Starting to make a ghost story game from Sadako

Walking, jumping, rolling, playing...

The black cat's various actions appeared in Qin Ge's mind one by one. With the injection of behavioral logic chains, the black cat's expression became more and more vivid.

Until a sweet reminder sounded in his ear, "The black cat has injected 10,000 behavioral logic chains and upgraded to a gray card."

"Almost." Qin Ge breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to stand up, he felt dizziness like a tide. He couldn't stand steadily and fell to the ground. The black cat, which was originally like a puppet, came over and lay on his legs obediently.

"My mental strength is overdrawn." Qin Ge rubbed his eyebrows hard, his face pale. He didn't expect that just visualizing a cat would make his mental strength, which was rated as S, unable to support it.

No wonder those medium-sized and large games all need a team to complete. If they were made by a single person, it would probably be mentally ill and couldn't be done.

The next step is to design the story and the identity of the player. The essence of horror games is to make the player unable to fight back against monsters, otherwise the horror will become the player.

But they also need to have some ability to survive, which is very difficult to grasp.

Qin Ge didn't know how long he rested on the ground. He stood up after he felt a little better. He visualized the tips and scares that should be given to the players. The dizziness came again, and he stopped visualizing, "Okay, just a few details."

He looked out the window. The sunlight had not changed, and the branches and leaves of the trees in the yard had been hanging there quietly. So the sun and the moon rose and fell, light and darkness alternated, the wind blew, and the leaves fell...

"Done." Qin Ge clapped his hands, a satisfied smile on his face, and called the Xinghai system in his mind, "Save and upload."

"Congratulations to the dream maker Coke Sugar Master for successfully creating the first dream. I sincerely wish your dream stars will be bright and everlasting, and enter the hall of honor!"

"Please name your dream game, set a price, choose the category to upload, and add tags."

"Please note that if you upload the wrong category, it may be removed by the administrator. The right tag can bring you players who really like it."

By the way, it hasn't been named yet.

Qin Ge scratched the back of his head and smiled, "Let's call it "Urban Tales - Sadako", upload it to the horror dream category, add the tags of horror, plot, excitement, and price it at 108."

"The current average price of a small horror dream is 48 yuan. Your current price is too high and may not attract interested players. It is recommended to adjust it to 38 yuan."

"Just 108." Qin Ge rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. He naturally understood this truth, but there was really no way to deal with the system regulations.

If there was no such hard rule, he would have planned to give it away for free, using this game to increase his popularity and earn points to prepare for the future.

"Price of 108 has been confirmed, and the upload is complete."

Qin Ge immediately couldn't wait to open the dream game library, and a translucent light curtain appeared in front of him, showing horror games such as "The Ghost in the Bathroom" and "School Rules" that were well received and recommended by the administrator.

A new dream maker like Qin Ge will naturally not have such a valuable resource as a recommendation position. Only if the subsequent game is widely praised and attracts the attention of the administrator, it is possible to occupy a place on the list.

As for now, he can only open the latest update obediently. The game he uploaded less than three minutes ago is like a drop of water in the sea. It was rushed to the second page without causing any waves.

"It's okay, let the bullets fly for a while, and good wine is not afraid of deep alleys." Qin Ge has absolute confidence in his game, but there seems to be no other way except to comfort himself in this way.

"Someone is knocking on the door outside. Do you choose to leave the star sea?"

"Yes." Qin Ge's eyes went dark. When he took off his helmet, the moon was already on the branches outside the window. He had spent seven or eight hours in the star sea without knowing it.

Bang, bang, bang, the knocking continued.

"I'm here." Qin Ge yawned, and just as he stood up, he felt dizzy and uncomfortable as if he had a hangover. He couldn't help but grin and said, "Is this the price of overdrawing your mental strength?"

"Why did you stay in the room for so long? I called you to eat several times but you didn't hear me..." Outside the door was a cute girl with short hair and a little baby fat on her face. She showed two small tiger teeth while talking, "Are you okay? Why are you so pale?"

This is another tenant of Qin Ge, Bai Lu, who is also a classmate.

"Is your face very pale?" Qin Ge took out his mobile phone and took a photo. He found that it was indeed a bit too pale. He looked sick. He could only helplessly say: "I was just creating a dream game. It's the sequelae of mental overdrawn."

"I heard Li Zi say that the dream is ready?" Bai Lu seemed to be an open chatterbox, blah blah, one after another: "You have to pay attention to the time when playing dream games. We have been full for a long time. You are so fascinated by it. It can't be an 18+ dream?"

Listening to her chatter, Qin Ge felt more dizzy. He staggered and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Bai Lu quickly supported him.

"Are you really okay?"

"I just feel a little dizzy. Help me." Qin Ge rubbed his eyebrows and said helplessly. It seems that he needs to be more restrained when making dreams in the future. No wonder he often sees dream makers become vegetative or sent to mental hospitals because of creating dreams in the news.

Bai Lu also put Qin Ge's arm on her thin shoulders without hesitation, supporting him to walk downstairs, teasing: "He is so obsessed, can he really be 18+?"

"Yes, he is 18+, but..." Qin Ge just answered halfway when he heard Jiang Li's voice with surprise and concern.

"Why do you look so bad?"

"He overdrew from the 18+ dream game." Bai Lu answered first.

Jiang Li opened her mouth slightly, and suddenly realized: "I understand, take care of your body."

"I understand you!" Qin Ge couldn't hit Jiang Li, so he could only dunk Bai Lu's forehead, gritting his teeth and saying: "I make horror games, horror games are also 18+, and the overdraft is mental strength!"

Bai Lu covered her red forehead and said aggrievedly: "You actually make horror games, don't you know the current situation of horror games?"

"Of course I know." Qin Ge had naturally done a detailed investigation to get involved in this industry. He had just sat on the table when Jiang Li brought up the reheated food.

A bowl of crystal clear white rice, exuding an attractive fragrance, a ruddy and shiny cola chicken wings, and pickled cabbage. After putting them down, she went back to the kitchen and didn't know what she was busy with.

"Can you help me get a bottle of Pepsi, not sugar-free." Qin Ge wanted to do it himself, but the dizziness in his head made it difficult for him to get up easily.

"Drinking too much sugar-sweetened cola can easily lead to obesity." Jiang Li's faint answer came from the kitchen.

"Sugar-free cola is like Yui Aragaki refusing to be my wife. Her life is incomplete." Qin Ge disdains sugar-free cola. Can sugar-free cola still be called cola?

"Drink this." Jiang Li put a glass of freshly squeezed juice in front of Qin Ge, holding her cheek and said, "You need to supplement more vitamins to eliminate the symptoms of mental overdraft."