Tokyo Sound

"It is indeed an interesting way to freely input various resources to draw cards. Before players share information, I believe they will cut a lot of grass, right? Most of the ships produced by the card pool are also included in the rewards for passing the level. I think it would be better to increase the resources required for drawing cards by 30 percentage points. In addition, when passing the level, there will no longer be a probability of rewarding finished ships, but a high probability of dropping fragments of finished ships. As long as 100 fragments are collected, a ship can be synthesized."

"A lot of low-star ship fragments will drop at once, while high-star fragments will be scarce. In this way, compared to aimlessly fishing for ships by luck, players will be closer to getting ships every time they go out, and they will be more motivated to pass the level, resources will be consumed more steadily, and the number of online players will be guaranteed. By the way, since everything has been changed, there is no need to distinguish between building shipyards and building equipment factories. The two can be merged. The six-hour rainbow light may be an SSR ship, or it may be equipment. It is wonderful and unknown, and it will give players more surprises."

Man slides the game interface.

"The equipment system is very simple, with only a few grids. It is recommended to add a few more slots, from decks to gun barrels to engines. Equipment should also be divided into different directions, such as one set for PVE and one set for PVP with other players. Both sides have a ranking of the top players, and the top players can get the official rare top 500 avatar frame, limited-time title, and the qualification to enter the chat channel of the United Navy Marshal. Our aim is to provide a multi-level paid gradient experience, where players can get happiness as naturally as breathing."

Man touching poster girl.

"How can ships not have new clothes? Do a popularity survey in advance! For the most popular ones, quickly release limited costumes! Or arrange offline activities, and only a small number of players who buy tickets and special gifts can get the accompanying limited-edition costumes. The UI interface is a bit rigid and rough, but it doesn't matter, it means the upper limit is high. Launch a few more paid interface themes, and try to communicate with other works to release a joint model, wouldn't it be great?"

"Have you got a plan for the ships that are unique to the event period? If not, put them on the agenda immediately. It would be best to first arrange a few aloof villains in the plot, and then hint that they can be obtained in the middle stage. Men prefer darkness and rebellion to meekness and tenderness! Do you know Live2D? We need to arrange it too, of course, in the limited card pool, you know."

“Although all resources will automatically restore their output, there is no corresponding infrastructure area in the game. This is not convincing. It would be better if there were some garrison buildings such as dormitories, trainers, steel mills, and gendarmerie headquarters. Wouldn’t that be business-oriented content?

"Of course, the interior decoration of the room should be left to the players to design. We must not interfere. We just need to quietly provide furniture in the mall. Their imagination is endless. We can even hold a 'Akatsuki Horizon's Best Interior Designer Competition'. It's better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone."

Master Yin talked eloquently about this and that, pointing and gesturing.

Tanaka Sensuke didn't take it seriously at first, but the more he listened, the more cold sweats he broke out in, his back felt cold, and he felt as if the dark haze and fog that had been blocking his way ahead had dissipated.

"Where did you get these improvements?" The producer asked humbly, his eyes shining. "Especially the fragmentation (1/100) mechanism, it's a stroke of genius. I thought about it and realized that not only ships, but also skins and equipment can be fragmented. It's really useful."

“You’re welcome. These are just basic operations. I’m just returning to where I learned it.” Master Yin bowed his hands, looking carefree but not complacent, enjoying his own romance.

It was on that day that an invader from a parallel world threw a seed of chaos into the world of pay-to-win mobile games, causing all kinds of disturbances.

……

"Hello? Is the signal bad? Why is there no sound?" Kashiwai Ippei's voice called all the evil in the world back to the present world from distraction.

"Listening, listening." Yin Ze yawned.

"I'm about to get off the bus, so I'll say one last thing. Although you may have a natural advantage in the gaming field, your popularity still depends on the animation series every season." Kashiwai Ippei said with difficulty in the crowded crowd, "You're going to audition for a good work today, so do your best. The production company is very famous, don't be lazy, stand up!"

"You don't understand. I'm being so lazy because I'm getting into the role." Yin Ze said in a deep voice.

"What?" The scumbag agent, who only looked at the investors and the production team but never the script content, certainly didn't understand what he meant.

"The protagonist of this work advocates energy conservation. I am trying to be lazy and find my form."

Yin Ze looked down at the cover of the document in his hand.

