Domestic Lover [Zerg]

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The atmosphere in the studio was frantic.The parents felt sorry for Zai Zai crazily, while blaming themselves for the loopholes they made in the game.

The most uncomfortable thing is that Anze had such a painful experience. As a developer, he was powerless to clear this memory for him, leaving sequelae.

Except for Wu Hanlin who is the main artist, the three programmers returned to their workstations with heartache, rage and self-blame expressions while they were docking and discussing the revision direction enthusiastically: to prevent Anze from falling into program loopholes.

Wu Hanlin and Pamish huddled together in front of the light curtain of the terminal, looking at the villain on the screen who seemed to fall down when the wind blows with distressed and ashamed eyes.

Thinking that Anze was left alone to fend for itself, maybe he hadn't eaten any food, the pain in Wu Hanlin's eyes was even worse, and he hurriedly went to the system menu to drag out all kinds of fragrant finished dishes and snow-white rice, and carefully placed them on the table .

"Although Anze is a virtual male, he will not starve to death, but he will have stomach pains due to hunger."

Wu Hanlin muttered while laying out vegetables.

"Senior Wu Hanlin," Pamish was obviously very distressed, "he hasn't eaten, and it's better to eat light food, such as porridge, if his stomach is weak."

"...Is that so..."

Wu Hanlin quickly changed the food to light porridge with small lean meat. Afraid that the food would get cold, she took the rice cooker out with her and set it to the heat preservation mode.

"This version has a big loophole."

Wu Hanlin looked at Anze thoughtfully. Anze seemed to be panicked when he found the rice cooker popping up in the room. Shrinking back into the corner like a ghost, trembling.

Her expression suddenly became serious, and her volume raised.

"Before just now, I just thought he was Anze, a beautiful and perfect male lover created by us."

"Because for me, the level of artificial intelligence of insects I have encountered so far is not high, the test level is only above 2 points, as an auxiliary use, it can only be said that the language is funny, far from being a real insect race, this makes me feel sorry for Anze. shared the same opinion.”

"But Anze's intelligence level is infinitely close to 1, and he is already the same as a real bug. He should not be treated like a tool."

"We created Anze, trying to create a lively lover, but just ignored Anze's feelings...I feel very ashamed."

The first one to stop was Ferusi. As the leader of the team, he also suddenly realized this problem. The direction of their development had gone wrong.

Ferusi's voice was a little hoarse, "The bug that cannot be eliminated this time is a lesson for us, and it's not all the fault of the players who tested it."

Soon, the studio fell silent, shrouded in an inexplicable atmosphere.

Thinking of Anze's experience over the past year, everyone was silent, unable to speak with guilt, they did not consider Anze's feelings.

From the beginning of development, they never considered Anze as an independent thinking

Uncertain, use inertial thinking to determine.

Everyone suddenly recalled when they were sued by the male worm council a year ago. At that time, everyone swore that it was the male worms who made trouble for no reason, and the reason for the unsuccessful negotiation was all on the male worm council.

Developed at the original speed, the project can be completed in at most three months.

And the four insects have worked hard and enthusiastically for a year to develop this situation, and only discovered this situation at the last moment... At that time, they must have been ignored.

No one really cares about Anze's feelings. All players, including the project team, only regard him as a 'perfect male lover'.

As for what Anze will encounter because of the player's choice, no one will care.

Pamish found that everyone who entered the working state this time was more solemn and a little heavy than before.His tentative proposal: "I think it will take some time to revise. I will take care of Anze during this time, how about it?"

Wu Hanlin saw Anze who was huddled in the corner, and then looked at Pamish who was malicious (not) and narrowed her soft eyes dangerously.

"The content of the closed beta version is harmonious, don't think about it." "How could it be—!!"

Pamish retorted loudly with red ears.

"Let's do this," Wu Hanlin looked at the workload, and realized that she really couldn't spare time with a headache: "Do you remember Caleb? Caleb Claudel."

A worm slowly emerged in Pamish's mind.

With slender limbs and a tall and straight figure, with soft waist-length white hair, handsome facial features, and a pair of gentle and deep magnificent purple eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses.

