GDYARVE # Chapter 7: No One Can Refuse Dead Cells!
# Chapter 7: No One Can Refuse Dead Cells!
When the Yogame staff received the rejection email, their brains froze.
They repeatedly checked the email, even asking colleagues to look it over several times to confirm they weren't seeing things and that they hadn't sent it to the wrong person.
They had indeed used the name of a major company to invite this rising star designer!
And he rejected it?
You must be kidding, right?
It took about half an hour for the staff member to accept this. He swallowed hard and sent a screenshot of Ye Feng's reply to his superior.
He was just an ordinary worker...
But thinking about that reply, he couldn't help but click his tongue. This person truly has the guts to match his skill.
In the entire gaming industry, who dares to refuse Nanshan Pizzahut?
Everyone criticizes Nanshan Pizzahut, yet everyone wants to join Nanshan Pizzahut.
As expected, once he sent the screenshot, the higher-ups immediately issued a directive.
All major platforms were to ban the streaming of *Getting Over It*. While they didn't ban players from playing it, they prohibited live streaming of the game.
The reason given was that the game incited violent tendencies.
As the platform that released the game, they had the authority to restrict games deemed harmful.
At that moment, Yin Ge was streaming and had reached the snowy mountain. Every step felt like walking on a knife's edge.
No one knew how much it had cost him to get there.
‘Reached the snowy mountain, movements are heartbreakingly smooth.’
‘Hello everyone, I am a two-and-a-half-year trainee of *Getting Over It*.’
‘Little chicken, you’ve shown your black feet, haven’t you!’
‘I bet a pack of spicy strips that he’ll fall within ten minutes!’
…
The chat was scrolling rapidly, trying to stir up more waves in Yin Ge’s already tumultuous heart.
He stared at the computer screen, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed dryly.
[Ring! Ring!]
The phone on his desk rang urgently. As Yin Ge raised his hammer, the sudden sound made his hand slip.
The pot character flew backward, the background changing from the pale purple and blue Arctic glow to the warm, scorching orange mountain, and then to the white clouds and blue sky of the furniture store...
Thud!
The pot hit the ground with a solid thump, like a hammer striking everyone’s heart.
The viewers felt a heavy blow, let alone Yin Ge, who was holding the mouse and controlling the character.
The game's mocking voice continued, reminding him of his failure.
“Damn it! I’m going to see who’s calling me!” Yin Ge’s eyes were bloodshot. He had never felt such rage.
The chat also expressed their displeasure. They liked watching Yin Ge break down and fall, but only due to his own mistakes, shaky hands, or lack of skill...
It was like failing to upgrade your game gear yourself versus having it sabotaged by someone else.
Two completely different things.
‘That’s a real death ringtone!’
‘Honestly, if someone called me at that point, I’d be so mad…’
‘Imagining it is really frustrating because getting there is so hard!’
‘The higher the position, the more heartbreaking it is!’
‘Totally relatable, guys! ToT!’
…
“Hello? What is it?” Yin Ge’s voice was cold, expressionless.
The call was from Shark’s official operations. If they didn’t give a good reason, he wouldn’t let it go.
The person on the other end quickly explained the situation.
The more they spoke, the deeper Yin Ge’s frown became.
After a long time, the call ended.
Yin Ge sat back and looked at the game screen. The protagonist was back in familiar territory, and he subconsciously touched his chest.
It did sting a bit.
But the news he just received was even more shocking.
The game was banned from streaming?!
He was confused. Violent tendencies? He didn’t think so. He had only smashed a few keyboards. Was that considered violent?
The platform had given an ultimatum: if he didn’t stop streaming the game, he would face a temporary ban.
“Guys, we need to stop for now. Something came up.” Yin Ge didn’t know how to explain it to his viewers.
Before he could speak, the chat exploded.
‘What’s going on? Sister Zhou also stopped the game!’
‘Streamers are receiving calls to stop playing. I smell a conspiracy.’
‘Monkey, what’s happening?!’
“I heard from a small streamer that *Getting Over It* is banned from streaming, we can’t stream it anymore.”
…
Yin Ge looked at the chat with a complex expression. The news couldn’t be kept secret. Everyone already had some idea of what happened.
“Yes, it’s true. We can’t stream it anymore.” Yin Ge sighed.
At this moment, he couldn’t understand. This game had caused him the most torment and mental strain, and he felt the most anger while playing it.
But now that he couldn’t play it, he felt empty inside.
“Because the platform labeled the game as having violent tendencies.” Yin Ge felt speechless.
“I only smashed a few keyboards, and they say I’m influenced by the game to be violent.”
“I won’t say more. I feel really frustrated. We can’t stream it, but you can still play it yourselves. It’s not banned from playing.”
After hearing this, the chat was also speechless. No one felt the game had violent tendencies.
People had smashed keyboards and pounded desks over games before, and they weren’t treated this way.
‘A word of advice to designers: don’t mess with the gaming industry’s cake.’
‘Is another platform releasing a clone game?’
…
Seeing this comment, Yin Ge was stunned. “Damn it, if they release a clone game, I’ll be the first to curse them out!”
For a moment, all streaming platforms were devoid of *Getting Over It* gameplay.
Meanwhile, Ye Feng received a message.
Yogame had taken his game down, requesting revisions. It would be re-listed after the revisions were completed.
Song Shan glanced at him, expressionless. “I don’t know if you understand, but I certainly do.”
Ye Feng remained silent. How could he not understand?
He knew that standing out would make him a target, but he didn’t expect to be targeted like this.
At the same time, Yogame released a statement.
"Due to numerous complaints from parents about excessive violence in the game, we have decided to take down *Getting Over It*. It will be re-listed once the developer makes the necessary revisions."
Ye Feng laughed and immediately withdrew all the earnings from this period.
After deducting taxes and platform fees, only 1.6 million remained.
But it was enough to make the next game.
No one can refuse *Dead Cells*, even if it means dying on the battlefield.
"Do we really have over 95 ratings? So touching! o(╥﹏╥)o"
(End of chapter)