Sato had never seen anything like this before, he had no idea why the mouse on his family's computer would move on its own.
At this moment, he even found it a bit amusing. Could it be some kind of program malfunction on the computer itself?
He didn't take it too seriously, just watched with curiosity as the mouse performed its actions.
Then, he quickly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
The mouse was operating at an extremely fast speed, quickly downloading multiple data packets from the internet.
Then the data packets were unpacked, revealing a bunch of various small programs.
Following that, these small programs began to self-organize and execute their respective operations.
Some were rapidly browsing data on the computer, some were using Sato's account to log into various platforms, starting to publish some photos, along with apologetic letters filled with regret.
The content of the apology letters was: "I'm sorry, fans, and everyone in the industry who had expectations of me. Due to my inner turmoil, I must publicize the various sins I have committed, as well as reveal the mistakes made by some of my teammates, hoping to gain your forgiveness and find peace of mind."
As for those photos, they were all things that absolutely could not be made public. Even one of those photos could ruin Sato completely.
And that's not all, besides himself, there were many scandalous photos of his club teammates in these photos, or even other club members, including taboo things like underground gambling dens.
Many athletes were seen watching matches together in underground gambling dens, and then engaging in transactions with each other.
At this moment, Sato widened his eyes in disbelief, looking at the computer.
If he unplugged the power directly now, everything could still be salvaged because these emails hadn't been sent out yet.
But now, he simply couldn't remember this.
In today's world, with the rise of the internet, there were also discussions about internet virus intrusion.
However, it was really rare for ordinary people to encounter such things. Most of them encountered malicious programs that caused their home computers to freeze and crash, and there were hardly any advanced programs forcibly taking control of their computers like this.
"Bastard! Bastard! Give me back the mouse!"
Sato was angry. He grabbed the mouse in a frenzy and then forcefully pulled the mouse's cord, breaking it.
However, this action was ineffective, as the mouse in the computer continued to operate.
The emails were sent out at lightning speed, and at the same time, another program was rapidly searching his personal computer.
Soon, this program found several videos on his personal computer.
When he saw the names of those videos, his brain seemed to explode as if everything had disappeared.
"No! No!"
Those videos were his sick pleasures, things he had done in the past, and also his collection.
To preserve these things, he deliberately changed the file names and hid them in dozens of layers of folders, thinking that no one would discover them, and no one would think that his computer would have these things.
But...
With just one search program, these things were all exposed.
This was something he completely didn't know.
The mouse opened one of the videos, and as soon as he heard the sound, it closed in one second.
Then the mouse paused for a few seconds, and then a typing area appeared on the screen.
"Thank you for providing me with quality material. I will make you suffer, trash, scum. How dare you slander electronic games?"
Data transmission in progress.
Until this moment, he was scared. He roared loudly, "Who are you? Bastard! Who are you?"
But the mouse in the computer seemed not to hear such sounds, and the mouse seemed to continue searching through the entire contents of the computer.
Even if Sato were more perverted, he wouldn't keep too much of these things.
"Oh, right! Power!"
Until this moment, Sato suddenly remembered the power. He rushed to the socket and violently unplugged everything, finally shutting down the computer completely.
Looking at the dark screen, he felt a little lost.
It's too late...
Meanwhile, in a dark room somewhere, a server was slowly stopping its high-speed operation, and the temperature in the room was gradually decreasing.
Tsukino Aya stared at the screen with a look of disgust.
Although Sato had shut down the computer, her goal had basically been achieved. She even managed to grab a complete video clip.
Although it was regrettable that not all of them were obtained, just one was actually enough.
Right now, she just felt that these athletes were really despicable.
Before, she had found some dirt on some athletes in secret corners.
These dirty secrets were enough to ruin their careers.
Some were gambling in groups, some were secretly attacking each other, and various other despicable behaviors, too numerous to count.
It could be said that almost all the dirty tricks seen in the Super Baseball League Blood Alliance game were here.
However, behaviors like making faces on the field or mocking each other didn't actually happen.
They weren't dumb enough to do such things in front of a live television audience.
In terms of professionalism, this game might not be good.
But in terms of realism, is there a game more realistic than this?
Tsukino Aya felt that maybe the creator of this baseball game, Takayuki, had something in mind.
Could Takayuki also have been a baseball fan who, because of some incident, became a baseball hater, and then developed this game?
Actually, Tsukino Aya felt that this new baseball game was much more interesting than before.
It added a lot of entertaining elements, allowing even those who were not interested in baseball to enjoy it.
In terms of gameplay, Takayuki had mastered it quite accurately.
Takayuki could have gone further, like adding some data enhancements, making the whole game look more like a role-playing game. In that case, it would definitely be more popular.
But that would be a bit degrading, with a suspicion of fleecing. At present, Takayuki had a certain social status, and was beginning to be praised by players. He couldn't just make some weird games as he pleased, otherwise it would greatly affect his social status.
This social status wasn't easy to build up.
Tsukino Aya realized that there was still a lot of knowledge waiting for her to learn from Takayuki. She had to keep a close eye on him and try to squeeze out all the electronic game knowledge from his brain.
As for the video clip she just obtained, Tsukino Aya casually sent it to the internet using an overseas hidden IP address, and then she could quietly wait for the event to unfold.
In fact, it didn't even need to unfold. In just half a day, just like the last scandal on TV, fans, TV viewers, and gossipers were all shocked.
