Chapter 1: Chapter One: Do People in This World Not Like 2D Anime?

Blood pressure normal!

Heart rate normal!

Bones normal! Minor abrasion on the calf!

The young nurse finished recording the clinical data, glanced at Qin Xiaoyu lying silently on the bed, and couldn’t help teasing him:

"What the hell! He was thrown over ten meters by a car, unconscious for four days, and yet he’s barely hurt—I’ve been a nurse for years and never seen anything like this… wow, a medical miracle!"

Qin Xiaoyu acted as if he hadn’t heard a word, still staring blankly at the ceiling above him, frozen like a statue.

At this moment.

He was pondering a deeply philosophical and profoundly serious question.

Who am I!

Where am I!

What the hell am I doing?!

In fact.

It was no wonder he felt so lost.

The scene before him—even without asking—was clearly an orthopedic ward in a hospital.

Yet he remembered clearly that before losing consciousness, he had been pulling an all-nighter designing a new character.

So what the hell was going on?

Just as Qin Xiaoyu was utterly confused, a flood of unfamiliar memories suddenly appeared in his mind.

The next second.

He seemed to suddenly understand what had happened.

That’s right!

He had become one of the countless transmigrators, a “glorious” transmigrant.

But… why him?

Logically speaking, shouldn’t a transmigrant have traits like green horns, dead parents, and a bankrupt family?

He had none of those, OK?

Qin Xiaoyu was young, already a designer at a renowned game company, entrusted with major responsibilities—perhaps even destined to become lead designer in a few years.

His future was bright as day!

Such a great opportunity as transmigration should’ve gone to someone who needed it more!

This heartfelt complaint, of course, received no response whatsoever.

Helplessly.

Qin Xiaoyu reluctantly set aside his complaints and began carefully sorting through the new identity’s information.

As most transmigration novels described.

The original owner of this body shared his exact name.

Also a recent graduate of a top university.

Unlike most golden boys.

After graduation, the original owner hadn’t followed most of his classmates into a big internet firm to become a miserable 007 office slave.

Instead.

Driven by passion and supported by two best friends, he had plunged into the game design industry.

The three of them used their savings from university days, plus a bit borrowed from friends, to start a tiny game studio.

But ideals are always plump, while reality is often bony.

The game environment in this parallel world was nearly identical to the Earth of Qin Xiaoyu’s past life.

The original owner and his two friends had managed to create a few decent little games.

But being able to design a game was one thing; making it profitable was another.

Lacking funds, they couldn’t afford large-scale promotion or distribution.

The outcome was obvious.

Although the studio had operated for over a year, after deducting necessary expenses, the money each of them received monthly barely covered basic living costs.

Beyond these key details, the rest were trivial memories.

For example.

The original owner had grown up in an orphanage.

A month before Qin Xiaoyu’s arrival, his girlfriend had broken up with him and left the city, calling him too poor.

Of course.

These matters meant nothing to Qin Xiaoyu.

“Stay for observation this morning. If no abnormalities, you can check out this afternoon!”

Seeing Qin Xiaoyu wasn’t responding, the white-clad nurse dropped those words and turned to leave the ward.

After she left, Qin Xiaoyu’s thoughts returned to reality.

Since he was here now, he probably couldn’t go back—so he’d better plan his life carefully.

But after thinking long and hard.

Qin Xiaoyu sadly realized.

He was good at nothing except game design—and maybe his looks were a bit overpowered, and one part of his body had some… unusual advantages.

He was just an utterly ordinary person.

After checking thoroughly, he found he didn’t even have the mandatory transmigrant perk—a golden hand.

That was enough to make his head hurt!

Though he had no golden hand, no system, no external cheats, Qin Xiaoyu didn’t feel too disappointed after thinking it over.

After all.

With his past-life game design talent and experience.

Thriving in this parallel world probably wouldn’t be hard at all.

Thinking of this,

A faint smile appeared on his face as he reached for the phone on the bedside table.

He began browsing game forums and various game publishing platforms.

About half an hour later.

A strange expression suddenly appeared on Qin Xiaoyu’s face.

A hint of confusion, mixed with excitement.

The reason for this odd expression was simple.

In the past half hour,

He had browsed seven or eight game forums and several major portals.

Yet.

He was astonished to find that the game industry in this world was nearly identical to Earth in his past life—genres were equally diverse.

Popular games like battle royales, Honor of Kings, and League of Legends had all already been released.

But the 2D anime game market seemed to be missing entirely.

Not that there were none at all.

The few 2D anime games he found had abysmal ratings and barely any reviewers.

“Do people in this world not like 2D anime culture?”

Muttering to himself, Qin Xiaoyu began carefully studying those few 2D anime games.

Quickly,

He found the problem.

It wasn’t that people in this world disliked 2D anime games—it was that these games were terribly made.

Character models, graphics, all a mess; the main storyline and core gameplay? Nonexistent!

It was practically screaming to players: “This is a money-grabbing trash game!”

Come play if you’re a sucker!

Qin Xiaoyu couldn’t immediately figure out why this situation had arisen.

But it didn’t matter.

What mattered was he now knew his next direction.

If he just directly ported over some famous 2D anime games from his past Earth, wouldn’t he instantly take off?

Moreover,

Compared to others, he had a natural advantage.

In his past life, though not a founding member of the MHY team, he had quickly become a core member of the Genshin Impact project through hard work and exceptional talent.

So,

Replicating a Genshin Impact in this alien world, given some time, didn’t seem difficult at all.

Thinking of this, Qin Xiaoyu excitedly sat up in bed.

It was this movement

That suddenly sent a sharp pain through his body—as if something hard had poked him…

"Fuck! Could it be I forgot to pull out the needle?"