Building a Gaming Empire From Scratch

Can’t I just directly use a car to carry it?

The daring and audacious player thought of it and naturally did it.

This directly stunned the host who was commentating on the race.

To show their importance, the race commentators this time included not only familiar figures Ren Jian and Zara but also two professional racing commentators.

That’s because among the contestants, aside from ordinary players, there were also more than thirty rather famous professional racers.

—Less famous racers might also be participating, but they just didn’t disclose their identity, so Cloud Dream naturally wouldn’t expose them without their permission.

The two professional racing commentators, in addition to commentating the race, also introduced these professional racers to the audience.

Unexpectedly, the competition had just begun, and the players gave these two professional commentators a small taste of Night City’s shock–

As the countdown ended and the race officially began, the tightly packed truck bed of a pickup truck in the eighth row of the starting point suddenly exploded!

The murky, sticky manure water splashed in all directions under the powerful explosion!

All the racers around were dumbfounded.

Before the race, when they saw a tightly-packed truck bed, they didn’t pay much attention—hiding one’s secret weapon before the race was perfectly normal.

But who could have thought that the truck bed was actually loaded with a truckload of shit!?

That’s just too outrageous!

It’s not even just splashing, but exploding!

How can anyone tolerate that?

Even if they could tolerate it in reality, they couldn’t in the virtual world.

As soon as the feces-covered pickup truck left the starting point, it was met with gunfire from all directions!

But it was just long-range firepower, and no one dared to crash into him—too disgusting, no one wanted to get close.

But everyone had thick skins, and even their tires were protected by steel plates, so it was not easy to take down opponents.

As the racers in a fierce psychological struggle were about to put all their forces into battle, a sudden series of explosions came from behind.

Then there was the loud noise of a propeller engine spinning.

Several players sitting in the co-driver’s seat, responsible for operating the weapons, couldn’t help their curiosity and risked opening the sunroof to see what was going on.

But as soon as the sunroof opened, a downpour of feces rained down from the sky!

It not only drenched them but also poured into the car through the sunroof.

The driver, who was concentrating on driving, was suddenly flooded with feces and exploded, drawing his gun to turn against his sunroof-opening friend in an instant!

Faced with such a terrible ordeal, no one could maintain a calm attitude.

Soon, there were numerous car accidents happening on the race track, and angry curses that needed to be beeped out were relentless.

However, the incident wasn’t over yet—

After the helicopter dumping manure passed by, motorbikes charged out from the vehicle flow once again.

There used to be very few people riding motorbikes because they were too fragile and would be destroyed after being hit a couple of times.

But now, the situation was completely different!

All the racers made way for these motorcycles voluntarily, distancing themselves from them.

That’s because on the back of the motorbike riders, they carried a makeshift propeller device. However, instead of rotating with fan blades, it rotated with three splattering mops splashing juice!

As for what kind of juice it was…

No one would like to think about it. They quickly made way without a word and immediately sealed all windows and doors for tight defense!

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Within five minutes of the race beginning, the track had become unsightly, and the surrounding players and NPCs retreated and fled in all directions.

The two professional race commentators were dumbfounded, even unprofessionally pausing their commentary as they rigidly turned their heads to glance at Ren Jian and Zara.

Their eyes were filled with questioning the meaning of life.

Both Ren Jian and Zara had commented on many Night City car races, sometimes by official invitation and sometimes by live streaming the games themselves.

They thought they’d seen it all, but now, even they were left speechless by the shock.

However, since they were experienced, their acceptance abilities were ultimately stronger, and they commented with a thick skin:

“There’s a breeding farm that just opened in the Metropolis. Players might find it a novelty.”

“Once the novelty wears off, this kind of thing should not happen.”

…

The shocked director also responded quickly, promptly switching the lens to the first group of racers who had already taken a significant lead.

The scene here was much more normal, with cars racing at high speed, pursuing and competing for positions, with no one giving in, exhibiting highly technical racing.

Although the two professional racing commentators still couldn’t calm down, their strong professional instinct allowed them to quickly commentate on the racers and race conditions.

It seemed as if only a small episode had just happened, and everything had returned to normal.

But would things be that simple?

The number of people in the official live broadcast room began to drop dramatically, with over a quarter of them gone in a very short time, and more than a million viewers switched to other channels or players’ live streams.

Those who didn’t leave shouted in the live broadcast room:

“Switch back! Switch back!”

“Get the director out of here! Does he understand what the audience wants to see?!”

“Boring! We want to see rivers of feces!!”

“Are there any bosses willing to point the way? Give us a helicopter view!”

“So many people! This must be organized and premeditated! To whoever is responsible, I ask: where is your conscience? Where is your morality? Where is your organization? Add me in!”

“Never in my life did I think I’d witness helicopters dumping feces…”

“It’s awful, three seconds of sympathy for the participating players…”

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Not to mention the spectators, even Hank, who was racing in the first group, felt itchy all over after getting the news from his teammates off the field. He wanted to see the lively scene behind him while racing…

Cloud Dream’s employees were all dumbfounded at what they saw.

Lincoln, who had just finished his work, was watching the live broadcast on the sofa with Xiaomeng and Princess (Lincoln and Xiaomeng were lounging while Princess sat more formally). They were shocked the instant this scene appeared on the race track. Lincoln spit out a mouthful of water and choked violently.

Finally recovering a little, he didn’t care about anything else and hurriedly instructed Xiaomeng to send out fire trucks to join the race.

Firefighters in bulletproof vests got out of the fire trucks in the midst of gunfire, lifting high-pressure water guns to blast water, frantically washing the track and cars.

‘I started the breeding farm to enhance the realism and immersion of the virtual world, not for you bastards to play with shit!’

Do you guys not find it disgusting at all?!