This gossip... was super big!
If only one person's scandals were exposed, at most, that person would be ruined.
But unfortunately, this person exposed many teammates and athletes from other leagues together.
The actions of these players varied in scale.
Some were so egregious that the public would be furious enough to drown them in saliva, while others were relatively minor, such as group fights.
This wasn't the key issue; the key was that the behavior of these athletes immediately made the entire baseball league a target.
On the day the scandal broke out, the owner of the luxury apartment where Sato lived almost immediately ordered him to leave.
Even if it meant breaching the contract, they would never let Sato stay here another day.
Because it was simply shameful.
The residents of this luxury apartment were mostly from the upper-middle class.
Their overall quality was high, and each one cherished their reputation.
If a scandalous person lived in their building, they would absolutely not accept it.
And when Sato was just being kicked out of the apartment, he was still somewhat bewildered.
He took out his phone intending to call his agent.
"Sato, don't do anything now. Find a place to hide where no one can find you immediately. Make sure no one can find you! Otherwise, you're done for! And don't contact me anymore. I can't save you because you've angered the entire league."
"Wait, Mr. Kuroyama, I didn't do those things. Those things were done by my computer. My computer suddenly started moving on its own and then released a bunch of data. I haven't even seen those things myself, so how could I release them?"
"It's no use arguing now. I'm just giving you my final advice. Alright, our relationship ends here. This is my unilateral termination of our contract, I'm very sorry, Sato."
If it was just Sato revealing some past scandals like dating multiple women at the same time and rumors of drug use, his agent could still find a way to handle the situation. After all, it's their professional duty to clean up after their employers.
But he never expected Sato to expose dirty deeds of many players from other leagues.
This really aroused public outrage, and his agent couldn't handle the pressure. Severing ties with Sato directly was the most sensible decision.
He could remind Sato to find a place to hide, which was the extent of his obligation.
As for whether Sato would listen, that was beyond his control.
And that thing about his computer being controlled, who would believe that in this situation?
Even if it were true, his future would still be completely ruined.
There was no future in continuing to develop with such a person.
If he were a star who had been famous for many years, it would be different; there would still be some residual value to utilize. But he was just a budding star.
Beep.
The call was hung up directly.
At the same time, to prevent Sato from calling again, Kuroyama directly pulled the SIM card from his phone and decisively broke it and threw it away on the roadside.
Now it was really every man for himself.
Sato, carrying his personal belongings and necessities, stood at the entrance of the apartment, lost in thought.
He was still too young after all, and he became famous too quickly, leaving him with little time to experience the cruelty of society.
Now he hadn't fully realized the severity of the situation yet. If he were a bit smarter, he would immediately find a place to hide.
At least avoid the limelight for a while.
But all he could do now was to stare blankly.
Soon, passersby noticed Sato's strange behavior. They looked closely and realized it was Sato?
Once people noticed Sato, they immediately approached curiously, wanting to take a good look at this guy who had just been exposed for many dirty deeds.
For a moment, the entrance of the apartment was crowded, and the journalists, smelling blood, rushed over, big and small microphones directly thrust into Sato's face, hoping he would respond.
Only now did Sato finally feel panic. He dropped everything and ran away. As an athlete with a strong physique, no one could stop him from fleeing, and he quickly disappeared from sight.
Meanwhile, on the internet, this matter could not be concealed at all.
"Major shock, baseball world suffers a major blow, multiple players will face various criminal charges."
"Multiple players suspected of collusion, match-fixing, and making huge profits."
"Our newspaper has dug up more inside information, many players have been involved in secretly attacking competitors."
"I never thought those baseball stars would be like this, their images have completely collapsed."
Takayuki looked at the news on the internet and just thought that those people had brought it upon themselves.
If they were really clean, with no dirt on them, he wouldn't be able to retaliate even if he wanted to.
But since these guys had dirty secrets and even planned to attack his game, he couldn't be blamed.
At this moment, a pop-up window appeared on his computer screen.
"Remember our agreement, I will wait for your reward in three months."
Takayuki quickly typed a response: "Don't worry, I will definitely create a new game that satisfies you enough. By then, it can run directly on the computer without any game console."
"I'm looking forward to it."
The pop-up disappeared as if it had never existed.
Takayuki immediately called Matsubashi in.
"I asked you to find the navy, did you find them? Make sure to suppress these athletes for me, not one should be spared."
The athletes Takayuki referred to were all those who had spoken ill of his game in TV interviews.
Last time, he actually showed some restraint to a certain extent and didn't pursue anything, mainly because he wanted to focus on making the game.
But this time, he realized that the TV stations were never satisfied; if he didn't react, there would be a third and fourth time.
That would just waste more time.
This time, he would let the TV stations know that he wasn't someone to mess with.
Matsubashi nodded and asked, "Is there anything else you want me to do?"
Takayuki thought for a moment and then said, "Limit the attacks to the four TV stations and those few baseball players. Don't expand it to the entire baseball industry. After all, we still need to make money from baseball games in the future. Also, contact Tokyo TV station and tell them: your chance for rise is coming, seize it."
Matsubashi nodded and left. Takayuki took out his notebook and crossed out one name after another.
In this world, there were always things that one had to do.
If you didn't do them, they would treat you like a pushover and keep attacking you.
Especially in Japan, this slightly distorted society couldn't afford weakness.
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