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Before starting the development, Evan had, of course, thoroughly researched the game distribution models of this world.
Currently, the game sales model in this world is familiar to him, yet also a bit strange.
In his previous life, Evan had heard an interesting anecdote about a Chinese exchange student in Spain who taught a local Spanish middle schooler how to log into certain Eastern websites and find resources there.
Subsequently, this middle schooler quickly became a popular figure in their school, with countless peers asking him how to access the mysterious Eastern websites to download free games.
The veracity of the anecdote is debatable, but one point it made was correct: piracy is endless.
Publishers, in the past, present, and foreseeable future, are destined to engage in an unending battle with pirates.
This world is no different. Thanks to copyright protection that is far better than in his previous world, the entertainment and gaming industry here has been able to develop.
However, they still use a one-time sale model involving activation codes:
Players download the official legitimate game for free from the official website, then pay on the website to purchase an activation code.
Once successfully activated, the game belongs to you, though changing computers or accounts requires re-activation.
It's cumbersome, but effective, yet in Evan's eyes, it's already an outdated method.
In fact, if Evan were to judge the most outstanding game person of the 21st century in his previous life, a certain G-named man who wouldn't count to three would be ranked first by Evan.
His admiration for him wasn't because he made great games, but purely because he maximized the solution to the fundamental problem of legitimate versus pirated copies.
Before his Steam Platform, the relationship between single-player game users and developers/operators was a one-time sale.
Every developer had to meticulously consider how to prevent piracy.
In that era, every developer basically invented their own unique methods, such as activation codes, phone activation, or requiring a legitimate disc to be inserted while playing, and so on.
It wasn't until the success of the Steam Platform that all developers learned a lesson: comprehensive service is the best way to prevent piracy.
Many of Evan's peers had experienced the difference.
With a so-called "cracked version," you'd wait for a download site's snail-like speed, then apply patch A, patch B, patch C, and then you'd have to remember that patch 1 must be applied after patch A, patch 2 cannot be applied before patch B, and so on and so forth.
Going through such a hassle to get a game almost extinguishes your interest in it.
And the legitimate version?
One-click installation, no bundles, lightning-fast download speeds, thoughtful, constant updates.
There are also cloud saves, online communities, and more, maximizing your gaming pleasure—this is the biggest advantage of legitimate copies.
So, what Evan needs now is such a platform.
Evan stretched, then lay directly on the open ground under the starry sky, reaching out to pull, and a waterfall of code appeared.
"This place is really convenient. I can generate code just by imagining it, no need to do it by hand.
Even though I've experienced it many times, it's truly amazing."
Evan exclaimed.
"Well, it's been a while since I've gone all out coding.
This time," Evan grinned, "let me go full throttle!"
At the Carter family's dinner time.
"Honey, go call Evan for dinner."
Frank, who was playing a game, reluctantly glanced at his creature and shut down his computer.
"The game Evan made is really good. Even an old man like me can understand how to play it."
"But didn't I tell him to set an alarm?
Could this kid be sleeping?"
Frank mumbled as he knocked on Evan's door.
"Dad?"
Inside the room, Evan was startled by his own voice when he spoke. It was dry and hoarse, as if he had been thirsty for three days in the desert.
Then, Evan felt an unbearable emptiness in his stomach, as if a hole had opened up.
Ham, roasted chicken, scrambled eggs, anything—just let me eat something now!
He tremblingly opened the door, and seeing Evan's pale face, Frank was startled, almost calling 911 directly.
Evan quickly stopped him, repeatedly explaining that he was truly just hungry and needed to be helped to the dining table.
Ten minutes later.
Watching Evan eat an entire chicken, five bowls of rice, two pork hocks, various vegetables, and three large bowls of soup by himself, Evan's father Frank and mother exchanged bewildered glances, completely at a loss.
They had both seen Evan return at noon, and he was perfectly normal then.
Yet, in just one afternoon, he seemed like a starving person reincarnated.
What was going on?
Meanwhile, Evan, devouring his meal at the table, inwardly sighed with relief.
He had tested the full power of the Reaper Server Space this time, and its capabilities were indeed unparalleled.
Code that would take a month of overtime in real life was completed in just three short hours within the Reaper Server Space.
Finishing a month's worth of an excellent programmer's work in three hours is undeniably powerful.
However, the consumption was also terrifying.
Evan himself felt his weight was a bit lighter than at noon, and his stomach was as empty as it could possibly be.
Evan estimated that if he maintained this state and pushed progress frantically, he could probably finish half a programmer's year of work in one day, but he would ultimately be completely drained to death by this server.
To be honest, if he hadn't remembered that he needed to come out for dinner, or else his mother would scold him, he wouldn't have taken the time to check.
Otherwise, he'd probably be in the ICU at the hospital right now.
Finishing the last piece of spareribs and the last sip of soup, Evan let out a satisfied burp. It felt so good to be alive again!
Facing his parents' myriad questions, Evan awkwardly explained:
"Didn't I miss you two so much?
Last month, I was already craving Mom's braised pork hocks.
Don't look at how much I'm eating. It's all because of the suffering I went through these past two months."
Then, Evan began a tearful performance, talking about working overtime with employees and eating instant noodles every day, and being constantly toasted at employee dinners, drinking more alcohol than water.
His mother, who doted on her son, listened with teary eyes and hugged Evan. "My poor child has suffered so much."
Evan secretly wiped a bead of sweat in his mother's arms. Successfully bluffed his way through.
After dinner, after dutifully helping his mother wash the dishes, Evan returned to the Reaper Server Space.
Looking at the newly risen, small, flickering star, and seeing the 3% progress on it, Evan smiled broadly with satisfaction:
Although this function cannot be used often, its power is truly invincible.
Three hours for 3%... doesn't that mean if I go all out for a hundred hours, this will be done?