Giving Interstellar Players a Horror Ghost Game Shock - Chapter 70
After relentless effort, ‘Miss Ye’s Studio’ was quietly established.
When deciding on a name, Liu Yuling tried to convince her to reconsider, but Ye Yuxi firmly stuck with this plain and simple choice.
The reason? She wasn’t exactly talented at naming things. If she kept thinking about it, she might have ended up calling it Revitalize Horror Games Studio or something just as ridiculous.
That said, ever since starting her studio—especially after bringing in two powerhouses, Liu Yuling and Meng Zhiyao—Ye Yuxi’s life had never been smoother.
Patent applications? Equipment purchases? Liu Yuling had it all covered.
All she had to do was focus on making games. Plus, with a little assistant always around to bring her tea and snacks, she was practically living the dream.
After about a week, she had finalized the rough outline of the story, leaving only the finer details to be worked out.
She showed Meng Zhiyao her initial game sketches, and the moment Meng emerged from the virtual space, she was practically vibrating with excitement.
“Miss Ye! This new game is so amazing! Don’t worry, I’ll put together a trailer that’s worthy of it in no time!”
Ye Yuxi nodded in satisfaction, realizing it was actually quite fun to work alongside someone who admired her this much.
She was about to call Liu Yuling over for a coffee break to celebrate their progress, but after calling out a few times, she got no response.
“Yuling? What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing.” Liu Yuling, frowning at her holo-screen, snapped back to reality and smiled.
“Some unknown number keeps messaging me. My system automatically filters them out, but I think it’s a scammer, so I was just reporting it.”
“…” Ye Yuxi’s lips twitched.
So even in the interstellar era, scam callers were still a thing, huh?
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As the November winds drifted into December, a new game cover quietly appeared on Doudou’s homepage.
It showed a dark and eerie school, its gray buildings casting twisted shadows under the moonlight, as if sealing away countless vengeful spirits.
“What’s this?”
Lu Xiaofeng had just logged onto Doudou when he spotted the new icon.
Instinctively, he clicked into the details page, only to find a single immersive trailer available for viewing.
The grim, oppressive style immediately gave him a bad feeling. He quickly checked the designer’s name—but to his surprise, this time, it wasn’t listed under Miss Ye. Instead…
“Miss Ye’s Studio? She started her own studio?”
Lu Xiaofeng’s eye twitched. That name was way too straightforward.
Then, his gaze landed on the game title, and his hand trembled slightly.
Campus Nightmare 2?! His nightmare already had a sequel?!
After a moment of contemplation, a strange smile crept onto his face.
First, he set up a private screening room. Then, he casually dropped the link into their department’s group chat.
[Howling Wind: Just found something interesting. Wanna watch together? Super stress-relieving.]
Their Solo Combat division had recently suffered a setback during a joint training exercise with another military academy. Ever since they returned, the atmosphere had been tense, as if everyone had gunpowder in their veins.
Some had even lost interest in browsing their holoscreens, choosing instead to spend all day in the training rooms sparring with others. Nearly every arena was occupied around the clock.
It took two or three minutes before a few replies appeared in the group chat.
[Dead Fish: Xiaofeng, cut it out. Everyone’s on edge right now. If you joke around at a time like this, someone might just challenge you to the ring.]
[Howling Wind: …I’m serious. I’ve got something guaranteed to help you cool down. Watch it, and I promise—no more anger, just pure inner peace. You in?]
[Dead Fish: I’m in! Let’s get Anzhi in on this too! She’s been fuming these past few days—last time, she sent the seniors who challenged her straight to the academy hospital! She desperately needs to calm down. @SendingYouPeace]
[SendingYouPeace: No way. Really? My mental energy has been all over the place lately, and I can barely control my temper. Does this actually work?]
Lu Xiaofeng hyped it up in the chat, making sure everyone understood just how sincere he was.
Of course, it worked! He had personally tested it himself—how could he not know?
Back when he played Campus Nightmare, he had nearly been scared to death on the spot!
Mental energy fluctuations? Please. He had been so thoroughly terrified that his entire body had gone limp, his energy levels dropping to something resembling a flatlined EKG.
Whenever life felt frustrating and unbearable, just play a horror game from Miss Ye. Suddenly, the world outside would seem fresh, clean, and so much more peaceful. A world without ghosts? Absolutely wonderful.
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Meanwhile, in the women’s dorms.
Anzhi, who had just been @mentioned, was still skeptical—but her hands had already clicked the link.
She had originally shared a normal double dorm and actually got along well with her roommate.
But after the last exercise—where their Central Military Academy lost due to a certain useless teammate dragging them down—her temper had been running dangerously hot.
Her mental energy was so unstable that she was afraid of hurting her roommate by accident, so she had applied to move into a single room.
Anzhi wasn’t much of a gamer. Her usual way of venting was to claim an arena and go all out—punches flying, every hit landing with bone-rattling impact.
The problem was, she had already been venting for two days straight, yet her anger hadn’t subsided. Just this afternoon, she had sent two senior cadets and one senior officer to the academy hospital…
That had finally gotten the attention of their instructors. One of them had personally stepped in and strongly advised her to stay in her dorm and rest for a few days. If she didn’t, they’d have no choice but to put her in solitary confinement—or worse, prescribe suppressants.
“What is this? An immersive game trailer? The more I think about it, the more ridiculous it sounds. Lu Xiaofeng better not be messing with me.”
As soon as the thought crossed her mind, her irritation flared again.
Without hesitation, she put on her neural connector and projected her consciousness into the screening room titled ‘Ultimate Stress Relief.’