Chapter 8 (1/2)

But, how should he dissuade the gamers?

Pei Qian was a nobody to begin with. Even if he were to declare his identity as the creator of The Lonely Desert Road, how was he going to spread the news quickly?

After pondering about it, he decided that it would be better for him to explain things right in the details of his game’s page on the official games platform.

That way, the gamers who enter to download the game would be able to read his message directly and that would be the best method of dissuasion!

At that thought, Pei Qian opened the back end and started editing the game’s summary.

“My sincere apologies!”

“I’m sorry, this is truly an extremely and downright trashy game!”

“It’s boring to the max and isn’t worth playing at all!”

“Please stop playing it! Gamers who bought it please seize the chance to ask for a refund! Thank you!”

Pei Qian changed the summary and waited.

In the end, even after an hour passed, the hourly download volume of the game did not show any signs of dropping!

Not only that, there were some new comments.

“Eh? The summary of the game changed?”

“Did the creator of the game undergo some trauma?”

“On account of you saying sorry, I forgive you. However, it’s too cumbersome to ask for a refund of a mere 1 yuan. Take it that I’m treating you to ice cream, creator!”

“This creator’s making me burst with laughter. Do you really think we don’t know that it’s a trash game? It’s precisely because it’s trash that we’re playing it!”

“This creator really knows his own worth. On account of your honesty, I’ll tip you with an additional 5 yuan!”

“I’ll send this game to my friend as a gift!”

Pei Qian was almost on the brink of tears upon reading the comments.

What must I say in the summary to persuade you guys to ask for a refund?!

Pei Qian had finally realized that setting the sale price at 1 yuan was a huge mistake – it was so cheap that people who bought it weren’t even bothered with going through the refund process!

However, the main point was that Pei Qian didn’t dare to set it too high as well – this was an indie game after all. If he had set it at 100 yuan, not only would it be difficult to get through ESRO’s vetting process, the system would definitely warn him for it too!

Pei Qian was despondent as he looked at the popularity of the game soar rapidly – he could barely take it anymore.

…

Monday.

“Brother Qian, you’re skipping this afternoon’s classes again?”

Ma Yang had already packed his stuff. He asked puzzledly as he looked at Pei Qian who was clearly awake but lying on his bed and contemplating about life with widened eyes like a dead fish.

Pei Qian waved it off; he didn’t even have the strength to reply.

“You’re really something.”

Ma Yang left with his books.

This was year one after all. Most students would only cultivate the habit of skipping classes and sleeping till noon by the time they were in year two or three.

Pei Qian was someone who had transmigrated from 10 years in the future after all and he knew that skipping these classes meant nothing to him.

At the end of the day, he wasn’t in a course like medicine or law where missing a single class could possibly lead to a failure. For a normal humanities major like his, even if he skipped classes completely, he could still cram his way to a pass at the last minute.

Besides, Pei Qian was in no mood to attend classes at all…

When he refreshed the back end of the game editor daily and saw the leaping figures, he would start to contemplate more about life.

After lying on his bed like a corpse for a full 30 minutes, Pei Qian found the courage to summon the system.

After Sunday’s settlement, the profits from the games platform should have been transferred to his company accounts early that morning.

By now, the System Funds should have been refreshed as well.