The word "Hyoka" is simply written on it.

Chapter 20 A Passing Hero

It rained twice at night this week. When I was drowsy in the middle of the night, I could still hear the sound of branches rubbing against the balcony fence and raindrops falling, but the sun was shining brightly during the day, and it was perfect weather.

The cherry blossom season is elegant and beautiful, and the breeze blows, making the whole ground look beautiful.

From a ray of afternoon sunshine, she could get a glimpse of the temperament of a season.

The sunshine in spring and autumn is always slow and unhurried, while the sunshine in summer is always unrestrained, emitting light and warmth wantonly.

Risa Taneda raised her palm to shield her forehead from the bright sunlight, and looked up at the blue sky through her fingers. She jumped lively to avoid the shallow puddle beside the electric pole and walked forward leisurely. Occasionally she raised her head and reached out to part her hair to one side.

Today is unusually leisurely.

A little black cat was lying on the wall of a house beside the road, basking in the sun, licking its palm lazily, and occasionally yawning with its mouth wide open and its milk teeth showing. Some people say that cats are the masters of this world, and humans are just servants who are given the right to pay tribute to the gods. The little black cat tilted its head and looked at the passers-by calmly.

When the kitten looked into her eyes, Taneda Risa suddenly had an idea and imitated the sound of "meow~" to greet the God of the New World. Unexpectedly, the little black cat shook in disgust after hearing it, and then got up and ran away quickly. This made the girl a little embarrassed and disappointed.

It was still early for the official start time, so she decided to go to a nearby park and sit for a while.

'When the cherry blossoms in Ueno are in full bloom, they look like light crimson clouds.'

This is just an ordinary small garden. The flower scenery is naturally not as magnificent as that of Ueno or Imperial Garden. There are not many tourists admiring the cherry blossoms. There are only two or three housewives walking around with their young children. But it is this perfect tranquility that makes people fascinated and intoxicated.

During the short flowering period, those famous flower viewing sites must be crowded now. After graduation, I am in the period of striving for progress, so I probably won’t have the chance to see the “first bloom” and “blooming snow” of cherry blossoms this year.

Risa Taneda sat on the bench, spread out the audition materials, and began to read with her head slightly lowered.

Pink petals, swaying in the wind, entwine around the shoulders.

When she was in school, her school did not allow her to participate in extracurricular entertainment activities, so apart from a few trial experiences, this was her first time to actually participate in a job. The agency helped her find a small supporting role, and the girl was preparing for it very seriously.

In addition to silently reciting her own lines, she also studied the lines of other characters intentionally or unintentionally. Life is a process of communicating with others, and acting is also an activity that requires cooperation. Knowing other people's information more clearly is also very helpful in shaping the role you hold.

The lively and active children ran by happily, and they played with the only volleyball in various ways, shooting it like a soccer ball, shooting it into the basket with three steps like a basketball, and throwing and catching it like a baseball, having a lot of fun.

Some people believe that character determines one's whole life, but the formation of character is determined by many factors, such as growth environment, physique, financial ability, family support... Each of the little boy group in front of us has a distinct personality and is particularly easy to understand.

The relatively strong little fat boy is the undisputed king of children. He has the final say on what game the volleyball will become in the next second. With a wave of his chubby hands, the backbone of the team will run to that place. The best brothers who are most trusted by the eldest brother often have an important position in the game. For example, when playing the Three Kingdoms War, there is a high probability that you will be allowed to use Zhuge Liang.

If you go down layer by layer, of course there will be little invisible people with a weak sense of presence.

There was a short and slender boy in this group. He looked like he wanted to join in various games, but he always ran slowly, so he was disliked.

Perhaps he was too weak. When playing dodgeball, the king did not let him participate, but let him pick up the ball outside the court. The little boy ran around diligently. Once again, the volleyball was thrown by the fat boy's natural power and fell far away. The king seemed to sigh with his hands on his hips as if he was feeling how lonely it was to be invincible.

"Let's go, let's go. It's not fun here. Let's go to the nearby amusement park. Hey, Kenzo, take the ball back. Remember to bring it out next time."

The little fat boy waved his big hands again and ran away happily with a bunch of dolls.

The only one left was the little boy who was about to pick up the ball and come back to be the referee. He looked at the backs of his peers going away, scratched his hair, and walked towards the volleyball court in the distance with a depressed mood, looking lonely.

