Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game Chapter 9.2: Heating Up

Earth, server room.

As the three initial beta testers logged back in in succession, some of Yang Qiu's worries were finally put to rest.

Players from Earth who came to the magic plane via the Mind Imprint Matrix could be monitored by Yang Qiu via the matrix when they were "online." However, if a player "disconnected" and their soul lost contact with the matrix, their mental "back door" would be closed and Yang Qiu wouldn't be able to know anything about the player then.

The trio had been wiped out shortly after the game's start and Yang Qiu was somewhat worried that they might give up playing.

Now, as he observed the three individuals heading back to the southern ruins to retrieve the dropped clothes, it became apparent to him that as long as the game was hardcore enough, with challenging and enjoyable content, players actually enjoyed being tortured…

"What's most important is the game's quality. As long as the quality is solid, there's no need to worry about a lack of anchor points!"

Yang Qiu punched the air, then opened a document on his computer and began diligently writing quest texts…

The early-stage work was spent on creating game characters and better disguising Exile Town as a beginner village, without paying much attention to the game's main storyline.

From the earlier conversation between Vanilla Pudding and Blossoming Strokes, it seemed that not everyone was just after mindless gameplay. There were many that appreciated a captivating storyline that would give them a sense of belonging.

Since players had expectations, Yang Qiu would do his best to meet them.

No backstory of Exile Town? Make one up!

No epic historical tale of the Taranthan Wastelands? Make one up!

Just the zombie general having a name wasn't enough. The background and personal histories of other zombie NPCs ought to be developed too.

What was a game's humanistic sentiment? Invest time and effort to create a story with sufficient depth, a touch of melancholy, and sufficient twists and turns. And that's where the sentiment came

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