The first day of the game’s opening.
A festival is held on this day.
However, in the online world, the word festival has many different meanings.
“What festival is going on?”
“It’s not a festival, it’s a war.”
The opening day scenery of an online game is reminiscent of a battlefield.
The store is flooded with malicious users and competitors’ star rating terrorism. Game companies defend themselves against this by using hired part-time workers and the media that has spent advertising money.
In the community, so-called ‘bun-tang-lers’ and ‘god-game-chungs’ mingle with each other and engage in keyboard battles.
Misinformation and witch hunts run rampant, pros and cons swap masks, and fandoms and haters fight over whether the game is a god or a flop, eventually asking each other if their parents are okay.
Servers are at risk, bugs keep cropping up that you didn’t anticipate, and the list of issues that need to be fixed grows longer and longer.
And while the frontline developers are rapidly aging, the business division is organizing expected sales and estimating the level of success. And the ants who have bought stocks in the game company are refreshing the news column with bloodshot eyes and praying for the game’s success.
This hellish scene, where all sorts of tricks and schemes are rampant, is the typical scene on the opening day of a large-scale online game.
But there is one thing everyone agrees on.
No matter what the initial rating was, no matter how user opinion was manipulated, no matter whether the fandom or the anti-fandom won in the community, no matter how many bugs were released and how many emergency maintenances were performed… … .
In the end, the fun games come out.
A game that is fundamentally fun will ultimately succeed, even if some minor problems arise.
In that respect, the start of Wings Online’s open beta was noisy and full of incidents, but all users who logged on were generally in agreement.
This game is well made.
This game is fun… … !
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“Aside from being fun, X is X, you piece of shit!”
A few hours after the opening of Wings Online.
A user who was captured by the guards screamed.
“No, I said freedom was a godsend! So I just beat up some NPCs, stole some money, and set some fires!”
“Freedom and indulgence are two different things, my dear. Just follow me.”
The captain of the guard NPC spoke fiercely and dragged the user into a transport carriage.
As soon as the game started, users lined up everywhere to commit crimes and get dragged away by the police.
Since virtual reality games are a format where users dive directly into the world, it was difficult to put restrictions on their actions. In a normal game, the limits of interaction would be clear, but in virtual reality, it was not easy to set those limits.
There were a lot of trolls who took advantage of this loophole during the closed beta, and that caused all sorts of difficulties.
When the management detects criminal activity, they force a warning message to be displayed in front of the relevant user’s eyes, and they also increase the number of security guards deployed to the ‘Beginner’s Village’ and the starting city ‘Snow White’ by five times the usual setting.
Of course, users ignored warning messages and trolled, the security guards worked hard, and malicious users were dragged off one by one in carriages to the criminal town of ‘Undertown’.
‘Seeing them committing evil deeds since they were beginners, it seems like they all have a lot of potential as evil users… … .’
Inside the carriage.
The boy in the yellow raincoat, Uggle King, looked at the other evil users who were being brought in on the carriage while wearing handcuffs and laughed. It felt good to see his kind being captured as soon as the game started.
“Hey, you. You’re finally awake.”
“… … ?”
Aggle King immediately blurted out a famous introduction line from a classic RPG to another inmate who was blankly staring at him from the seat next to him. Of course, the user who didn’t understand just blinked in bewilderment.
Aggle King calmly looked around at the users inside the carriage and asked.
“How did you guys get caught?”
Then the petty criminals grumbled one after another.
“No, it’s really unfair. I was just going to take the NPC item and look at it because it looked nice… … .”
“I thought I was whispering to my friend and made some dirty remarks, but it turned out it was a global chat… … .”
“There was a small iron mine, so I took it and said, ‘Here’s a spot,’ and a guy came running at me. I hit him a few times and he lay down… … .”
After everyone expressed their grievances.
One of them swung his sword at Aggle King.
“What about that old man? What were you doing that got you caught?”
No, sir, you little shit… … .
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but Aggle King swallowed them with difficulty and told them why he had been captured.
“I snuck into the castle, spat in the king’s face, drew on his armor, climbed on his lap, grabbed his hair, and did the Zero Two dance while saying, ‘It’s nice living in the castle~’ and harassed the castle a bit, and then the guards surrounded me.”