Risa Taneda's attention had long been drawn away by the noisy children and was no longer on the script. When she saw the little guy who looked a little lonely, she felt a little sad.

The little boy saw the volleyball rolling like a tumbleweed in the West, and finally rolled to the feet of a man sitting by the flower bed. The man also picked up the volleyball on the ground and smiled at him, looking very easy-going.

"Uncle, could you please throw it over here?" The little boy shouted loudly while standing in place.

"——Uncle, uncle?!" The man's gentle expression suddenly froze. He gritted his teeth and hugged the ball to his chest, saying angrily, "You want it? Come and get it yourself!"

The little boy shrank his head and reluctantly walked over, raised his head and looked up at the passerby. When he got closer, he found that this uncle was very charming, more handsome than the male protagonist in the prime-time TV series that his mother was addicted to, and more handsome than the human bodies of some special effects heroes.

"Are you going to the amusement park with your friends later?" the man leaned over and asked.

"No." The little boy replied.

"So you're in a hurry to go home?"

"No rush, I just need to go home before dinner and do homework."

"So what are you going to do after you get the ball?"

"go home."

"Aren't you in a hurry to go home? It's still early before dinner."

"But, I have no choice but to go home?" The little boy blinked in confusion.

"Hmph." The man nodded and asked again, "Want to return the ball?"

"Of course, I bought it with the pocket money I got as a reward for getting 100 points in the exam." The little boy answered truthfully.

"... After all this time, the ball is still yours." The man nodded, and then raised the ball high above his head like the Statue of Liberty, but said very evilly, "Humph, but if you want to take it back, you have to rely on your own strength."

The little boy looked eagerly at the volleyball that was 2 meters above the ground, then he jumped on the spot and tried to grab it a few times, then he slumped his shoulders and said bitterly, "I'm too short, I can't get it."

"Then let's have a showdown and play a little game." The man's voice was low and deep, like a demon king meeting the brave warrior who was ready to kill him.

"Ah? What are you playing?" the little boy asked with his head raised.

"First, could you, the hero, please introduce yourself?"

"My name is Iwase Kenzo, and I'm in the third grade of Sunflower Elementary School, Class G. The person I like is Rei-chan from the next table. My best subject is math, and I hate Chinese."

"... Well, there's no need to be so detailed. For this kind of question, just saying a name is enough. When you face HR in the future, you can even make up your work resume on the spot." The man paused for a moment, then gathered his strength and said in a deep bass, "Okay, Kenzo-kun, before we decide who will win, let's warm up with a game of rock-paper-scissors, shall we?"

"Yeah." Upon hearing this, Kenzo raised his fist in preparation. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the handsome uncle in front of him had a different aura after he also raised his fist in preparation. If he had to say it, he looked like a supercomputer that was calculating. He even subtly felt that there was a non-existent stream of information flashing in his eyes.

"Rock, Paper, Scissors—"

"Rock, Paper, Scissors—"

Both of them attacked at the same time.

The strange uncle who played with the scissors won.

“Hahahahahaha, I got it!”

It was just a competition with elementary school students, and he won a game of rock-paper-scissors, but the man laughed uncontrollably as if he had won a five million lottery ticket. He was so excited that he couldn't control himself, like a long-awaited rain after a long drought. His ecstatic look even made people feel pitiful.

"Haha, I knew it. I knew there was no problem with my strength. It's just that my opponent is unfathomable and my fate is unfathomable, so I keep getting frustrated—"

The man closed his eyes with relief and contentment, and the demon in his heart that had taken root in his aorta was quietly dissolved.

"Uncle...uh, are you okay?" the little boy asked worriedly.

"It's okay." The man opened his eyes, flicked his bangs with high spirits, and said coolly, "Then Kenzo-kun, let's have the real sword match to decide the ownership of the volleyball. Since you have already experienced how terrible I am in competitive games, you should give it your all and don't take it lightly!"

"Uncle... Brother, will you take the volleyball if you win the game?!" Kenzo was immediately shocked, "I saved up the money for Rei-chan's birthday present to buy this!"

“Hehe, only precious things are worth betting on.” The man smiled strangely like a villain, stood up and walked towards the wide green grass, “Come with me, let’s start this dark duel!”

