Almighty Video Game Designer

Qin an was having a good time killing, but the other players were not.

Many players trembled in fear when they saw the kill notifications of JadEmp on their screens ...

"What's going on? this person seems to have killed more than a dozen people. Is he a F * cking god-like player??"

"That can't be. Didn't PlayerUnknown's Battleground say that there are no cheats?"

"F * ck, this name, and she's cosplaying an artificial intelligence??"

"I feel like he's definitely some mentally-twisted pervert!"

"Why hasn't his title been given? You've already killed so many people!"

The players all had their own questions, but because they were playing solo, they could not communicate with each other. They could only hide in the corner, afraid that they would bump into each other.

But in this way, the speed of the dead slowed down, and Qin an was even more satisfied with killing ...

The other players had gone into hiding, so the number of kills among the other players had decreased. The more people who made it into the final circle alive, the happier Qin an was.

Because ... The rest is mine!

[ 21 kills, 14 survived.]

The safe zone continued to shrink and eventually refreshed to the top of the hill.

Qin an's heart was practically blooming with joy. Normally, he would be worried to death if the circle refreshed on the mountain. The A.I.'S marksmanship was so crazy, and there was not much cover on the mountain. Winning the chicken dinner would all depend on luck. However, this match was different. There was a bug in the artificial intelligence. If the hilltop were to play in the final circle, wouldn't that make them live targets?

Qin an drove up the mountain. If he met anyone on the way, he would kill them without saying a word!

When he reached the top of the mountain, he pulled out his 98k with an 8x scope and killed!

Qin an did not count how many people he had killed. After all, the safe zone was only so big. He kept moving between the covers on the top of the hill, looking here and there. As long as he saw someone, he would headshot them with his 98k.

Two of them were wearing level-three Spetznaz helmets, but Qin an did not kill them with a single shot from his 98k. He immediately took out his SCAR and fired a few shots before killing them.

As for the others who wanted to fight back ... They couldn't touch Qin an at all.

Qin an had rolled away to avoid the more threatening enemies before they could even raise their guns. Even if he was occasionally hit by a few stray bullets, he would still be a good man after healing himself and recovering his health.

[Great luck! We'll have chicken dinner tonight!]

Another shot from the 98k was fired, and the image in his field of vision was frozen. The iconic line of text appeared in the striking position.

"Eh? You're done?" Qin an was still a little unsatisfied. That was it?

The white circle was quite big, and he had already killed all the people?

Looking at the kill count, it was 34!

The bullet screen exploded. A chicken dinner with 34 kills was a rare sight even in a fish pond game!

Let alone killing 34 players, it would be difficult for an ordinary person to find 34 players in the game ...

"F * ck, did Godfather Qin take drugs today? he got 34 kills and won the chicken dinner? I'm starting to doubt the authenticity of this world ..."

"I don't think the opponent in the deity suit is that strong today. There were a few times when I felt that Godfather Qin was going to die, but the opponent didn't hit him ..."

"Yeah, although it's fun to kill people, it seems that the opponent is indeed a little weak."

"Godfather Qin said it himself. I feel like there's a bug in the artificial intelligence. But I'm really happy to watch it."

"Master Qin, if you could kill like this every time, you would have become the Big Brother of the fish!"

"I was just tricked into coming in. What ghostly celestial costume? isn't this just a normal costume? I wanted to flame him, but 34 kills in the normal server is crazy enough. I'm following him!"

"That's right, it's not a celestial server ... Fish pond game, right?"

"Host, doesn't your conscience hurt when you put the three words 'deity suit' in the title?"

Qin an had just finished playing, so he didn't feel particularly happy. He felt like he had fallen before he could even exert his strength.

"Well, today's opponents are indeed weaker. I suspect that there's something wrong with the AI. Today's chicken dinner doesn't count. Let's wait for the AI's bug to be fixed before we eat again."

"Sigh, although it looks good to kill people like this, it's meaningless. If your opponents are so weak, what sense of achievement can you get by beating them up?"

"New viewers, this is really the deity server. However, there might be a bug in the deity server today. The artificial intelligence has become very weak. I don't know what's going on either."

"Alright, that's all for today's live broadcast. See you tomorrow at the same time."

When Qin Anlin left, the bullet screen was still filled with comments. He couldn't help but sigh. His live streaming career was thriving.

However, some of the new viewers kept saying,"this is not a celestial server, this is a normal server." This made Qin an very annoyed.

There had always been such comments before, but there seemed to be more today. Perhaps there was a bug in the artificial intelligence, so it made the celestial server look like a fish pond game.

Qin an didn't take it to heart. He went home as usual and uploaded the video while making instant noodles.

The video was directly uploaded to the pretentious website. The two videos were in 2p. One of them was a chicken dinner in the celestial server, and the other was a 34-kill chicken dinner in the celestial server with a bug.

Qin an's naming problem flared up again. He thought for a long time and typed the title of the video: "I won't open my deity suit to eat chicken!"

After thinking for a while, he added a note to the video's introduction: "The 1p is a normal game of PUBG in deity server. The 2p is a game of PUBG in deity server with a bug."

After he uploaded the video, no one replied or sent any comments. Qin an was already used to this. After closing the website, he no longer cared about this matter.

Qin an ate instant noodles as he continued to watch the live broadcast of the divines server.

"That's weird, why don't I feel like there's a bug in their deity suit? I'm the only one with a bug?"

Qin an scratched his head. The more he looked at it, the more puzzled he became. Other people's deity clothing seemed to be fine? The artificial intelligence was still so abnormal, her marksmanship was still so good, and the rhythm was still so fast.

Why did it seem like there was a bug in his deity suit, and all the artificial intelligence had collectively dropped?

"Maybe it's just that one match that's special. It should be back to normal tomorrow."

Qin an didn't think too much about it. In the afternoon, he watched some videos and felt sleepy, so he went to sleep.

……

At around 7 pm, Qin an woke up from hunger. He drank a glass of water and made a bowl of noodles.

He was still thinking about the video. When he opened the show site, he was instantly shocked.

"F * ck, my video is being recommended on the home page??"

Qin an was dumbfounded. Happiness had come too suddenly ...

At first, he didn't have much hope and thought that the video would be buried, but after a night's sleep, the video went viral! And it even made it to the front page of the game section!

The popularity was still rising!

In fact, with Qin an's ridiculous title, it was not surprising that the video was buried. However, there happened to be two small-time streamers in today's match. Many viewers had seen the match, and when it was posted on Tieba and forums, it instantly caused a heated discussion!

This post was seen by Qin an's fans again, and the fans directly posted the address of Qin an's live broadcast room and his account number. So, people in Tieba and forums followed the address and found the video that Qin an had just posted.

A lot of people didn't believe it at first. 34 kills in a chicken dinner? even if he was bragging, he had to make a draft, right?

In the end, it really was a 34 kill chicken dinner! The entire process was recorded from a first-person perspective!