Chapter 392 - 273: Zog’s Special Cloud Internet Cafe 2

Chapter 392: Chapter 273: Zog’s Special Cloud Internet Cafe 2

As soon as the Kara Headband was released, demand immediately outstripped supply, even though they had barely advertised it.

Relying on word of mouth alone, it attracted hundreds of thousands of buyers within a week.

Everyone knew the Zog Group had a magical device called a home console, but only a small handful of people could enjoy it.

There were always long lines for the consoles in the internet cafes, but now, there was finally a gadget that let you use a console at home.

It was a buying frenzy.

The problem with the explosive sales was that the Cloud Internet Cafe platform also started to have queues.

The home consoles in their inventory were now all running 24/7, but users often had to wait two or three hours just to connect to one.

In less than a month, they had gone from a capacity surplus to a capacity shortage.

At the same time, the number of online users was also skyrocketing.

It broke the one million mark and was heading straight for ten million.

However, compared to Feilin’s population of over a hundred million and the as-yet-untapped overseas markets, there was still plenty of room for growth.

YouTube also saw the birth of its first mega-influencer with a million subscribers: Handmade Stone.

And that was a solid million subscribers, with no inflated numbers.

More and more people were choosing to make videos, and you didn’t need your own computer to become a video creator.

Yuno had designed special Magical Instruments for uploading videos, which could upload recordings to a designated account’s backend.

Then, you just had to buy a headband and edit your videos in the Cloud Internet Cafe.

Although it was still a hassle and not yet at the point where anyone could just film with a phone, the barrier to entry was much lower than before.

The income from making videos rose accordingly, and the profession of "professional influencer" began to emerge.

Anyone would be envious of the advertising fees, which amounted to many Gold Coins each month.

Leon’s teammates, for example.

"Come on, teach me! How exactly do you make your videos?"

War King pestered Leon.

The Sons of the Twin Cities Team’s vacation was over, and all the members were back at the villa.

However, the pressure of preparing for their next competition wasn’t too heavy yet, so Leon still had free time to make videos.

His hand injury had also healed. Now that Leon was back in top form, his videos featured more flashy plays like one-on-twos and one-on-threes.

His subscriber count had successfully broken one hundred thousand, and the growth rate was accelerating. It had been less than two weeks since he’d hit one hundred thousand, and now he was about to reach two hundred thousand.

"You just film, then edit, do a voiceover, and upload it to your account. That’s it. I learned editing and voiceovers from tutorials in the knowledge section," Leon replied, scratching his head. "Oh, and you can record directly from the sandbox mode now, so you don’t have to film the screen with a camera like I used to."

"That’s not what I mean. I’m asking how you make videos that people actually want to watch." War King pointed to a small, shiny silver plaque on Leon’s desk shaped like a play button. It was the commemorative award from YouTube for breaking one hundred thousand subscribers.

There was a gold one for breaking a million, but so far, only Handmade Stone had received it.

War King continued, "I tried making my own video. It’s been uploaded for a whole day, and it doesn’t even have a thousand views yet. I only gained fifty subscribers."

War King felt the gap between him and Leon was growing wider and wider.

When they first joined the team, their salaries were the same. But after the last competition, Leon’s salary was now three times his, and on top of that, he had an account that was making who-knows-how-much money each month.

’We were supposed to be gaming addicts together. How could you go and secretly get rich?’

"Uh, how about I take a look at your video?"

"Sure."

War King pulled up the first video he had made for Leon.

It was clearly a complete imitation of Leon’s videos.

He even copied the one-handed play, deliberately using only one hand. His tone of voice and phrasing were very similar to Leon’s, including that strange accent he’d learned from a Dwarf commentator’s video.

Clearly, the audience wasn’t buying this pixel-for-pixel copy.

The video hadn’t even broken a thousand views, but it already had several hundred comments.

They were all Leon’s fans, because the video tags were identical, so it was recommended to the same audience.

Unlike Leon, the fans were not so kind. They went on the full attack, unleashing a storm of comments accusing him of being a shameless copycat.

Someone had even posted a "guide" in the comments: "Everyone, remember not to play the video. Hit pause, then hit the dislike button. That way you won’t contribute to this guy’s view count..."

That comment was even upvoted to the very top of the comments section.

Thankfully, War King hadn’t completely lost his mind and done the most irrational thing a video creator can do: get into an argument with people in the comments.

"Uh," Leon didn’t seem to mind that someone had imitated his video style. Instead, he offered War King some advice. "I might not be right about this, but when you’re making videos, a certain gimmick or style can probably only support one person. If you want people to watch, you have to do something different."

"Master Leon!" War King cried, grabbing onto Leon’s leg. "Please teach me! How do I make something different?"

"I don’t know either," Leon replied helplessly. "I just thought it would be fun to film that way, so I did. Why don’t you try filming your daily life?"

"My daily life?"

"I think one of the great things about the internet is that it lets people see what lives they wouldn’t normally encounter are like. The life of a professional gamer... maybe a lot of people would be curious about that," Leon said, a bit uncertain. "Besides, aren’t we receiving an award tonight? I’m sure a lot of people would be interested in that, too."

"That makes sense! Father!"

"You don’t have to go that far." Leon was completely thrown by War King’s sudden exclamation.