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Crunchyroll agrega Tengami, un juego de rompecabezas con cuentos japoneses que imita un libro emergente

Autor : Carter Actualizar : Feb 20,2025

Crunchyroll agrega Tengami, un juego de rompecabezas con cuentos japoneses que imita un libro emergente

La bóveda del juego de Crunchyroll ahora presenta al Tengami, un cautivador juego de rompecabezas que combina la estética del anime con el juego inspirado en el origami. Este título único ofrece una atmósfera serena, imágenes impresionantes y un toque de misterio, por lo que es imprescindible para los entusiastas de los rompecabezas y el anime.

Un enfoque novedoso para el origami

El innovador estilo de libro emergente de Tengami lo distingue. El mundo del juego se desarrolla como origami, sumergiendo a los jugadores en la exploración del antiguo folklore japonés. Los jugadores resuelven acertijos doblando, deslizándose y manipulando el entorno para descubrir secretos ocultos.

Viaje a través de un paisaje místico

La aventura transporta a los jugadores a través de lugares encantadores: bosques oscuros, cascadas tranquilas y santuarios abandonados. Central de la narración es un cerezo moribundo, cuyo misterio impulsa la búsqueda del jugador.

Imágenes inmersivas y banda sonora cautivadora

Las fascinantes imágenes de Tengami dan vida al cuento popular japonés. La cautivadora banda sonora del juego, compuesta por David Wise (reconocida por su trabajo en Diddy Kong Racing), mejora aún más la experiencia inmersiva.

Trailer de juego

¿Vale la pena jugar?

La aventura atmosférica de Tengami está meticulosamente elaborada para parecerse a un libro emergente real. El nivel de detalle es notable; El diseño del juego podría recrearse con papel, tijeras y pegamento.

Disponibilidad

Desarrollado por Nyamyam e inicialmente lanzado en 2014, Tengami ahora está disponible en Google Play Store a través de Crunchyroll. Es gratis para Crunchyroll Mega Fan y Ultimate Fan suscriptores.

¡Manténganse al tanto!

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