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Reborn in the Golden Age of Gaming: I Became the Prince of Sega

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A veteran gamer was so infuriated by Nintendo's baffling decisions after watching the Switch 2's Nintendo Direct that he went on a long rant. Thinking about how every console company in history, after a massive success, always seems to botch the next generation, he proceeded to roast each one by name. He woke up from his tirade to find he had been reincarnated in 1985 as the son of Hayao Nakayama, the head of Sega. After trashing console companies, he was reborn into the very one that would later abandon the console market—and as its heir, no less! It just goes to show that what goes around comes around; he complained, and now he has to put his money where his mouth is. Let's see how he shakes up the industry during this golden age of gaming! This is a translation Raw: 重生遊戲黃金時代:我成世嘉太子
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