My Dreamy Old Husband

Even though he was away, Michael still paid close attention to Sophia and her company.

He had to admit that Stanley’s game, Soul of Sniper, was a pretty fun game. Whenever he had free time after filming, he would play it. Pretty soon, he watched as the game expanded and its player base grew. The game ranked higher and higher on the charts, and the in-game experience improved. In fact, it was a miracle that such a ragtag team had made it.

The gaming company’s initial investment had been sizable; the powerful servers themselves were already a huge investment. However, their monthly profit was substantial since the game had taken off running, and it was bound to increase even more in the future. He had a feeling that this game would become a classic in gaming history.

However, Michael was unable to log into the game when he started it up a few days later. He wasn’t the only one; everyone around him wasn’t able to log in, so he quickly phoned up Stanley.

After he hung up the call, Michael took a look at the time. It was currently 8.00 PM, which was the game’s peak hour. However, such an incident would definitely have a great impact on the players’ enthusiasm for the game.

The company’s employees must be working overtime since the players were unable to enter the game. Michael wanted to call Sophia and ask about it, but he was also worried that he would end up bothering her while she worked. Hence, all he could do was to silently follow the news.

After a night’s worth of emergency repairs, the servers were finally back to normal. Players could log in again, but a lot of in-game data had been lost.

thing Michael noticed was that all of his account’s in-game currency had been lost. He had poured in a lot of money into the game too, having spent hundreds of

many famous players had their accounts altered. Their equipment

his lost equipment had been

games too. It had plenty of equipment from various games up for grabs, just like an actual black market in real life.

about expanding the game overseas. There hadn’t been any local shooter games worth playing prior to Soul of Sniper’s arrival; all they had were a bunch of knockoffs aping internationally renowned shooters. Those games were constantly criticized, and the graphics and combat fluidity couldn’t be compared at all. Now that Soul of Sniper was born, it filled in this gap in the market, attracting hordes of

in the industry, making them enemies. Now that Soul of Sniper had been dealt a bad blow, those industry players kept striking them while they were weak. Soon, scores of accounts—some actual, some paid—popped up

strong. Every day, more bad news surfaced; rumors and slander spread everywhere. For the new game made by a new team, it was definitely a bad

his own player base’s equipment and brazenly selling them was practically

sections. Those entertainment news outlets ran like clockwork; if Michael wasn’t supposedly starting brawls in clubs, he was picking up girls; if he wasn’t, he was

appear moments later. There’d also be another article about famed esports players and livestreamers accusing Soul of Sniper of shady behind-the-scenes dealings. There would also be reports of supposedly famous people threatening to reveal the truth anonymously. In just one night,

news. Just as he was about to make a phone call, he heard sounds of someone sobbing from Harry’s room. He went over to take a look

He broke the CCTVs, and he’s also the one who altered the data. We’ve already reported this to the police. However, it’s no use now; the players won’t believe us at all! We didn’t know that the jerk would sell our latest game to someone else after we poured so much effort into developing it, not to