On my second playthrough, they were full of malice towards me.

Mori Moe.

Some people are fixing water pipes, while others are working overtime at night to continue their hard work.

After being tagged by more and more players, the official team behind Falling II naturally took notice.

It was quickly forwarded by an internal employee and ended up in the hands of the leadership.

"Director Lei, would you like to watch this video?"

Chapter 324 Make a phone call to President An

video?

Late at night, in the office area of ​​"Senmeng" headquarters, in the director's studio, a woman with light pink hair turned her head from in front of the computer desk, adjusted the glasses on her pretty nose, and looked at the message that popped up on her phone from her assistant with a puzzled expression.

She's currently busy designing the most difficult levels 29 and 30 of the Turbid Contract, working overtime to achieve this. While she's so busy, her assistant is still browsing C-site and watching videos.

In response, the assistant on the other end quickly explained, "Director Lei, this video is about the Turbid Contract you designed. It just went viral on C-site half an hour ago. The uploader used a single lineup to fight his way from the eighteenth to the twenty-eighth level of the contract."

"That's it?"

The pink-haired woman took a sip of her coffee, shifted her legs from the chair, and clearly didn't think much of it.

Clearing ten floors in one go is indeed impressive, but is it really necessary to make such a fuss? And even send her a message specifically for that?

The assistant later added:

“That player completed the game perfectly with the highest rating of ‘S+’. I also watched the video. Many of the techniques and ideas in it felt very novel. I think it might be helpful for Director Lei’s future level design, which is why I’m bothering you so late.”

Are they all S+?

Hearing this, the pink-haired woman finally showed some interest. Reaching level 28 in one go wasn't difficult, and she could do it too, but to do it all with S+ ratings in one go...

Rena asked herself honestly, and even as a designer, she found it quite challenging. It wasn't just a matter of operator training and team composition; it definitely required skill and various micro-management techniques.

With this curiosity in mind, Lena clicked on the video sent by her assistant and watched it attentively.

The video was short, less than fifteen minutes, but the pink-haired woman at the desk watched it for more than an hour before finally stopping the repeated playback.

how to say

Lena is very grateful to her assistant for being so timely in letting her see the video as soon as possible.

Indeed, as the assistant said, the player's operation and technique in the video were truly impressive, and some of his ideas were almost identical to her own when he was designing the game, giving her a sense of telepathy.

For example, environmental kills that have been overlooked by many players, and special combinations between some operators.

This player's control over the timeline and the layout of various battle lines are equally exquisite. Even the battle replays are like watching a movie.

What's making Lena frown now is that this player's unorthodox playstyle has created a "suicide rush" strategy, something even Lena, as the designer, hadn't anticipated.

Simply put, for example, an operator's ultimate skill has a 45-second cooldown, but their resurrection time after death is 37 seconds. If they resurrect and return to the field, they only need 5 seconds to unleash their ultimate skill, which adds up to 42 seconds, which is 3 seconds faster than the normal cooldown.

Don't underestimate these three seconds. In more challenging situations, every second can be considered crucial.

Theoretically speaking, this should be considered a bug, a design flaw on their part, as they didn't take this into account when designing the character.

After all, normal people think about how to protect their characters from getting hurt by any means possible.

The core of Fallout 2 is about the deep camaraderie between the player, who is a "Contractor," and his contracted agents as they work together to survive in a post-apocalyptic world, fight against monsters, and pursue hope to save the world.

The result is now a death trap.

What kind of nonsense is this?

If it becomes popular, it will cause big problems.

Upon realizing this, Lena immediately created a group chat with her assistant to discuss solutions. They eventually decided to have the programmers add a few more points to create a temporary hotfix to fix the bug and revert the skill cooldown, thus preventing players from engaging in such behavior at the source.

However, for such a big matter, although Lena, as the director, has the authority to make decisions independently, it would be best to consult her superior, who is also the original founder of "Senmeng".

Anno.

"Director Lei, this isn't quite right, is it?" The assistant in the discussion group glanced at her watch, which was almost two o'clock, and tried to stop her.

"What's wrong with that? We're the only ones allowed to work overtime, but the boss can't work overtime and stay up all night?" It's clear that Director Lei has a strong personality and doesn't care about any unspoken rules in the workplace.

"But, but Director Lei, President An hasn't been to the company these past few days. He said something happened at home. I think we should just let it go." The assistant still tried her best to dissuade him.

