MTLNOVEL Chapter 389 - 237 All About Emotion, No Acting (Second Update)_2
Chapter 389: Chapter 237 All About Emotion, No Acting (Second Update)_2
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Mists brushed past him, and strange birds lingered around them, becoming tangible musical notes that carried Wang forward, flying into the distance.
In the fairytale-like atmosphere, the melodious sound of the flute seemed to follow him everywhere, making Wang feel as if he were in a dream. He hadn’t realized how he had left the land behind, continuing to fly over the sea towards the far horizon.
“Wang!”
“What the heck!”
The sudden voice startled Wang.
Turning his head, he saw his girlfriend Zhao looking at him puzzledly, asking, “What are you doing?”
“Playing a game!”
“Oh, I thought you were cheating on me. But what game? You’ve been staring at the screen for almost an hour.”
Only then did Wang realize he might have been playing a bit too long, so long that he had even forgotten about his upcoming live streaming time.
Leaning back in his chair, Wang stared at the screen, pondering why this was the case.
There were no exciting battles, no numeric designs so addictive one couldn’t pull themselves away, just the melodious music and flying visuals were enough to engross him – the charm of this game was really a bit baffling.
Some players might find it looks too monotonous, but Wang felt it was just right. The game’s profound meaning was precisely what he enjoyed, and it even gave him the urge to stream it live.
With regular games, he could manage some antics, and even when there was nothing to play, he could count on his viewers to bring some fun into his stream.
But this game was like having a dream, blurring the line between reality and fantasy, which he really liked, but he had no idea how much the viewers would get it.
After thinking for a while, Wang made a decision.
Let’s do it!
After all, he was a big-time streamer, and it was okay to be capricious once in a while!
So, when it was time to go live, Wang opened his streaming channel, took a sip of warm water, and said to the fans flooding in, “Today, we’ll try playing…”
[“Remember Me,” right? Wang, we’re long-time fans here, let’s switch to a different game.]
“Why? Are you guys looking down on your boy Wang? You make me play horror games all the time and I take it, but is there a problem if I occasionally want to play a game I like? Or are you guys convinced I’m just some uncultured Han Dynasty brute who can’t appreciate something refined?”]
[Don’t explode like that, man. It’s just that Gong Gong’s streaming the same game next door, and the show’s blowing up. You playing it now would be nothing new. Sorry for bringing up another UP’s stream.]
“It’s cool, but why though?”
[You’ll see if you look.]
Baffled, Wang temporarily paused his stream and then entered Gong Gong’s channel next door, shortly afterward discovering why it was exploding.
A viewership of thirty million was something he’d never seen before. The idea of having three hundred thousand concurrent viewers was unimaginable for Wang.
What on earth was going on?
“Remember Me” did have good quality, but it still seemed a bit niche. Such a game shouldn’t be getting this much attention.
Now, the live feed hadn’t loaded yet, but the comments section was flooding like a torrential downpour. The on-screen donations were everywhere, filling Wang with envy, though he knew he couldn’t reach those heights.
After all, this popularity wasn’t just exploding; it was ridiculous.
Typically, only special circumstances lead to such high viewership—often the moment when a genius streamer burst onto the scene. If handled well, making it into the top hundred of the year wouldn’t be an issue.
Because Gong Gong was using Fang Cheng Studio’s account for live streaming, the original number of fans had risen from four hundred thousand to eight hundred thousand, and it was still skyrocketing.
It just… it was simply outrageous!
Examining the comments closely, Wang noticed something peculiar in their content.
[Gong Gong, don’t cry, take these donations and buy some sweets.]
[Seeing you cry makes me want to cry too. You usually laugh at tragedies, showing three lines of wrinkles, why are you crying like this over a game?]
[All emotion, no acting, it’s like you’re recalling your own kin.]
Finally, when the live streaming footage loaded, Wang saw the stream was split into two layers: one with the game’s live feed and the other showing Gong Gong’s real-time expressions.
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At this moment, Gong Gong was crying her eyes out, with tears and snot streaming down uncontrollably.
Clutching the game controller, she sobbed and said, “Why, why did you do it? It would have been so good if you came back, just holding on a bit longer might have made things alright, why did you?”
The end credits were already playing on the game screen, with the names of Far Travelers rising up on the display, representing how many Far Travelers had come to this place.
After watching all the names, Gong Gong wiped away her tears, re-entered the game, and started another round.
Every time the game is cleared, an additional Far Traveler’s name would appear on the opening screen of the game; at that point, one could choose to once again experience the story of that Far Traveler or randomly experience another’s.
The game also displayed the number of times the player had cleared it, as well as the names of the Far Travelers they had cleared it with.
Gong Gong had cleared the game twenty-three times but had only experienced the story of one Far Traveler, and that was Shu Guang.
Seeing this, Wang couldn’t help but feel moved, thinking to himself, this is what true love is.
By the time the game restarted, Gong Gong had already wiped away her tears and said to herself, “I can do this! I’ve done it twenty-three times already, I can!”
[Don’t force yourself, Gong Gong, let it go.]
[It’s the first time I wish the streamer would stop playing. Here, take my money, and then stop playing.]
(System Announcement: Jin the Happy Go Lucky has gifted a Captain membership.)
[Log off, Gong Gong, you need to rest.]
(System Announcement: Gong Gong’s Real Mom has gifted a Captain membership.)
[What kind of lousy names are you all picking! Not satisfied with just taking advantage, are you!]
(System Announcement: Gong Gong’s Real Daughter has gifted a Captain membership.)
Seeing these people crazily spending money on Gong Gong, Wang felt that maybe the world’s gamers were a bit twisted.
But Gong Gong fiercely blew her nose and said determinedly, “It’s okay, I can do this!”
“Shu Guang!”
Gazing into the mirror-like salt lake, the moment Gong Gong saw the shimmering human figure, her defenses collapsed, and she broke down into tears once again.
Unlike the weeping Gong Gong, the Shu Guang in the game seemed to know what had happened after.
He patted Gong Gong’s character in a friendly manner, then took her hand and slowly walked above the salt lake.
Ripples spread out from under their feet, their shadows reflecting clearly on the surface of the lake, each frame as beautiful as a mural.
Unlike the Far Traveler Wang had met, Shu Guang communicated with light.
The light constantly changed in his hands, like fireworks transforming in the sky, at times revealing a smiling face, at times shaking his head helplessly.
Though both were Far Travelers, the two had distinctly different personalities, and the attitudes they displayed were not the same.
The one thing they had in common was their tenacity towards the distant temple; no matter what, they would both make their way to that temple, to face their destiny.
After watching for a while, Wang somewhat understood why Gong Gong had been able to gain such massive popularity in such a short time.
Some people had already pointed out Gong Gong’s current state, saying it was “all emotion, no acting.”
And “Remember Me” was a game that was “all emotion, almost no design.” The emotions of the game resonated perfectly with Gong Gong’s, bringing out the sentiment the game intended to convey in a more genuine fashion and allowing every viewer to feel it.
In an internet age full of acting, this earnest emotion was painfully sincere and laid the foundation for Gong Gong’s success.
Shaking his head gently, Wang knew he couldn’t emulate her.
Some things really depend on talent; Fang Cheng had shown great potential soon after becoming a broadcaster, proving to be an exceptionally talented individual.
After silently watching for a while, Wang left Gong Gong’s live stream and started his own broadcast again.
He knew no matter how he streamed, he would never reach the popularity Gong Gong had, but he never thought about changing to another game either.
He just wanted to see the story of his Far Traveler and then remember their name.