Chapter 29 - 29 Please, I’m Begging You_l

Chapter 29: Chapter 29 Please, I’m Begging You_l

Translator: 549690339

“Ban” sounds a little scary, but actually... it’s just okay.

Every player more or less has mastered some ways to access the internet scientifically, and those old players from the ’80s and ’90s have come out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, finding a game is no problem for them.

In that era, to play a game, you needed to know not just where to download it, but also how to modify the registry, how to change the game path, and how to download and install software libraries.

Sometimes, just dealing with virtual drives could take hours, and being able to play the game the next day was considered good luck.

And for a “horror game,” being banned is actually an honor.

It’s basically official recognition from a platform, indicating that your game indeed has some real merit, especially in terms of being authentically terrifying.

Realizing the platform’s attitude, a horde of horror game enthusiasts who had just gotten excited were now in mourning.

However, the impact wasn’t that big.

The vast number of active gaming area content creators felt nothing because, after all, they were too scared to play the game; it didn’t matter to them.

Wang Say Games was filled with guilt, however.

Although Living Immortal had told him before that the game could be freely distributed.

He hadn’t anticipated that the game could actually stir the platform officials, and so he was filled with guilt towards Living Immortal.

Out of a sense of responsibility and guilt, he first sent a message to Living Immortal to express his apologies and assured that he would try his best to reverse the impact.

Then, he asked his fans in the fan group to temporarily stop discussing the game and to pause downloading it.

Finally, he wrote a letter to the platform officials, stating that he was in contact with the game creator, hoping that the game platform could relax a bit.

As a former gamer, Wang knew that the psychological resilience of newcomers isn’t actually that strong.

Or one might say, the psychological resilience of ordinary people is very weak.

However, at this time, Mom of Pingping released a new video.

In this video, Pingping and her mother, who had never shown their faces before, finally appeared on screen.

From the quality of the video, it was clear that they didn’t have professional streaming equipment, but had filmed it with a cellphone.

Mom of Pingping was a haggard middle-aged woman.

Her hair was half gray, and her checkered shirt had faded from washing.

By her side, was a cute-looking girl.

The girl’s clothes too were faded from washing, but they presented their most spirited selves, though the video still radiated visible poverty.

Beyond the poverty, what caught the viewers’ attention was the girl’s legs.

She was sitting in a wheelchair, with her legs absent from below the knees, which was why she had said she couldn’t go out to work.

She was disabled.

Facing the camera, the middle-aged woman looked embarrassed but still said firmly, “Hello everyone, I am Mom of Pingping, this is my daughter, Pingping.”

Pingping shyly nodded and then began to speak in a hoarse voice, her words broken and intermittent, “Hello...everyone...I am...Pingping...”

As she spoke, she couldn’t help but wave her hands, using sign language to express what she wanted to say.

After greeting, Mom of Pingping took out medical records one by one and said, “Pingping was in a car accident at the age of ten, leading to the amputation of her legs, and her throat became hoarse due to inhaling a large amount of harmful gas at that time. My husband is working during the day and driving at night to make money, and he hasn’t come back yet.”

She smiled, held her daughter’s hand, and continued, “I’m not trying to evoke pity, just explaining our current situation. I need to take care of Pingping at home every day, so I can’t go out. I heard that you can make some income from making videos here, so I started to film videos of me doing handicrafts and cooking. But each of our videos only got a few hundred views, and the total income was... sixteen yuan and twenty-three cents.”

After showing her previous video earnings, Mom of Pingping smiled sheepishly, “But the last three videos got around two hundred thousand views each, and each video made more than four hundred yuan. It might not be much to many people, but for us, it’s a significant income.”

Pingping also picked up her cellphone and began using Al voice to play the text she had previously recorded.

“These few videos are of the game ‘Spreading Traditional Culture Starting from Me.’ I don’t know why you find some parts scary; I don’t feel scared at all, but it seems that only a few people we know can pass this game, which is one of our few special skills. So, I have a favor to ask of the platform’s uncles and aunties.”

At this point, the girl bowed deeply, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and continued playing, “Please, can you not ban this game?”