This time it had some effect.

Ok?

Has Anno not come to the company these past few days?

Lena had been so busy designing game levels that she hadn't noticed this at all. Only after her assistant brought it up did she realize that there was such a thing.

However, the pink-haired woman only hesitated slightly before decisively dialing Anno's number after leaving the discussion group.

As her superior, Anno's responsibility was to report any unexpected situations.

on the other hand

Lena wasn't sure either; she had a gut feeling that she had to make that call tonight, and she often trusted her intuition.

beep

Doodle

Doodle

The phone rang for about ten seconds, but no one answered.

Just as Lena was about to give up and hang up, the call was answered.

"Hello?"

The voice of President An coming from the phone was very soft and sweet; it was the first time Lena had ever heard President An speak like this.

However, Lena didn't pay much attention, assuming that President An had just been woken up and was still groggy, so she quickly explained with some apology:

"Ms. An, this is Lena. I'm sorry to bother you so late, but I have something urgent to report to you. Is this a convenient time for you?"

"Go on, it's okay."

Lena: "."

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"President An?"

Director Lei clearly didn't quite understand what President An meant by "it's okay to continue."

However, Mr. An, who was on the other end of the microphone, quickly provided an explanation.

"No, it's nothing. I'm talking to the plumber next to me. Nana, you just keep talking, I'm listening."

Need water pipe repair?

The pink-haired woman glanced at the digital clock on the desk that showed "2:30 a.m."

However, if Lena listened carefully to the background noise on President An's end, she could indeed hear some noise.

Could it be that the reason Mr. An took leave is because his home needs renovation?

Lena didn't think too much about it and got back to the main topic. Since President An said it was convenient, she then talked about the popular videos on C-site and their decision to use hotfixes to fix them.

On the other end of the line, President An mostly responded with "uh-huh" and "uh-huh," only offering some minor, insignificant suggestions at the very end. Overall, he seemed to approve of her decisions.

Reina felt she should be happy to receive such affirmation and trust from her boss.

But for some reason

The more Lena talked to President An on the phone, the more agitated she became, feeling quite irritable.

Lena didn't know where this feeling came from.

If I had to say

"Mr. An, is your signal bad? I feel like you're speaking in a broken voice." Lena couldn't help but ask.

"Ah! Yes, I'm sorry, I think I bumped into the network cable while they were fixing the water pipes."

Is the network cable being pushed up?

If the network cable is pressed against the top, shouldn't there be no internet connection? What does it have to do with a bad signal?

Lena felt increasingly uneasy and asked with some concern, "Mr. An, how's the renovation going? Do you need me to come over and help you?"

"Thank you, Nana. It's so late now, please don't come over. The plumber's skills are... well, very good. We'll be done soon!"

"While I'm away, haha, I'll leave the company and game matters to you, Nana. Um, I'll hang up now, Nana, thank you for your hard work!"

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Beep beep beep

Chapter 325 Gratitude

Lena wanted to ask more questions, but all that was left on the phone was the dial tone after the call ended.

This was, to my recollection, the first time Mr. An had ever hung up on her.

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Are you alright?

Although Anno said everything was fine, Lena was still very worried and had an urge to change her clothes immediately and drive to Anno's house.

Unlike typical subordinates and superiors, her relationship with President An was quite different. In fact, An Nuo could be considered her benefactor.

The pink-haired woman in the dead of night recalled her experiences from several months ago.

At that time, she seemed to have some amnesia, standing blankly on the street, not knowing what to do. Apart from her name being "Lena", she couldn't remember anything else. She even felt lost about the city and had a sense of loneliness as if she didn't belong to this world.

She wandered aimlessly through the streets for a day, and the passersby either avoided her or mistook her for some crazy delinquent, casting expressions of rejection and disgust at her.

After all, her appearance at the time—a head of messy pink hair, plus very worn-out jeans and leather pants—did indeed resemble a delinquent street girl. Coupled with her dirty face, even real thugs would probably have to give her a wide berth.

Finally, as night fell, exhausted and hungry, she dragged her weary body, barely able to walk. Knowing she couldn't just collapse on the roadside, she used her last bit of consciousness to reach the entrance of a police station before finally collapsing.

When she woke up again later...

The first person I saw when I opened my eyes was Anuo, President An.