Building a Gaming Empire From Scratch

Chapter 897: Chapter 850 Chinese New Year’s Eve_1 Chapter 897: Chapter 850 Chinese New Year’s Eve_1 Tomorrow is Chinese New Year’s Eve, and of course, Lincoln’s training had to take a temporary break.

The Aerospace Center needed rest, and so did he.

After a busy day, Lincoln had already communicated with Sisi’s parents.

The process was actually very simple: once Lincoln explained the situation, they agreed to it.

It’s because they had no second choice.

Afterwards, they hurried back to the hospital, and with Little Princess’ help, Lincoln setup a low-end version of the Hibernation Warehouse – or one could say, an upgraded version of the game cabin, it’s the same thing.

Lincoln also modified the most sophisticated medical robotic surgical equipment for Mavis.

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– The related technology actually existed in reality, it was just not yet used as more than a tool.

But that was because the equipped AI capabilities were not enough.

As for implanting a neural prosthesis, Mavis could certainly manage it – she was able to precisely control neural signals, stimulate specific areas of Lincoln’s brain, and therefore induce a high level of focus.

Compared to this, implanting a neural prosthesis was no complicated surgery.

Before going to the Aerospace Center to train, Lincoln once again optimized the automatic production process of the Consciousness Chip to facilitate Camille’s operation.

While he left for training, Little Princess remained in the lab, carrying out the same monotonous scientific research work over and over.

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However, she was extremely patient, carefully finishing each step until Lincoln returned from training.

She then hurried home.

Having accomplished all of these tasks, Lincoln was confident enough to solve Sisi’s problem.

Coupled with Little Princess’ comfort, his mood had completely recovered, and he was ready to give himself a proper break.

About the missed New Year holiday?

He could just make it up after the New Year.

Anyway, he was alone in reality, and whether or not he celebrated the New Year didn’t make any difference.

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The following day, the number of Daxia players online dropped significantly.

Most players had returned to their families.

Even if they had nothing to do, they wouldn’t go to the virtual world to play games.

This phenomenon was actually predictable, it was just that the launch of “Chang’an” had somewhat obscured this fact.

If “Chang’an” was set aside, the online rate of players in other games had begun to noticeably decline long ago.

During the special period of the New Year holiday, out of some traditional inertia, Daxia people start valuing family even more than usual, which significantly decreases their gaming time.

– Of course, “Pokémon” is an exception.

Now on the streets of Daxia, people wearing headbands and carrying small pets on their shoulders are everywhere.

It was like young people wearing headphones when going out in the past, and passersby no longer find it strange.

Under these circumstances, the online rate of players in “Pokémon” really has no reference value.

On the contrary, the difficulty and intensity of the [Tavern Conquest War] significantly decreased, which indirectly shows that players are currently not mainly focused on the game.

However, outside the Daxia Region, it’s another story –

The popularity of “Pokémon” overseas is steadily increasing, and with the logistics in full swing, the number of overseas players finally saw an explosive growth.

Even the base of players of “Chang’an” was suppressed.

Although “Pokémon” is a free game and the rating is for all ages, the target audience is definitely much broader than “Chang’an”.

The achieved popularity is still astonishing.

Not only did this game increase the sales of the [Eight Sides Headband] drastically, but it also led to a significant increase in the sales of [Mirage 2.0] console!

Almost all players who like “Pokémon” are unable to resist the temptation to carry a Pokémon in their arms.

Even the protesting British players, many stopped protesting and spent their days wearing the headband, catching Pokémon all over the world and having fun.

Many partners have also sent applications, hoping to hold various commercial events based on “Pokémon”…

But Lincoln just glanced at them and let it go.

He didn’t have the time to look at these things right now.

Mavis noticed Lincoln’s bad mood and, shaking Lincoln’s hand gently, she said: “Master, shall Mavis tell you some fun stories?”

Lincoln rubbed Mavis’s head: “Thanks, Mavis, but that’s not necessary.”

