands are practically twitching. He's truly the ultimate tentacle monster!"
"Now I finally understand what that concept means!"
"This screen—where am I?"