“… … ?”
Are you crazy?
Everyone in the carriage listening to the story looked at the person in question with a shocked expression, but Aggle King had an upright expression on his face, as if he had no shame at all.
Anyway, everyone was being dragged away because they had accumulated a little bit of notoriety points, but this small amount of notoriety can be quickly cleared. If you put your mind to it, you can return to the beginner village and Snow White in a few minutes.
Although such a guide tutorial was kindly displayed in front of everyone, users did not seem to have any intention of going back right away.
“Get down!”
That’s understandable, because the existence and design of the ‘Undertown’, a town exclusive to notorious users, were novel.
As we got off the carriage, the sight of the splendid beginner village and the beautiful snow-white castle had long since disappeared, and instead, the gas-lit underground streets, immersed in gloomy darkness… … the Undertown unfolded before us.
As the handcuffed users looked around in wonder, a giggling voice was heard from above.
“Are you new?”
“I wonder how many of these will survive?”
“Hey, wanna bet on who’ll die first?”
Looking over there, a few criminals who had arrived earlier were giggling on the upper floors of a nearby building.
They beckoned.
“Hey, 2nd generation students! Come here quickly! Our 1st generation seniors will teach you some lessons.”
“First, let’s go into that coal mine over there, mine some ore, and play a game where they present it to us.”
He acted like a senior just because he arrived a few minutes early. It was truly a game made in Korea, the land of courtesy in the East.
The second-generation students got out of the carriage and looked at each other with a smile. Then they each took out their weapons from their waists.
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And then they all simultaneously ran towards the flustered first-generation students.
The aggro king shouted with great enthusiasm.
“You’re talking about the number of riders. Do you think this is some kind of Marine Corps camp?”
The game has only been open for a few hours.
There were hardly any users who had reached level 10, let alone changed jobs. Everyone was a novice, and had no decent skills or equipment.
The best weapon was numbers. And the second generation had slightly more numbers than the first generation.
After a while, the first batch of students who had been beaten up had to enter the mine while wiping away their tears. Uggle King nodded his head while directing them with hand gestures.
“You are not allowed to log out until you reach your quota today! Got it?”
“Let’s wait and see… … A slave is stabbed twice… … .”
“Yeah~ It’s not my part-time job~ You’re a coal mine part-timer~ Go in quickly~.”
Aggle King blithely ignored the first-generation students’ resentful mutterings.
At this time, another convoy of wagons arrived in Undertown again, carrying a new batch of criminals.
The second generation students all bowed in that direction and giggled.
“Are you new?”
“I wonder how many of these will survive?”
“Hey, wanna bet on who’ll die first?”
Good customs and practices were already being passed down. Watching the warm efforts of those trying to continue the tradition, Aggle King’s heart naturally warmed.
That was when.
“No, what kind of game is this!”
One of the third-generation students who had just gotten off the carriage shouted fiercely.
“Users can make mistakes, but why are you throwing them into this shithole right away?! Isn’t this grounds for a refund, you guys?!”
The user wasn’t talking to anyone around him.
A camera add-on floating above your head.
I was talking to a broadcast application that had an ‘On Air’ sign floating around. Upon closer inspection, I saw that it was broadcasting live.
Users who discovered his identity began to gossip.
“Isn’t that old man a newsman?”
“Oh, that named Wrecker? Is it real?”
“Isn’t that the ‘Bloodliner’ partner streamer from next door? He came to play Wings?”
Newsman.
He was a typical cyber wrecker who quickly spread and re-uploaded incidents and accidents from the online world to his own channel.
He was also a die-hard user of the rival game, Blood Liner. He even ran several promotions in collaboration with Blood Liner.
“Is it okay to treat users differently like this because of a minor quarrel? If it was Bloodliner, this would be unimaginable. They only guarantee freedom in words, but in reality, they can’t do anything. Seeing them controlling like this makes me question the game’s ideology.”
He continued his denunciation with vehemence.
“Instead of playing this frustrating game where you can’t do anything, why don’t you just play Blood Liner? Why pay tens of thousands of won in monthly fees? Anyway, I told you that Napalm guys have completely lost their touch.”
The newsman continued to grumble loudly, and the Undertown users’ brows furrowed more and more.
