Another rev of the engine, and the Aston Martin One-77 shot off like a loosed arrow!At one-fifty in the afternoon, though the Clark Hotel was already teeming with people, Evan's estimation proved accurate – just over a hundred attendees had arrived for the press conference.Of course, this count excluded Pony's group, still en route via public transportation!Meanwhile, the seven remaining core members of the Bluehole Studios, having learned of the event, swiftly chartered a flight to Lumina City. Accompanied by Tiktoc's top executives, they occupied the front row at the press conference.However, Brandon Green, the primary Bluehole representative, stood at the edge of the stage alongside Adam, engaged in a lively discussion about the upcoming event details."Click, click!"Camera flashes flickered incessantly, with over seventy reporters present, representing nearly every major news outlet in Elysia!Naturally, various gaming companies had also dispatched representatives, seated in
Pony's declaration elicited another wave of astonishment. Tencent had built its empire through imitation, unabashedly replicating popular games since establishing its gaming division, utterly disregarding intellectual property rights. Yet now, to thwart Tiktoc's entry into gaming, they sought licensing from Bluehole? Truly unprecedented!The attendees' shock clouded their judgment, failing to grasp Pony's true motive – not a newfound respect for copyrights but a desire to safeguard his slice of the battle royale pie from Tiktoc's encroachment. Businessmen, ever the ravenous sharks, would pursue any profitable venture!"Mr. Pony speaks the truth!" Pony's gaming magnate entourage chimed in approvingly, with the NetEase CEO, holder of World of Warcraft's domestic rights, chiming in, "Once Mr. Pony secures the deal with Bluehole Studios, today's press conference will become a laughingstock!"Emboldened by their confrontational stance, the previously seated gaming executives with ill inten
The assembled guests suddenly felt their cognitive faculties overwhelmed, while Pony's countenance contorted with shock and dismay, his eyes reflecting sheer horror as he gaped at the unfolding scene in disbelief. His entourage, too, regarded Evan with the same awe reserved for deities and demons – this youth possessed an undeniable capacity to instill dread, exuding a regal aura through his ruthless machinations."Does anyone still doubt Mr. Johnson's words?" Evan surveyed the stunned faces with disdain."Oh, I nearly forgot one crucial detail!" His lips curved into a perfect arc, a frigid smile etching his features. "Admittedly, we have yet to enhance this game, as we've only just finalized Bluehole's incorporation. Unlike certain enterprises that relish plagiarism until the fire becomes inextinguishable, only then pursuing licensing, we do not operate that way!""However," he transitioned smoothly, his tone softening ever so slightly, "although we've made no gaming enhancements thu
After their exclamations subsided somewhat, Evan provided a brief tutorial before fixing his mocking gaze upon the slack-jawed Pony. "Since you're curious, Mr. Pony, why not give it a try? No harm in it for a fellow gaming colleague!"Pony's frame trembled slightly as he leveled an intense look at the sneering youth before mustering his resolve. Striding towards an unoccupied corner, he retrieved and donned the visor."Whoa!"Pony tumbled from his chair, sprawling upon the floor, motionless save for the murmured words escaping his lips. "Such otherworldly technology truly exists in this world? I've lost, suffered a resounding, utter defeat.""Hmph."Evan's derisive chuckle cut through the air. "Acknowledging your loss is quite an admirable feat, for against me as an adversary, no one has ever emerged victorious!""Don't linger too long on the visor's home screen; I haven't the time to indulge you all!"Perceiving the audience's awestruck reactions, Evan let out a lazy yawn. "Connect t
Only Pony, at this moment, was utterly bewildered, clutching the gaming glasses tightly in his hands, frozen in place, immobile.Regret welled up within him now. As a businessman, he knew the immense value of these glasses; just as the youth had said, they could transform human habits, a veritable milestone in the gaming realm. He yearned to collaborate, yet could not bring himself to set aside his pride. Moreover, he knew that even were he to humble himself, Tiktoc would grant him no opportunity.All he could do now was seethe with resentment - resent his own lack of capacity, the shortcomings of his team, resent Tiktoc's prowess."Well, since you've all experienced it, allow me to impart a few final matters," Evan said, surveying the gathered crowd with a light scoff. "First, on behalf of Tiktoc, I shall invest $2 billion in collaboration with Bluehole to recreate 'Survival Island' for the Elysia market!"A collective gasp arose as mouths fell agape. Never had they witnessed an Ely
With those words, Evan turned to depart, hands clasped behind his back. However, ere he could exit, a young female reporter, having regained her composure first, reached out to halt him.This reporter, a beauty of three-and-twenty years, wore a crisp brown professional skirt complemented by a clinging purple blouse that tantalized with the curves it hugged."Pardon me, sir, if I may impose upon you for but five minutes. I have two queries I wish to pose.""Very well, proceed," Evan replied, brow furrowing slightly. Why had this journalist not inquired earlier when invited, only to halt his departure now? Even one as aesthetically blessed as herself could not simply act with such entitled impunity.Had he not just offered them the opportunity to pose questions? Yet they had declined, only to impede his exit now. Did she not comprehend that time equated to money? Moreover, had he not directed them to address any outstanding concerns to Adam, the CEO? Why did this reporter exhibit such
" I had two lifelong regrets - missing One Piece's grand finale, and never witnessing the advent of gaming glasses. Yet today, yes, today I bear witness to their realization!""Are these glasses legitimate? With such abundant reportage, surely no deception? When might they release? I yearn to procure them forthwith!""..."Swiftly, the comments beneath each article surpassed ten thousand - not cumulatively, but individually, every single report garnering over ten thousand responses!This succession of stories, propelled by skyrocketing popularity, even became the era's paramount headline.In this age of digital diffusion, any information disseminates with uncanny swiftness. Thus, within mere hours, Elysia's online realm erupted into frothing upheaval.At half-past five that evening, every gaming streamer presently in Lumina City received Adam's gifted gaming glasses. Those elsewhere could only weep bitter tears, ruing their births beyond Lumina's bounds, lamenting their failure to bro
"But for now, let me test these visors, ensure they function identically to the previous ones, despite lacking a physical reference!"With that thought, Evan unhesitatingly donned the newly replicated visor, immersing himself in the "Survival Island" game under his ID Smith-Kg!By an uncanny twist of fate, he was once again matched with the renowned streamers 17shou and Jeong, both now equipped with gaming visors themselves and queued as a duo!While Evan remained oblivious to their presence, his livestream audience quickly identified Smith-Kg! For as they awaited the plane on the desolate island, only Evan sat cross-legged upon a boulder, eyes fathomless as the ocean, gazing serenely at all.A clamor instantly erupted from 17shou's viewers, some from Jeong's channel also aghast! Was this not the Smith-Kg who had single-handedly dominated a four-man squad with just a 98k the previous day? How were they matched again? Would he grace them with another masterclass in sniping, unleashing