Myles Holms.
He didn't register in my mind imdiately. It wasn't because I had forgotten about his character or anything of the sort.
Myles wasn't a character that I could easily forget. How could I not with the way he was designed?
He was ruthless, psychotic, and two-faced. He was the type of character who took advantage of others, stealing their credit in order to push himself forward. This sort of setting made sense considering the ga he was in.
It was a ruthless zombie survival ga where he had to steal and take from others in order to survive.
There were several reasons the ga didn't succeed, but if I had to pinpoint one, I'd say it was the graphics. They... weren't exactly impressive. A lot of the ga's budget was invested in the storyline, neglecting the graphics as a result.
I had brought up the problem several tis with managent, but they all responded the sa way: 'The story will make up for the lack of graphics. Don't worry about it. Just do your job.'
I could only retreat in silence then.
"...No wonder I couldn't recognize him imdiately."
Zoey was a lot easier to recognize since she was the direct result of 'Dead Rising' failure, prompting the company to shift to a more graphic-based based design.
But even that failed.
"Well, it's not like all the gas failed, but why are the main characters of the two worst gas here?"
I was really struggling to understand this.
Not only was Zoey present, but so was Myles. Just one was enough to give a headache, but two?
"And Myles of all people..."
If previously I had any lingering thoughts about joining the Guild, such thoughts quickly faded.
There was simply no way I would join the Guild with him here.
I didn't want to work in a place where I had to worry about getting backstabbed at any given second.
Never.
***
"...I'm telling you he didn't an his words. Seth... he just recently got fired, so he might be a little moody. He might also not know."
"He recently got laid off?"
"Yes. That's why I had him co here."
"I see."
"...You're not going to do anything to him, are you?"
Zoey looked at Kyle's stiff expression and didn't answer imdiately. However, after a brief pause, she shook her head.
"I won't be."
"Oh, good."
Kyle looked visibly relieved by her words.
"I know Seth well. He can be a little careless at tis, but he doesn't an any harm. You also won't have to see much of him since he won't be working with us directly."
"Mhm, I figured."
Zoey's tone was light. Her voice didn't carry much emotion. This seed to ease Kyle sowhat.
"....That's good. I'll go check up on him. He probably was also shaken up from the trial."
"Alright."
Zoey watched as Kyle left. Her mind drifted towards his last words, and her expression turned dark.
Shaken from the trial...?
That was laughable. Not only had he cleared the trial faster than anyone before, but the mont he ca out, he looked completely unfazed, as if he hadn't just beaten so of the best recruits around.
He was anything but shaken.
Suddenly, her stomach started to twist.
—I don't get to rely on my rich parents when things don't go my way.
The man's words echoed in her mind again, forcing her stomach to twist further. It wasn't long ago when the helicopter crashed, stranding her and her family on that darned island. Those were so of the darkest days of her life.
Every day was hell, with her fighting for survival in hopes of finding her parents.
But unfortunately, she wasn't able to make it in ti. The mont she arrived, it was already too late. Her parents were dead.
No, they were...
"...."
Zoey clenched her teeth, her calm expression almost crumbling. It was hard for her to quell her anger.
Especially since she felt mocked.
Their death had made the news all over the world. Given her parents' influence and power, there was no way he wouldn't know. She didn't buy Kyle's story.
He was too nice for his own good.
His na was Seth, right?
Zoey quietly nodded her head, morizing his na.
"It's a pity he won't join the Guild..."
***
The mont the orientation was over, everyone was brought back to the -5th floor. As opposed to when we first arrived, there were quite a lot more people, each moving towards different areas as the chairs and projector screen were long gone.
Instead, the place now looked like so sort of office lobby. In fact, even the lobby from my previous company was better.
The Section Chief paused and looked in our direction.
"The general results of the trial were quite good. Most of you managed to pass with a few failures. There's no harm in failure. So long as you learn from his experience, everything will be fine. However..."
Quickly scanning a few docunts in his hand, he turned his attention back to us. This ti, his voice turned grave.
"....I won't be able to guarantee you'll be able to live if you fail again."
His words brought the atmosphere to a standstill. I stood at the back of the group, taking in their reactions.
It didn't really have anything to do with .
As of this mont, my entire attention was focused on my mission.
Ga... Ga... I had to develop a ga quickly, and I needed to make it scary enough to scare the people of this world.
The more I thought about my situation, the more bitter I felt.
'How the hell am I supposed to do this?'
Not only was I by myself, but I didn't even have that much ti to develop it.
"Well, now that we have sorted out the hard part. I'll quickly allocate all of you to your teams."
Once again, all attention fell on the Section Chief. I was also intrigued, but since it had nothing to do with , I could only watch in silence as one by one, the people around were allocated into different teams.
"There's no real distinction between each team. They're all equally good, so don't think too much about the team you've been put in."
By the ti he was done allocating each mber, a total of seven groups had ford.
"A team leader will be here with you shortly. In the anti, do whatever you want. Get acquainted with your future colleagues or doomscroll on your phone. You've already done the hard part. Today is the end of your first day."
And with those final words, the Section Chief excused himself and left for a different area.
It was only after he left that the noise started.
I just remained standing at the back, calmly observing my surroundings.
Until...
"What are you doing?"
Kyle's voice reached my ears.
Turning my head, I saw him beckon with his hand.
"Going where exactly...?"
"What do you an, where? To your office, of course."
"Uh?"
Office...?
"I'm getting an office?"
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