After leaving Stark Industries, a convoy of box trucks arrived that afternoon, automatically delivering the servers to the company's headquarters.
"CrossFire" still required at least a week of preparation.
That, however, was entirely Riva's domain. She was no longer just a modeler—her technical and operational skills had already reached an outstanding level.
Xu Dan, meanwhile, was busy with other matters within the company.
If he truly wanted to usher in the era of virtual holographic online gaming, he needed to reorganize the company. It could no longer be limited to the game industry alone.
In his plan, the first branch would be a biotechnology division led by Banner. Banner would oversee the development of virtual-reality game helmets and recruit a team of professionals. With Antarctica's current reputation, attracting talent—even for a new branch—would be easy.
The second branch would be a hardware technology department. At the moment, Xu Dan had to run to the Stark Building every time he needed something from Tony. He had already said that a successful company must be largely self-sufficient. Hardware was the Antarctic Game Company's greatest weakness. So establishing this department was absolutely necessary.
During one of their earlier conversations, Tony had even promised to provide some technical support to help Antarctica get the new division off the ground.
A week was more than enough time for Xu Dan to make enormous progress.
The branch required a large investment—mostly money. Fortunately, Antarctic Game Company was developing rapidly, generating revenue at a world-class pace. Before long, Antarctic Biotechnology Company was officially founded.
Almost simultaneously, "CrossFire" launched its official operations.
The impact was enormous.
The earlier "wish post" immediately shot to the top of the forum.
The hostile comments, the insults, all the abuse—none of that dared show its face anymore.
Everything had been drowned beneath messages like "God-tier 666!", "Xu Dan's father please marry me!", and "The Father of E-Sports!"
The original poster—the landlord—was so excited she could barely contain herself.
She was actually a middle-school student. And a girl.
No one knew how she endured everything she had gone through. How strong could a middle-schooler's mind truly be?
She had merely made a post online, yet countless strangers had viciously attacked her without restraint.
Cyberbullying sounds like nothing… until it happens to you. Then you understand why it is called "violence."
Ever since the incident, her grades had plummeted. During mock exams she couldn't focus, and in class she huddled in corners, staring out the window, terrified of interacting with anyone.
She feared that someone might discover she was the poster.
If people at school knew… how many fingers would point at her? How many voices would scold her?
Fortunately, Xu Dan noticed her plight. After enduring the storm, she finally saw a rainbow.
Xu Dan had stepped forward, defending a girl he'd never even met.
Tears streamed down her face as she typed a post.
"Thank you, Father Xu Dan!"
Just six simple words. Because she feared making another mistake, she checked those words more than twenty times before posting.
One could see how deeply the online abuse had scarred her.
After posting, she immediately closed the forum. Then she turned to the newly downloaded game, unable to restrain her excitement as she double-clicked the icon.
A window popped up on her computer screen—the iconic CrossFire launcher.
The login bar required her Antarctic Games universal account.
Soon, she entered the CrossFire main page.
A shooter like CrossFire could never have the sweeping fantasy style of an MMORPG like World of Warcraft. But even so, the visuals were stunning. Cool, metallic, minimalistic—straightforward and powerful.
Ten thousand times better than any low-budget shooter on the market.
She browsed curiously, her eyes sliding across the options.
"Transport Ship, Overwatch City, Desert Ashes, Biohazard Pyramid? These are… maps?"
She didn't rush to start a match. Instead, she explored the interface, eager to see what surprises her wishlist had brought to life.
Then she noticed a door-shaped button at the top of the screen. She clicked it instinctively.
It felt like opening the door to a new world.
Campaign Mode, Crisis Survival Mode, PUBG Mode…
These modes weren't simple text buttons—each was displayed as a gray rectangle. No matter how she clicked them, they didn't respond.
Then, after hovering over one of the maps for more than three seconds, a line of text appeared:
"Stay tuned."
Even without the message, she was already overflowing with anticipation.
This must be the surprise her wishlist had earned her.
Returning to the main interface, she casually selected Transport Ship.
In the classic Transport map, two teams compete as Terrorists and Counter-Terrorists.
She was assigned to the Terrorist side.
The moment the loading bar hit 100%, she froze.
She forgot to move. Her fingers slipped, nearly dropping her gun—if such a thing were possible in-game.
The scene was too real.
It felt like she had been transported onto a real cargo vessel.
A near-perfect reproduction—almost 99% realism.
Xu Dan's Transport Ship was nothing like the old CrossFire map. This one felt authentic, as though players had actually stepped aboard a ship.
The hull swayed gently with the waves.
The cabin ahead looked real enough to touch.
She moved her mouse, pressed W, and walked toward the interior. Every instrument panel was an actual, functioning display.
"This… this is insane. What Father Xu Dan gave me wasn't a wish—it was a dream!"
In amazement, she noticed she was holding a black M16.
The M16 was one of her favorite rifles.
In most shooters she had played, clueless players always swarmed to the AK47 because of its popularity, even though they couldn't control its recoil and ended up awkwardly tapping shots instead of spraying properly.
She clicked her left mouse button lightly.
"Bang!"
The gunshot sounded indistinguishable from reality.
On the wall where she fired, a crisp bullet hole appeared—embedded perfectly at the center of her aim point.
Every detail was clear. At this point, Antarctica's game visuals had made "high quality" feel like a basic expectation.
Yet it was a quality that other companies couldn't even approach.
She had played many shooters before, but they were either cheap 2D layouts or badly modeled games with laughable ballistics—straight-line bullets, black-dot impacts.
Boring.
CrossFire was on an entirely different level.
A true multiplayer online shooter.
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