Kenzo was forced to follow the people who were out of society.

"Considering the huge gap in weight, you are allowed to choose the event you are good at. What do you want to play?" The man asked, holding the volleyball in his hand and resting his hands on his waist.

"Isn't it a dark duel?"

"Although this is a game, it's no joke."

"Hey, brother, you also watch "Sword Sanctuary"?"

"Okay, don't interrupt, choose quickly."

"…Even if you say so, there are only two of us."

"I'm thinking, isn't this just a volleyball? Why do you want to force it to cross fields and make it a ball? Have you ever tested the ball in the physical education exam?"

"Have."

"Okay, let's do 'If you're a man, bounce 100 times'. You start first." The man threw the volleyball over. "Don't run away before the fight."

"No, I'm a man." Kenzo took back his ball, and thought carefully about the posture and tricks taught by the physical education teacher, then he put his hands together, and started to poke the ball seriously, and even started to count. However, he didn't seem to have the talent to become a national volleyball player. At 24, he couldn't control himself and failed to poke the ball.

"Then it's my turn." The man reached out and grabbed the ball. A true master doesn't need to warm up at all, just throw the ball up and it's officially started.

An expert can tell the difference with one move. The trajectory of the volleyball is steady and regular, with a rhythmic up and down motion, just like a perpetual motion machine, full of pseudo-scientific allure. As the number of times increases, there is no mistake, which is a very bad sign, and there is a feeling that pocket money is moving away from you.

The little boy stared nervously.

When he saw the man pass the ball to the 21st time and the winner was decided, he suddenly asked, "Have you ever played shuttlecock?"

"No." Kenzo shook his head, having never heard of this ancient traditional sport.

"Look, this is what it is!" the man said urgently, and suddenly withdrew his hands, letting the volleyball fall. He made a wonderful corner move, accurately cushioning the volleyball with the side of his foot, followed by two moves: somersault of the kite and dragon out to sea, which were very freehand and graceful.

The heavy volleyball was able to wrap around the body and legs and turn over freely.

The young and inexperienced Kenzo had never seen such fancy footwork and could only applaud.

But at the 24th time, he still had unstable control and wrong angle, so the volleyball was knocked out and failed.

"Oh, what a pity." Kenzo said regretfully.

"You can actually fight me to a draw." The man's tone slowed down a little, imitating the way a child speaks, "You are quite good."

"...Ah! I know! This is the famous line of Senior Durian in "The Crybaby Pineapple"!" Kenzo realized it again, clapped his hands, and said in surprise, "Brother who loves watching anime, you imitated it very well!"

"What do you mean by like? That's the voice I dubbed." The man snorted, and then used all his strength, "--The future of Fruit Primary School is in your hands. Swing the bat again, Pineapple!"

“Wow wow wow!” Kenzo was stunned for a moment when he heard the famous scene and lines that sounded like they were broadcast in their original version. Then he became completely excited. He jumped quickly towards the other person as if he had seen some incredible idol. He asked in disbelief and impatience, “Is this really him?!”

"Huh~ Of course. Did you watch last night's "Plum Blossom Agents"? I'm the Rose Thief in the latest episode." The man squeezed out a brilliant voice, "——You must be the famous Miss Plum Blossom, I will steal the most precious secret in your heart!"

"Ah! This sound! It's true!" Kenzo clenched his fists excitedly, and there seemed to be little stars twinkling in his eyes. "So it is true that you like plum blossoms instead of blue flowers? I knew it was true!"

"You'll have to ask the screenwriter..."

"Brother, brother, do you still have a hidden identity?"

"This cannot be easily told to others, but this can be used as the next winner. I'll say the words and you guess the identity." The man pretended to look around and said cautiously.

"Okay!" The little boy's eyes sparkled, contrary to his previous dejection.

“——Excuse me, Altast, please accompany me to complete this last lap!” The man made a gesture of shifting gears and turning the steering wheel.

"Kimi from 'New Intelligent High-Speed ​​Racer'!" Kenzo raised his hand.

"——I must protect this hard-earned peace! This is the ninjutsu that has been passed down from generation to generation for hundreds of years! Silver lion and tiger, please grant me the sword to cut off evil!" The man skillfully made several transformation poses.

"The sixth white member of the Five Color Shuriken Squadron!" Kenzo cheered.