Chapter 846: An Even More Terrifying Game
Many people, upon hearing the name "Silent Hill," had their first reaction be, "That name sounds pretty artistic!"
However, combined with the "buy a game, get a game" event, many felt that this game definitely wasn't that simple. At the very least, it wasn't some artsy, lighthearted indie game.
As for what kind of game it actually was... no one knew.
There was no game introduction, no promotional video, nothing at all.
You just had to wait until June 18th, spend 98 to buy it, and then play it. Before that, Chen Mo wasn't planning to release any information at all.
Many people, upon hearing about the "buy a game, get a game" event, subconsciously thought of "Dark Souls." After all, Chen Mo's true entry into the global market and his first Game of the Year win came from "Dark Souls." So whenever players thought of a "troll game," they instinctively thought of "Dark Souls."
Many veteran players of "Dark Souls" expressed full confidence. "I'm definitely getting that 1980!"
"Isn't it just suffering? We're experts at that!"
"The event doesn't specify a time limit to clear the game. It's just a matter of suffering a few more times! Even if it takes two months to beat it, it's still valid. What's there to worry about?"
Only a very small number of players realized that Chen Mo had made a game a long, long time ago called "Outlast"...
After all, in terms of time, "Outlast" was so far in the past that many had already forgotten the feeling of being dominated by that bone-deep terror.
But now, an even more terrifying game had arrived...
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June 18th, midnight.
Many players were already waiting in front of their computers or VR gaming pods, all ready for the start of the June 18th event.
There were so many events that choosing what to do became a dilemma for many. However, the vast majority of players still chose to directly purchase Chen Mo's new game: "Silent Hill."
After all, the lure of money was the most direct. Many players, upon thinking that playing this game could earn them 1980, couldn't contain their excitement.
Although 98 was still a decent amount of money, for VR players, it was just a drop in the bucket. Besides, the quality of Chen Mo's VR games was always guaranteed; he wouldn't make a bunch of junk to fool players. So most people bought it without hesitation.
What they didn't know was that Chen Mo could have chosen to make it free.
But if the game were free, it would actually arouse suspicion among many players. A single-player game, free, and they give you money for beating it? That looked like a very obvious trap.
By pricing it at 98, Chen Mo ensured, on one hand, that players wouldn't find it expensive, and on the other hand, it diluted the feeling of a trap. Most importantly, with more buyers, he could still make a decent profit.
Killing three birds with one stone. Yep, the plan was solid!
Next up was the phase of "the willing being hooked."
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On the Moyu streaming platform, Old P's stream.
He had specifically slept until 11 PM just to wake up and start streaming for the June 18th event, timing it perfectly for the midnight refresh.
Old P's main gig was streaming "PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds." His first reaction upon going live was to check the "PUBG" event, claim the June 18th rewards, farm some gold coins, and open some crates.
But after starting the stream, he found, "Huh? Why are there so many viewers today?"
And why were all the viewers telling him to go play "Silent Hill" first?
Normally, Moyu had more than just one big streamer like Old P. Old P and Qin An mainly streamed "PUBG," only occasionally streaming single-player games at night. Zou Zhuo and Lin Xue were the ones who primarily streamed single-player games.
So, each streamer's fan base was relatively fixed. Viewers who liked single-player games would instinctively go to Zou Zhuo's or Lin Xue's streams.
But today, for some reason, they all flocked to Old P's stream, causing his viewer count to skyrocket.
Old P, a bit confused, checked the Moyu streaming site and found that Zou Zhuo and Lin Xue had both, very coincidentally, not started streaming. No wonder the viewers had all come to him.
Many players had originally planned to log in, claim their rewards, and go to sleep, planning to grind the events tomorrow. But before sleeping, they wanted to watch a stream, so they ended up at Old P's.
"You all want to see Chen Mo's new game that badly? Alright, I'll stream Chen Mo's new game for a bit. Let me search for it... What's it called? Silent Hill. Oh, found it."
"98? That's really cheap. So if I beat this game, I can choose any game from all platforms for free? Alright, I'll give it a try."
Without thinking too much, Old P bought it and entered the game directly.
Before entering the game, the VR pod automatically ran a physical condition check. Old P's health was obviously fine, so no prompts appeared.
...
Black screen.
The first thing to reach his ears was a "drip, drip" sound...
A faucet was leaking.
His eyelids opened, and in the pitch-black field of vision, an image appeared.
The first thing Old P saw was a rusty faucet that couldn't be tightened, dripping water.
Next to the faucet was a grimy sink and a mirror with a few slight cracks.
Accompanied by faint breathing, a subtle background melody began to play.
The breathing wasn't from Old P; it was from the game's male protagonist.
The game's background melody was very faint, long yet carrying a hint of urgency, with an inescapable sense of mystery that made the heartbeat unconsciously quicken.
The male protagonist kept taking deep breaths, as if trying to calm his emotions.
He lifted his head, and the male protagonist's face appeared in the mirror.
It was a standard white face, and quite handsome. But under the dim light and large shadows, the face carried a hint of gloom and dejection.
The male protagonist paused in front of the mirror for a moment, as if trying to see something clearly.
At this point, the game was in a standard first-person perspective, but through the image in the mirror, Old P could clearly see every subtle expression on the protagonist's face and could infer that his mental state wasn't particularly good.
"Drip, drip"...
The dripping sound kept repeating. This dry, monotonous sound kept pounding on Old P's eardrums and his fragile nerves. Coupled with the protagonist's heavy breathing, the eerie melody, and the strange scene, Old P's heart suddenly clenched!
Through the periphery of his vision and the reflection in the mirror, Old P saw some other details of this place.
Clearly, this was a long-abandoned public restroom. Not only was the sink in front of him covered in grime, but the surrounding walls, floor, urinals, and everything else were also filthy and unsightly.
On the walls were many meaningless red graffiti, and on the floor, there were even large patches of reddish-black stains. Was it rust, blood, or something else?
The male protagonist looked at himself in the mirror and muttered to himself.
"Mary... are you really... in this town?"