Chapter 573 The Battle for Takeru (14)
After finishing the hidden ending, Masato Shichijo’s expression was very strange. If the previous game experience made people feel like eating shit, he could occasionally eat some shrimp and Corn kernels, normal people can't stand that kind of illogical gameplay, so this hidden route is undoubtedly a breath of fresh air. If you just look at this line, it actually feels pretty good, especially compared with before.
In the plot, at the end, time is reversed after the appearance of the universe idol Masaki, and a new episode will have a completely new plot. The protagonist will have a dream, dreaming about the ending of last week's episode, which is the battle royale. At the end of the UFO ending, the hero made a wish.
When he goes to school again, he will find that there is a transfer student in the school who looks exactly like the cosmic idol he saw in his dream.
In the setting, the protagonist is a person who has been bullied, but the appearance of Masaki makes the male protagonist gradually stand up, get rid of his cowardice and inferiority, and re-enter the society. In the final ending, Masaki She was picked up by a UFO, but she made an agreement with the male protagonist to meet again on the next agreed date.
So they were like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, separated by the stars, looking at each other from a distance, waiting to meet again.
The new agreed date was the release date of the sequel, but before the game was finished, the company was in trouble.
"So Takeru projected himself into the game?" Masato Shichijo didn't have much thoughts after finishing the game, because he had never encountered the protagonist in the game before, and even thought it was a bit ridiculous.
However, he still somewhat understood Ajian's thoughts. A humble otaku, who was bullied and discriminated against, hid at home and did not dare to face the society. However, he unexpectedly gained the ability in a game. He gained salvation and became the pillar of his soul...
Looking at the time, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening. Masato Shichijo breathed out a breath and finally finished the game. He was now facing the inside. He was used to the cartoon style with big eyes, and even found it a bit pleasing to the eye, which made him shudder.
"No, no! Get out of my mind!" He quickly shook his head to get rid of that feeling.
Then he walked out of the office and found that the lights outside were bright, and almost all employees were still working overtime.
"Have you all finished get off work yet?" Masato Shichijo was a little surprised. He usually left on time. Didn't he expect that the company's employees would work so hard?
"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Shichijo."
"The work is not done yet."
The employees expressed that they were not tired.
Shichijo Masato nodded. As expected of his subordinate, he was so loyal to the company, so he handed the "Dokiki Precious Girl Adventure" game package to a subordinate and said: "Then work harder and help. I'll find the copyright owner of this game and buy it."
Then he left here. He had worked for too long today and it was time to take a good rest.
The acquisition of the game copyright went very smoothly. It didn’t take long to reach an agreement with the publisher who owned the copyright. Not long after the game company went bankrupt, the copyright was sold to pay off the debt, which was considered a liquidation. It's rubbish at the bottom. I heard that when the game publisher was talking about it, they didn't know they had the copyright to this game, so they searched for it in their inventory for a long time before they found it.
So two days later, Inuyama Heita found an email in the mailbox downstairs of the apartment.
"Is there any mail?" Ken leaned over and asked curiously: "What is it?"
"I don't know." Heita Inuyama opened the brown paper bag, and inside was a document. He just took it out and returned it. Before he could see clearly, Ajian screamed at the side.
"Ahhh! This is!!!"
Heita Inuyama took a closer look and saw that it was a copy of the copyright certificate of "Dokiki Bishoujo Adventure".
When Heita Inuyama saw this, he understood everything: "It's Mr. Shichijo, has he actually bought this game? This means... he can definitely find someone to remake it. A sequel! ”
But when he looked at Takeru, he found that although he was a little excited, he had not lost his mind and clamored to go to Masato Shichijo. "It's just the copyright of the game." Ajian explained: "Just having the copyright is useless. I like this game, not its name, but the plot, characters, and artistic and humanistic atmosphere. Even if he buys it, It’s useless if he can’t have the same feeling as he did back then, unless he has found the producer, screenwriter, art, music...”
While Ajian was gushing During the explanation, another letter fell from the brown paper bag. Heita Inuyama picked it up, looked at it, and said, "Mr. Takeru, it seems that Mr. Shichijo gave it to you."
"Humph, again Is it an inducement?" Ajian said disdainfully: "That young man is really shameless. I don't believe that someone like him is capable of making a sequel to this masterpiece. Let's see what it says."
Open the envelope and there is only a short line of words inside:
[Want to be the producer of the sequel to this game and reunite with Masaki on the promised day? Jian, I'll wait for you at the nearby maid cafe tomorrow afternoon. 】
Ajian opened his mouth wide, showing a shocked expression.
Heita Inuyama knew that this guy had taken the bait, so he couldn't help but sigh.
"Are you going? Mr. Takeru?" Heita Inuyama asked. Although he didn't want Takeru to come into contact with Masato Shichijo and become a tool to eliminate the curse, he was also not qualified to stop Takeru from completing his obsession. Thoughts, it is because of obsession that they will stay in the world, and they cannot be stopped.
"Go... go?" Aken's eyes dodge and he hesitated, "I want to go. Inuyama-san, can you take me there? I also want to hear what that young man has to say."
"I know." Inuyama Heita nodded.
The next day, he took Takeru to the appointed place. Masato Shichijo had been waiting for them at a booth in the corner for a long time.
"Mr. Shichijo." Inuyama Heita sat opposite him, and Takeru also floated out. Throughout the whole day, Takeru looked like he was distracted.
"Heitaro, Mr. Takeru." Masato Shichijo nodded, and the other party came as expected. Just as Fushigi Yin said, these ghosts cannot resist the temptation of obsession at all.
Ajian couldn't help but asked the first question: "What you said... let me become a game producer, is it true? But I... I don't understand music, I don't understand writing, I don't understand programming, I don’t even understand marketing, I don’t understand anything.”
Masato Shichijo said with a smile: "You don't need to understand those things at all. All those things can be solved with money. No matter what kind of music, programmers, art, or screenwriters you want, I can find them for you and give them to you directly. It’s not a big deal for you to outsource a technically mature studio. As for how the final game turns out...you know my purpose, so it’s okay even if the game is a complete loss."
Inuyama Heita said in surprise: "Although I I don’t know much about it, but to make a game, I have to It will cost a lot of money..."
Aken asked tentatively: "Can you find the people who made this game back then?"
Shichijo Masato frowned slightly: "Although it is very difficult. , but if this is your request, I I will try my best to find them and help you create an authentic sequel to the game! "
Taken looked embarrassed and turned to look at Inuyama Heita: "But... I agreed. To protect the Inuyama clan..."
"Go, Mr. Takeru." Inuyama Heita suddenly said: "I'm fine, just do what you want to do."
Shichijo Masato took out an ugly pot and it looked like It was like a strange urn, he said: "This is the soul bottle that I commissioned other spirit removers to make. If you agree, you can live in it."
Ajian looked at the table The soul bottle fell into silence and entanglement.
(End of this chapter)