But he had nothing to do while staying at home all the time, and after some thought, he suddenly realized: every time a Cloud Dream game came out in the past, he would always play it first, but he hadn’t really played “Pokémon” yet.

Once he thought of this, he simply took Mavis outside to catch Pokémon, hoping to change his mood.

The weather was quite good, with bright sunshine and clear skies.

Only the streets were noticeably quieter.

On a normal day, the population of Xiajing City reaches a staggering 20 million, but during the New Year holiday, an incredible tide of homecoming often occurs, even reaching the scale of ten million in recent years.

While the city remains the same and its various facilities are plausibly designed to accommodate a population of 20 million residents, witnessing its size shrink by almost half in a brief span of time inevitably cools the vibe on the streets.

Lincoln took a walk around the nearest small park, realizing that far fewer people were out and about.

Only at the Monster Tavern were there clusters of players waiting on the sidelines, attempting to sneak ahead of time.

Such an act was virtually impossible before, even if one turned up in the middle of the night when the faction’s occupation time was about to end, there would still be players who had gone ahead to defend.

Lincoln didn’t join the crowd.

He watched for a bit with Mavis and then left to catch spirit beasts.

However, it was Mavis who was mainly playing the game.

She hopped around, commanding the little white tiger to pounce and bite, catching one spirit beast after the other, having an absolute blast.

Any creature that appeared before her, she did not let go; Having the time of her life.

When Mavis finally became satisfied, with the sun about to set, Lincoln took her home.

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After dinner, Lincoln found himself in a state of ennui once again.

He lounged on a small sofa in the virtual world with Mavis, frantically pressing on the remote control.

Yet, he had no idea what he wanted to watch.

There was no Spring Evening Gala in this world.

Although there was a New Year’s Eve Gala, it didn’t compare at all to the Spring Evening Gala that Lincoln remembered, hence he had no interest.

Switching through channels, he not only didn’t find something good, but he found it even more boring.

After being idle for a while longer, Lincoln couldn’t lie down any longer and logged into “Chang’an”.

He ran up to the topmost floor of the Meditation Temple Tower, overlooking the entire Chang’an City, leaning against the railing and letting his mind wander.

Listening to the tinkling sounds of the wind chimes at the roof’s edge, his heart gradually calmed down.

It then hit him:

The reason he felt listless today, the reason he couldn’t muster the energy to do anything, was not because he was tired, nor because he was bored.

It was simply because…

he was missing home.

Mavis was indeed considerate and adorable, but it was hard for Lincoln to share his melancholic feelings with her.

On this Chinese New Year’s Eve, when all families are together, he felt lonely for the first time.

And suddenly, he felt like having a drink.

With a light tap on the railing, a mug of beer magically appeared.

Lincoln picked it up and took a gulp.

Just as he set down the glass, he saw Mavis next to him holding up a large mug of beer, intending to gulp it down.

“Wait!” Lincoln quickly tried to stop her.

Mavis’ movement halted midway, as she turned to look at Lincoln with a slightly guilty expression.

But Lincoln’s hand also stopped in mid-air; after a brief hesitation, he extended his index finger to indicate, “Just this one!”

“Mm-hmm.” Mavis nodded vigorously, took a big sip, and when she put down the mug, there was a trail of beer froth on her lips, like a white beard.

Lincoln used his thumb to wipe away the froth from her lips, cleaned his fingers, and then ruffled her pink head.

“Hehe.” Mavis grinned from ear to ear, tilted her head back again, and gallantly chugged down an entire mug of beer.

Then she mumbled bleary-eyed, “Mavis is drunk.”

Then she wobbled and toppled over backward.

Lincoln quickly reached out to catch her but ended up grabbing thin air.

Mavis had fallen straight out of Chang’an, landing on the small sofa on the bridge too.

?

Lincoln blinked, not quite understanding Mavis’ actions.

However, just as he was lost in thoughts, a familiar figure appeared beneath the towering Meditation Temple Tower.

Camille Victoria.

Little Princess had appeared here at some point, and was cheerfully waving at him.