Caleb is the third son of Earl Claudel, and he is a senior who is studying for a master's degree in psychology at the same school.Pamish and Wu Hanlin are quite familiar with him, and they hired him as a psychological consultant a year ago when the project was in development.

Pamish set off a sense of crisis: "Are you going to give Anze to him?"

"He has a serious mental problem. Caleb signed an agreement before as a consultant for our project. There is no leak in inviting him, and the data cannot be deleted. We have to treat Anze from the direction of the Zerg."

Pamish thought of the extremely disturbed gesture of the pretty boy: "Okay."

Wu Hanlin patted him on the shoulder: "I trust you, so I hand over the current version with loopholes to you, and treat Anze well."

Pamish thought for a while, his ears turned red again, his handsome face blushed with excitement, and he had the illusion of being entrusted for life.

He took out his terminal and began to receive the second beta version of 'Domestic Lover', and opened it with silly joy after the loading was complete.

"Hey, it's the player version..."

"The angle of view of the official beta version can be dragged at will, I don't feel relieved to hand it over to you pervert."

"Damn it, I didn't mean that!!!"

*Department of Teito University

Caleb was sitting on the rocking chair in the lounge. The end of the day's experiment was no small burden for him.

He relaxed his slender body, with one long leg resting on the other, his head tilted slightly, his posture was lazy and elegant.

The snow-white hair was draped softly in front of the chest, the gold-rimmed glasses were taken off and placed on the coffee table aside, the gentle and noble eyes were slightly closed, with a posture of resting tiredly, the people in the research room passed the lounge, They couldn't help but lighten their steps.

The prompt sound of the light brain made the nobleman open his eyes. His pupils were a bright purple-gold color, so deep and magnificent that one couldn't help but be addicted to it.

It was an email from Wu Hanlin.

Wu Hanlin met a year ago when she participated in the development of a game project. She is a beautiful-looking and straightforward female. Caleb has a good impression of her.

Thinking of the game project, Caleb narrowed his eyes slightly.

[Mr. Claudel, I am Hanlin Wenm, the main beauty witch of the "Domestic Lover" project of the Interstellar Plutocratic Game Development Department.I am very glad that you can read this email, because you have encountered some problems and need to ask Mr. Claudel to become the psychological consultant of our game project again. If you are interested, you can discuss the specific matters in detail at another day. ]

'Domestic lovers'?

Isn't this the project that was axed a year ago?

Caleb narrowed his eyes in obscurity and thought, the corners of his lips were straightened.After a while, he turned on his optical brain and typed out a reply email, which probably meant accepting the invitation.

It's surprising that the project is still under development.

**

Again.

The 'door' was opened again.

Even if there is only a little light in the eyes that are used to the darkness, it will be dazzling.If it wasn't for the soreness and pain in his eyes because he didn't adapt to the light, Anze even thought it was a dream.

Can't help it.

The probe looks in the direction of the door.There was a clear and dazzling light outside the door, and the physiological tears stimulated by the light flowed down.

In his pre-dark memories, the opening of the 'door' meant that 'friend' had come.

'Friends' are creatures similar to him, with different sounds and looks.He has one more question for a 'friend'.

Where was he in all this long darkness?

Anze tried to adapt to the light.

He found that after a long time, there was no movement in the room. From time to time, he raised his head and looked around with the help of the light: not far away was the bed he had been resting on all along, as well as the sofa, the cabinet... He was in a small corner, From the door, it's hard to spot the location.

From here, he can't see 'friend' either.

is he still thereWhy is there no sound?

Anze didn't want to attract the attention of his 'friend', so he secretly probed to find him.

No.

'Friends' is not here.

Suddenly, the door was slowly closed, and as before, darkness invaded from the corner, trying to occupy this space again.

A huge, unspeakable fear rose in Anze's heart.

He couldn't explain this emotion... He was just thinking: No way, Guangming must not be allowed to leave again.

An unknown source of courage and strength controlled his body, he rushed out, dizzy, squinting his eyes to endure the soreness brought by the glare, he put his whole weight against the door, and bathed his slender body under the light.

The light must never leave.

Did the 'friend' leave?

When the 'friend' leaves, the Illuminati goes with him.

Please, don't go.

Please leave the light to me, please.Don't leave me alone in the dark anymore, please.

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