Video Game Tycoon in Tokyo-Chapter 758: A Moment for the History Books

Who could accept an imperfect ending?

No one could.

But imperfect endings often leave the deepest impressions.

Players had to admit that—even if the story wasn't perfect, it was still a great story, and a great game.

Still, many couldn't help feeling regret.

So when POD042 declared, "I cannot accept this ending," the emotions of the audience were stirred once again.

Just a single line was enough.

Almost in unison, players shouted that they couldn't accept it either!

POD042 and POD153 began to argue.

POD153 was clearly the logical one, explaining how all of this was inevitable.

But POD042 was more emotional, almost like an avatar of the players themselves. No matter the reason, it refused to accept the ending.

Then, POD153 finally hesitated.

It asked a question—not to POD042, but directly to the players in front of their screens:

"I can restore their data. But doing so is very dangerous. If it fails, their data—and even the entire system—could be lost forever. Even so... do you want to save them?"

On screen, a choice appeared:

Yes or No.

For the players and viewers, there was only one answer:

Yes.

"Yes yes yes!"

"I choose yes!"

Tears sparkled in the streamer girl's eyes. It was the hope she had longed for. Without hesitation, she selected Yes.

"Very well... then, do your best."

The screen went dark.

Then a moment later, the game restarted.

Cheers erupted from the players and viewers alike.

To outsiders watching them freak out, it must've looked insane.

They couldn't understand why these people were suddenly shouting at their screens.

But maybe one day, they would.

This is the power of video games—the kind that moves the soul.

The next section shifted to a top-down bullet hell mini-game.

Your task: dodge the endless barrage of projectiles coming your way.

Within seconds, the girl's avatar exploded.

But she didn't give up.

Try again.

Boom.

Try again.

Boom boom.

Try again.

Boom boom boom.

Each time, the overwhelming waves of bullets tore through her.

But she refused to quit.

She had to reach the true ending.

"Is this the end?"

A new message appeared on screen after a certain number of deaths.

The girl, teary-eyed, whispered, "Not yet."

"That's right! Not yet! You got this, streamer!"

"I NEED to play this game! Where can I get it?!"

Even viewers who weren't previously interested were now completely hooked.

It was a battle fueled by hope.

Even if you fail a hundred times—as long as you win once, that's enough.

She chose to continue.

"Is it all meaningless?"

"Of course not! This means everything!"

By now, she had been at it for over thirty minutes.

She was completely focused.

This was just a repetitive bullet-dodging section, but she didn't feel bored at all.

"Do you think this is just a game?"

Another line appeared as her death count increased.

A question not just for her—but for every player watching.

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Is this just a game?

No. This was more than that.

This was a fight for hope.

"So I won't give up!" she cried, starting over again.

"Is the world meaningless?"

"No! As long as 2B, 9S, and A2 have a chance to live—it's meaningful!"

The bullets never stopped.

No matter how she dodged or fought, it seemed impossible.

She was exhausted.

After nearly an hour, her brain was hitting its limit.

It was probably time to quit.

But she couldn't bring herself to.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

She had never been this determined.

But the enemy was just too strong.

The barrage was relentless—it felt utterly hopeless.

"Is this the end?"

The same question returned.

She was numb.

But still, she clicked Yes to continue.

And then something changed.

Instead of restarting the fight, a new message appeared.

"You have received assistance from 'SonyRules.' Do you wish to accept the help?"

A name—SonyRules—flashed on screen.

"Help? SonyRules? That sounds familiar..."

"Wait... isn't that the guy who posted the Save/Load trick?"

"How can a single-player game show names from other players?!"

"Gamestar Entertainment has the tech to integrate online data like this. But why go to such lengths?"

"Let's try it! Accept the help!"

The girl accepted the support.

She would never forget what came next.

A circle of support units bearing the name SonyRules surrounded her avatar.

The barrage now seemed manageable. The support units helped fire back.

"Holy crap! Actual support?! There's hope! There's a chance to save 2B!"

The stream exploded with excitement.

The girl's eyes lit up again. She picked up her controller, determined to keep going.

After a few seconds, SonyRules's unit was destroyed.

Then, another pop-up:

"You've received help from 'MicroSoftBro.' Accept?"

"Accept!"

More support appeared.

"Is this... infinite support?!"

One after another, new names kept showing up:

DSLRBrokeMyBank

HeadphonesRuinedMyLife

NintendoIsGod

Each one offered protection before falling in battle.

The support felt unstoppable.

"This is insane... I'm speechless."

Finally, the boss fell in a blinding explosion.

The ending had changed.

2B and 9S were rescued by the two POD units.

Even A2 appeared to have survived.

The story had finally ended.

"The perfect ending! It really exists!"

Players and viewers alike began crying tears of joy.

Even people who hadn't cried in years wept.

This battle was just too intense.

But the reward was pure hope.

Though the scene ended with the PODs beside the fallen bodies of 2B and 9S...

And though the conclusion remained open-ended...

Everyone felt satisfied.

Then, one last question appeared:

"Would you like to help others?"

Help the weak?

The girl thought of the players who had supported her—the names she had seen.

Were they people who had chosen to help?

"But helping others means your data may be deleted. Your save... gone."

She paused.

That save was everything—hours of effort, pain, and joy.

Could she give it up?

She thought again of those who had helped her.

Then she smiled.

Tears fell again—tears of happiness.

She made her decision.

Yes. I will help others.

Even if it meant losing everything.

And with that, a moment worthy of history was born.