Building a Gaming Empire From Scratch

Another unfinished message.

Lincoln called out directly, “Room Administrator? Blacklist him for half an hour!”

It was the first time Cloud Dream’s official account was doing a live broadcast, so there was no room administrator, but it didn’t matter, Mavis was there! Mavis swiftly added this temporary top-ranked brother to the blacklist.

So the following audience messages were much more normal: “Congratulations, Boss Lin, for topping the sales of ‘Assassins’ Alliance’! ”

“When will there be a competition? Looking forward to it!”

“Release ‘Light Encounter’ soon! Sisters can’t wait!”

“What are the survival conditions for Firefox? Can you please tell me, my child has restarted the game 8 times already!”

Some audience members also complained about the title of his live broadcast room:

“How fast is your speedrun?”

“Many professional gamers are also speedrunning, you can’t be faster than them, can you?”

“Only one gunshot? Are you relying on others? Or are you playing with cold weapons?”

“Speedrun the main storyline? Great! Doesn’t that mean continuous live streaming for several days?”

Lincoln roughly looked at the comments and answered several questions:

‘”Light Encounter’ will be soon, this week. You can pay attention to the account with the same name, they’ll release some game information.” “As for the competition, you can look forward to it.”

“Firefox’s survival conditions? Haven’t you discovered it yet? I can only say, sincerity is the key!”

“How to be sincere? As long as you sincerely want her to survive when this intention is strong enough, I believe Firefox can feel it.” “For those worried about the speedrun time, I think tonight should be enough.” The audience immediately sent a bunch of question marks.

Lincoln didn’t mind that during the time he was talking nonsense, the live broadcast room’s popularity skyrocketed, directly hitting site-wide first!

This is the influence of Lincoln as a super big influencer and the golden age of the internet!

While saying these unimportant things, Lincoln logged into the virtual world as a pure player for the first time, skipping the DIY process of the virtual house and directly entering the game world.

Since he’s incredibly familiar with the game, his gameplay is much freer than regular players.

He didn’t even bother looking for money in the house at the start of the game, just rummaging through the toolbox for a screwdriver, pocketing it, and hailing a cab.

He calmly gave the name of the destination and quickly arrived at the company building.

When the driver asked for the payment, Lincoln didn’t show any intention of taking out his wallet.

— After all, every audience member knew he didn’t have a single cent on him.

He took the screwdriver out of his pocket and waved it under the driver’s nose, saying, “Robbery! Hand over all your money.”

The driver was stunned.

Not only was the driver stunned, but the million audience members were also a bit confused, as the comments section was full of question marks.

Lincoln noticed the situation in the live broadcast room — it’s hard to see clearly when the comments are mixed, but when they’re all question marks, it’s clear.

He grabbed the driver’s wallet while asking curiously, “What? Haven’t any of you robbed a driver before?”

The audience was speechless, with someone leaving a conspicuous message directly, “It’s not that we haven’t robbed drivers, it’s that we’ve never seen anyone as skilled as you! The game just started a few minutes ago!”

Lincoln didn’t mind, “As a driver in the metropolis, not carrying a gun when working shows a lack of risk awareness! It’s not that they deserve it, but it’s bound to happen sooner or later. Better early than late!”

These heavily sarcastic remarks once again triggered the audience’s wild complaints —

“God damn rushed early than late!”

‘”Carrying a gun to work”‘

‘”Risk awareness’”

“Prosperity flourishes! ”

Lincoln didn’t care, first went to the convenience store to buy a big bag of sweets and snacks, and bought the “Dream Brand Fire Dragon Fireworks” in the corner, then went upstairs and entered the company.

He didn’t rush to his workstation but went straight to his fat lady boss’s office with all the snacks.

With a successful bribe, not only did he skip the targeted plot, but he also directly started the next stage of the task.

Next, Lincoln made an even more outrageous move—

Before going downstairs to the convenience store, he picked up the phone on his workstation and dialed the emergency police number directly!

“Hello? Is this the Metropolitan Police Department? I saw a fierce gun battle happening here! Many innocent civilians were injured! Hurry up! Come quickly!”

He then hung up the phone right away.

Using the landline, it would be easy for the Metropolitan Police Department to track the location by the number.

After making the call, Lincoln leisurely went downstairs.

In the next plot, the audience knew, Firefox and Cross would appear on the scene simultaneously, leading their mercenaries to battle as they fight over the protagonist.

Some players had tried to change the plot at this critical juncture.

For example, someone had yelled directly at Cross to call him “Dad.”

—But he forgot: he was still under the control of the Alliance, and as a result, he was killed by a shot from a close-range mercenary.

Others tried to help Old Dad fight Firefox, but their efforts were futile in front of a highly-focused top-level assassin.

However, this time it was different because of an unexpected variable—the Metropolis Police entered the scene!

The loud gunshots from both sides’ intense battle served as the perfect guide, and the Metropolitan Police quickly surrounded the fighting parties.

Then, without asking any questions, they started shooting at the armed criminals inside the circle indiscriminately!

The gunshots sounded continuously, creating chaos on the scene, even forcing Firefox and Cross to split their attention in an attempt to save their men.

“Puff—”

A barely audible sound.

Lincoln seized the moment when Firefox was distracted, not paying attention to him, and stabbed his screwdriver into Firefox’s back.

As Firefox turned around, he collapsed, his face full of disbelief.

Apparently puzzled as to why a weak and honest man who had been bullied for over a decade suddenly became so decisive and ruthless!

The audience was also dazed by Lincoln’s move, and even the comments in the live broadcast room paused briefly.

They couldn’t understand what Lincoln was planning to do at all.

Lincoln took the pistol from Firefox, who was now powerless, and dodged behind the shelves to avoid the mercenaries’ counterattack.

—These mercenaries were caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the Metropolis Police and failed to attack Lincoln in time.

By the time they reacted and started to attack Lincoln, ignoring the police’s sniping, Cross had already begun to protect his son.

After approaching closer, Cross didn’t hurry forward but began to explain the whole story: “Wesley, stay calm! I am your father; I won’t hurt you. Let’s leave here first.”

Lincoln walked out from behind the shelves with the gun and slowly approached Cross.

Cross breathed a sigh of relief, and the audience thought this was Lincoln’s goal: to join with Old Dad using a clever trick before the final battle.

“Damn! Is this a direct jump to the final stage, where the ultimate battle takes place?”

“Father and son going into battle, the destruction of Alliance’s lair?!”

“So all the plots, tasks, and conversations in the textile factory are in vain?

“It’s impossible, right? They still need to level up; otherwise, a blank slate would only hold back Old Dad, right?”

“Haven’t you seen the title? Only one shot! He’s probably holding Old Dad’s thigh throughout, only shooting the final shot to kill Sloan! Unreal!”

“Can you play a game like this?”

While the audience was still in awe, a sudden gunshot!

“Bang!”

In front of Lincoln, Cross’s chest was dyed red with blood, and with great surprise and confusion, he fell to the ground.

Lincoln coldly said, “You’re wrong! I am your father!”