"Haaa."
Returning to my office, I released a slow, quiet breath and pressed a hand over my face. I had done my best to keep up appearances, but the dull throb in my head refused to fade.
I could hardly think straight, but it wasn’t bad enough that I couldn’t function.
...And I also felt a lot better after thinking about the bet.
’Fifteen fragnts. This is definitely a good haul.’
I was sure that Kyle would question about the fragnts. About why I would need them, but I already had an answer for that.
Money.
I’d just tell him I planned to sell the fragnts for money.
Money I could use to invest in building an even better ga. It was a solid excuse, even if it couldn’t be further from the truth. At the very least, it might get Kyle off my back.
"I also planned on going to a black market to purchase more, but I never really ended up finding one. I should ask Kyle when he gives the fragnts. He might know sothing."
I wasn’t worried about the purity of the fragnts.
With the fax machine, I planned on just mass-converting the fragnts into pure ones.
’The only issue would be the type of fragnt. While the purity isn’t important, the type is.’
The Dreamwalker required ’Conceptualization’ fragnts. Preferably, I would want to get those. However, it wasn’t a ’must’.
The most important thing was getting to the Third Order.
’On a different note, I wonder what sort of fragnt Mirelle needs in order for to evolve her.’
Turning my attention towards the painting in front of , I tilted my head slightly.
Not even a second later, a head popped out.
"Did you bring them? Did you? You promised you would. You have to. Give them to ."
"...I do. Relax."
I reached into the drawer, pulled out a bag of crisps, and tossed it toward Mirelle. She caught it with a clumsy grab, then imdiately tore it open and began devouring it without hesitation.
Crunch! Crunch!
"Don’t eat too fast. It’s not good for you."
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
My words were completely ignored as I shook my head. What was I even going to do with her?
"Oh, right. Mirelle."
"....Hm?"
Pausing, Mirelle’s large, crystal eyes settled on as her eyes squinted and she brought the chips closer to her. However, as though she felt bad, she took out one chip and stared at it and then at .
Her small brows furrowed, and after a lot of contemplation, she brought the chip to her mouth.
Crunch!
"...."
...Really?
’Whatever.’
"What type of decree do you follow?"
"Decree?"
Mirelle tilted her head, seemingly clueless to my words. I scratched the side of my face.
"Power?"
"Hm?"
She looked even more confused. In the end, she resud eating her chips, and I felt the headache I was experiencing growing even more pronounced.
’I guess I’ll find out through trial and error.’
I was just about to receive fifteen fragnts anyway.
I was bound to figure it out sooner or later.
’Onto more important things...’
I turned my attention towards my laptop and booted it on. Now that I was sure that the ga worked, it was ti for to add a few more changes before officially launching it on Dock.
"I’ll first launch it without multiplayer, and add that feature later."
The only reason why I was able to add multiplayer in the first place was because of all the corners that I cut. However, if I wanted to really add multiplayer, then it would take at least two weeks.
"Since I’ve already gotten all the testing that I wanted, and I know that it works, all I have to do is launch the ga and—"
Trr! Trrr—
A sudden vibration brought out of my thoughts.
Curious, I retrieved my phone and I saw a simple ssage appear on the screen.
"A link?"
Looking at the na of the sender and seeing that it was Jamie, I decided to click on the link as it loaded towards a certain video.
It took a couple of seconds for the video to load, and when it did, the first thing that caught my attention was the title.
[A shitty ga that makes you scared!]
"Wait, what sort of title is that?"
I wasn’t stupid. I knew it was referring directly to my ga. A shitty ga? The hell?
And as the video loaded better, my brows jumped up in surprise.
[Views: 231,507]
"Holy shit!"
I scrolled through the comnts.
—LMAO. Look at how scared you were! That doesn’t look scary at all.
—Is this a paid promotion? How the fuck can a seasoned containnt expert get scared? This must be a paid promotion.
—Yeah, I’d believe it if he played Amnesia, but this? Bullshit.
—Lol, how much did they pay you, Idris?
—Could you have been lying about your prior experience?
The comnts were nurous, but each comnt pretty much said the sa thing.’How much did you get paid?’, and ’That ga doesn’t look scary at all’. Nobody believed that my ga could scare soone who claid to have been an expert in the containnt departnt or was a gate diver.
I didn’t bla them. Had I been in their position, I’d also feel the sa.
Trrr—
It was as I was scrolling through the ssages that I felt another vibration.
When I looked down, I saw that it ca from Jamie as it said; [There’s no better ti to launch the ga now. Give the link as soon as possible, and I’ll send it to Idris. Expect a bunch of sales coming soon.]
"..."
I sat there dazed for a mont, staring at the ssage and then the link over and over.
I sat like that for what felt like forever, until—
"Shit!"
I imdiately jumped up and got to work.
***
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The hurried, impatient tapping of fingers drumd across the table, echoing through the otherwise silent room, where empty beer cans lay scattered in careless disarray.
"What’s the holdup? Why isn’t he replying?"
Idris stared impatiently at his phone and then the monitor in front of him.
It had been a couple of hours since the release of his new video, and the views had skyrocketed by quite a bit. This video was performing far better than he had ever expected.
But at the sa ti...
—You should retire. You’re getting old.
—Old thing. I didn’t know you were that desperate for money. Here, I’ll send you a dollar.
"These motherfuckers!"
Idris felt his blood pressure rise.
Just a single look at the comnts was enough to make him want to smash his phone.
"Damn it! Why isn’t he replying? My na is at stake!"
Idris hurriedly typed a ssage to Jamie.
He desperately wanted to have his viewers try the ga so that his na would be cleared. But there was only one issue. The ga was nowhere to be found!
He also didn’t have the na of the ga.
Right now, everyone was pointing fingers at him, saying how he had sold out and all that nonsense.
"What bullshit!"
The more he thought about it, the more his blood pressure rose, and as he looked down at his phone again, his brows jumped up when he saw a ssage co from Jamie.
Trr!
He imdiately tapped on the notification and stared at the link sent to him by Jamie.
"Yes, finally!"
He clicked the link, which opened a specific Dock page, and the mont the ga title appeared on screen, his eyes fixed on it, and he froze.
With a complicated expression, he muttered,
"...Sohow, it fits."
Then, without wasting a single second, he copied the link and pasted it into his video.
[To whoever says that I sold out, here’s the ga. Try it yourself!]
Idris let out a satisfied grin, feeling a massive wave of relief.
’Bastards... I can’t wait for all of you to feel the sa sense of despair that I felt.’
On that day, a new ga was released.
It was called...
’A Twisted Ga’.
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