Now in open beta.
The game is free for two weeks. It’s a free-to-play period.
The door is open, and you haven’t even done anything properly yet, so how can you force yourself to come down like that? And on top of that, you’re raising the Blood Liner… … It was too obvious.
“Hey, mister.”
But, apart from what you see inside,
“It’s up to you to make a fuss about whether the game is ruined or not. Right? It’s a bit annoying to be so noisy and annoy people who are having fun.”
It was disgusting to even talk about something like that so loudly.
Aggle King, with both hands on his hips, approached the newsman and said a word.
Then the newsman frowned.
“What are you doing? Go away, kid. Don’t interfere when adults are broadcasting.”
It’s not even a kid, you little shit… … .
The grumbling Aggle King gestured over his head. There, just like the newsman, a broadcasting application was running.
“I’m giving you some advice as someone in the same industry… … If you’re being so blatant about it, it’s a bit much. For the sake of the credibility of that channel, why don’t you try out the game a bit more before you make your decision? More importantly, it’s really noisy, so be quiet so others don’t hear you. Okay?”
Then the newsman’s expression changed.
“Ha, this kid. Are you trying to suck up some views by living off my reputation?”
The corners of the Aggle King’s mouth twisted into a smiling expression.
Because it was all true.
It was true that he was intentionally picking a fight with a newsman who was a mid-level broadcaster to suck up views, and it was also true that he was an unknown streamer with a small number of viewers, a so-called ‘Hako’.
And the thing that Aggle King hates the most is factual violence.
Because I decided to turn a blind eye to the cruel reality and live… … !
“Your tongue has been sticking out lately. Is it because you’re a tow truck driver?”
“What, what is it?”
“If you’re here to play MMORPGs, shouldn’t you decide the outcome through PK rather than fighting?”
The Aggle King took out his crude bow and showed it to me.
“If you’re that dissatisfied with the game, how about some cassock bread to cool off?”
The faces of everyone who was listening to the story turned red.
Cassac bread?
You want to do PVP by deleting your character?
Isn’t that something they did in the 2000s?
“… … .”
A look of bewilderment appeared on the newsman’s face.
Anyway, it hasn’t even been a day since the game was released, let alone a few hours. Even if you lose in PVP and your character gets deleted, there’s no real harm to either party.
But what about other than the characters?
This is a mid-level streamer with over 1,000 real-time viewers. On the other hand, this is an unpopular streamer stuck at the bottom of the deep sea, with no one watching.
There is no need to measure which side has more to lose.
“Ha, I’m crazy for talking nonsense like you… … .”
So the newsman tried to refuse right away,
Aggle King used the cheat key as if he had been waiting for it.
“Shocked?”
Stop.
The newsman’s body froze as he was about to turn around.
All the users around them gaped in amazement at the terrifying forbidden technique used by Aggle King.
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“Scared~?”
“… … .”
The newsman’s shoulders trembled.
It’s an obvious provocation.
It’s a common refrain.
Don’t be fooled by that one-letter word. There’s nothing to gain if you win, and too much to lose if you lose.
So, you have to endure it.
I have to endure it… … .
“I heard you were playing Blood Liner, so I thought you were some kind of great master… … .”
Suddenly, Aggle King started dancing cutely in his place.
“As expected from someone who comes from a game where you just sit there and suck up potions and swing your sword around like crazy~ You must be really scared because you can’t buy specs with cash~.”
“… … .”
“What are you doing? You better run fast. It’s funny how you run away without looking back. Koitsu is completely scared~.”
In the end I couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Kuaaaah! Alright, alright! You f*cking punk! Let’s have some cassock bread!”
The newsman turned around and swore at Aggle King.
“But if things continue like this, it won’t work out, so you… … stop broadcasting if you lose! If you’re scared, just quit!”
Then, Aggle King, who had completely erased his smile, straightened his bow with a serious expression.
“Why are you scared, you idiot? If you were scared, you would be scared because you keep adding conditions for fear of losing.”
“What, what… … .”
“My ID is Aggle King. I’m currently broadcasting, and if I lose this, I’ll quit both the game and the broadcast.”
The aggro king pulled back his bow and gave a cute wink.
“Stop slamming your jaw and come on! Let’s go!”
