“A simulated driving journey to contemplate life... Hmm, yes, I really am reflecting on life. This description didn’t lie to me at all...”

“So, it turns out this game is just full of malice!”

“The company that developed this game is called Tengda Network Technology Co., Ltd. Never heard of it. Seems like this is their only game.”

“Tsk...”

After finishing his instant noodles, William Clark picked up the controller again.

But this time, he opened his video recording software, ready to record his entire gameplay.

……

Three hours later.

William Clark’s focus slipped a little, he missed a turn, the car got stuck in the sand, and the game was over.

“Ah!”

“Damn, damn, damn, damn...!!!”

William Clark almost smashed the controller on the table in anger—three hours!

A whole three hours doing nothing but driving in the desert, only for the “Game Over” on the screen to mercilessly announce his failure.

Three precious hours of his life, just gone like that. Other than wasting electricity, he hadn’t created any value at all.

And the recorded video was useless too—three hours of footage, and only the last few seconds could be used, maybe clipped into a fail compilation.

William Clark tossed the controller onto the computer desk and stood up to calm himself down.

He didn’t smash the controller—because he was broke.

After all, a controller costs over two hundred, and if he broke it, William Clark would be heartbroken.

“Hoo...”

“Calm down.”

“This is all for work.”

“Great, this game has successfully triggered my anger. For a trash game, that’s actually a very good trait.”

William Clark quickly regained his composure.

As a content creator who specializes in roasting bad games, he’d seen it all. This kind of minor setback should be nothing for him.

But William Clark also realized that beating this game wasn’t going to be easy.

It was a challenge!

So, William Clark called to order some takeout.

Luckily, the game ended early. If it had gone on any longer, the delivery wouldn’t have been available.

Taking advantage of the break, William Clark lay on his bed and took a nap to recharge.

After waking up and eating, William Clark placed a big glass of water on the table, ready for a long battle.

He was starting to get the hang of this game.

Is the game difficult? Not at all.

Anyone with hands can beat it—no exaggeration.

No sharp turns, no cop cars rushing in to mess with you, not even any speed requirements for the player.

The only challenge is time!

He hadn’t finished the course in three hours, and who knows how much farther it goes.

Players, wanting to finish faster, will instinctively speed up and drive at top speed, but that requires intense focus. Otherwise, you might not turn in time when a curve comes up.

If you go off the track, you have to start all over again.

If you want to play it safe, you have to drive slower, but that just makes the game take even longer.

“This is a total rip-off, seriously!”

William Clark felt his urge to challenge and to roast the game rising higher than ever.

If he could make a roast video about this game, just the title alone would attract tons of clicks!

Gritting his teeth, William Clark dove back into the game.

……

Over eight hours later.

Late at night.

“Holy crap!”

“I beat it, I beat it, I actually freaking beat it!”

William Clark almost wanted to cry—he finally saw the finish line!

It was just a very ordinary finish line, probably a generic art asset used in many racing games, but to William Clark at this moment, that black-and-white checkered line on the ground felt so dear.

He was practically moved to tears!

He stood up from his computer chair, holding the controller.

His back ached, his hands were cramping, and his eyes, strained from staying up so late, could barely stay open.

But—eight whole hours, and he made it!

It was all worth it!

William Clark was moved by himself—what kind of spirit was this!

The moment he crossed the finish line, William Clark felt like he was possessed by the god of racing!

Right now, he was the coolest guy on the track.

But right after, the screen went black, and a line of text appeared.

“Congratulations, you have successfully wasted eight precious hours of your life!”

Chapter 6: How could there be thousands of downloads?!

William Clark was dumbfounded.

That’s it?

That’s the ending?

Just one line of text for beating the game?

At least give me a trophy! Or a podium!

If you don’t have those art assets, at least give me a cheering sound effect!

How much could a cheering sound effect possibly cost you? Do you have to be this stingy?!

Eight hours to beat the game, and all I get is a black screen and a single mocking sentence!!!

William Clark felt like he couldn’t take it anymore—physically or mentally.

He was really into it, really so mad at this game he wanted to cry!

But, even though he was breaking down, even though he was furious, deep down William Clark still felt a tiny bit of comfort, a little... relief?