For tonight's live broadcast about Doomsday, Duncan had everything ready. He designed the lines to be spoken, knew when to shake off the baggage, and when to make a surprised expression.

Everything is still going according to the script.

Choose the dwarf race, pinch people and pinch their faces, choose the mage profession, advance the mission, start an adventure, get rewards, cast spells, tell jokes, shake off the burden, and take the initiative to mobilize the atmosphere of the live broadcast room······

All the things that Duncan had memorized had to do, he did.

Unfortunately, the live broadcast of "Doomsday" did not work well.

When Duncan chooses the dwarf race, the audience complains about how Dungo is so uninspiring, using dwarfs in both games in a row, and they don't contribute a second wave of laughter for the same antics of the same behavior.

When Duncan became a mage, countless viewers complained that Duncan actually followed the previous operation process in "Dawn".

There were a lot of words such as "Brother Deng and Brother Deng, do you still think you are playing "Dawn", "Brother Deng, you might as well go back to broadcast "Dawn" like this".

With the jewel of "Dawn" in front, "Doomsday", which was supposed to be a next-generation virtual reality game, also looks shabby.

Relatively coarser character modeling and scene modeling, worse somatosensory simulation, less realistic physics engine, more fake rendering, some excessively inconsistent character movements, plus a clipping bug at the end of the live broadcast······

All of this makes what should have been a well-choreographed and perfect live stream both awkward and hilarious.

After all, Duncan had just the right meal, so he could only ignore all the things like "Brother Deng, haven't you picked up the loot in "Dawn" yet?" Can [Invisibility] be used on items? Will Brother Deng be able to re-appear in "Dawn" for us later? "Brother Deng, can't you upgrade to level 4 and click on the attribute to satisfy our obsessive-compulsive disorder before you retire from "Dawn"? Barrage like that.

He just finished the live broadcast seriously.

3 hours passed.

Even Duncan didn't know how he did it, he was like a robot, completing tasks according to a predetermined program. He laughed mechanically, mechanically shocked, and mechanically touted the advanced somatosensory simulation technology in "Doomsday".

When the live broadcast ended, the virtual helmet was taken off, and Duncan suddenly had an unreal sense of waking up from a big dream.

Although the live broadcast room is always full of jokes, it is fun. But when the live broadcast ended, Duncan was not happy at all in the real world.

"What the hell did I do? Am I a fool? Why the hell should I play Dawn? Obviously, just play a little game when you download it! ”

He punched the wall in anger, completely oblivious to the pain coming from his fist.

"It's okay now, the real broadcast of "Doomsday Dusk", the live broadcast effect is rotten like this. Mom, I'm a fool, I'm a fool, I'm a fool. I, yes, stupid,! ”

Duncan hugged his head and lay down on the bed in prostration, the light of the incandescent light was a little blurred, probably related to the fact that his eyes had become moist inexplicably.

Silver Eagle Mutual Entertainment's live broadcast and video of Cha Fan will not be expected to be accepted in the future. What a generous donor.

Why did he go to play "Dawn" at that time?

Duncan couldn't figure it out.

He has parents and a younger sister, and he has a poor family.

He is no longer a child who can play games as he likes, and sees games as just a source of happiness.

Forget it, go to sleep.

Duncan had already planned to make a set of "Doomsday" related strategy videos in the future, and the specific content has been conceived.

But that's tomorrow's work.

It's the holidays, and he doesn't have to think about going to school for a while.

Duncan turned off the lights and covered the covers.

Before going to bed, Duncan once again looked at the bright silver virtual helmet beside the bed and frowned.

He was ruthless and put his helmet on.

"I almost forgot, I made an appointment before the days were long and the nights were short, and I was going to lay down the nest of the Yellow Springs bee in the next few days." Duncan said to himself, "So ······"

He opened the game bar and found a game called Dawn.

On the icon, it is the vicious scenery of the first layer of the Nine Hells, "War Wilderness". And Duncan knows that the real game experience is ten thousand times more shocking than the promotional image.

I don't know if I was too sleepy, or if I was too excited, Duncan did something quite impulsive before going to bed.

Duncan controls the mouse and moves it to the large icon of the Dawn game.

Then, uninstall the game!

"So I'm sorry to disappoint her."

Maybe it's because he's too tired today, or maybe his brain is short-circuited for a moment, and Duncan doesn't know why he's so impulsive all of a sudden.

He had expected – and probably hoped – to be able to pop up a reconfirmation window when he uninstalled the game, but nothing came up.

With a bang, "Dawn" was deleted, as if it had never existed.

"Junk VP2 helmet, not even a deletion confirmation." Duncan yawned, "I'll need to download it again later." ”

Duncan closed his eyes.

He felt so tired that he fell asleep in a few moments.

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