Horror Game Developer: My games aren't that scary! Chapter 208: For the future [3]

Changing wasn’t easy, but there were small steps I could take to start. The first thing I needed to address was sleep. I needed to increase that.

’Let quickly check how many hours a person usually needs to sleep in a day.’

Opening up the browser and quickly searching, I got my desired result not long after, but...

"Huh?"

The answer I received was an unexpected one.

"Seven to nine hours? Are we serious?"

Wasn’t this a little bit too much?

That was like... two to three to four hours wasted. There were so many things that I could do in those hours!

"No, relax. This might just be wrong. Let open up another page."

But...

Sa.

The answer that I received was the sa, and my question went from [how many hours did a person need in a day?] to [Is five hours of sleep healthy?].

I was starting to get desperate. To the point where I clicked on every page that I could find that sounded remotely like it would agree with , but...

None of them did.

"Fuck."

Regardless of what page or search I made, the answer was the sa. The ideal amount of sleep was seven to nine hours.

Anything below that was not healthy and manageable.

Looking at the results, I struggled to accept the search, but in hindsight, it sort of explained all of my headaches and constant fatigue.

’It’s also very likely one of the contributing factors for forgetting sothing so obvious like the compass.’

It did say that not sleeping properly impaired thinking.

I sighed.

"It really looks like I’ll have to force myself to sleep more."

I didn’t really want to do that, considering how much work I had, but given my most recent expedition, I understood that this was necessary.

"In that case, what else can I do?"

The goal was to improve in every aspect. I didn’t want to make the sa mistakes as before.

I had to be ready at all monts. For that, I started to research more.

"To improve both ntal and physical health, it’s essential to maintain a balanced diet and engage in regular exercise."

I paused there.

That... sounded like a hassle. It wasn’t like my diet was that bad.

Sure, there were a lot of instant noodles... and maybe a few too many prepackaged lunches from the store. Pasta too. Pizza...

And...

"Shit."

I groaned out loud. Thinking about it, my diet was also crap.

"But wouldn’t that an that I’d have to start cooking? No, god... That’s even more ti wasted. No, wait...!"

I suddenly recalled sothing. The Guild had a dining hall. Most of the people in the Containnt Sector didn’t go there, but as far as I was aware, they provided extrely healthy and nutritious food at low prices.

In that case, I could eat there.

The problem was sothing else.

"Exercise..."

Just the idea of exercising made sick. Not only did it feel like a waste of a few more hours, but thinking back at the pain that would co after...

I really didn’t want to.

But...

The more I didn’t want to do it, the more I knew I had to. This wasn’t just about my general health.

It was also to help better deal with the anomalies. With better physical strength, I’d be able to run faster, and just overall not get tired more easily.

In that regard, exercise was also vital, and I added that to the list of things that I had to do.

"What else...?"

I started thinking about everything that I needed to do, and one thing ca to mind.

’Right.’

It had sothing to do with the Section Chief and his interest in my gas.

"If I can sohow convince him to use my gas as training tools for the recruits, then maybe, just maybe, I can also ask him to help fund their developnt."

My heart sped up at the thought.

’The Guild is extrely rich. If I were to sohow impress them with my gas, and convince them to use them, then I can also convince them to invest in .’

But since my gas only affected those of the Second Order and below, the budget wouldn’t be too big.

’...It can affect those of higher order, but they’d need to be from different departnts and have little to no experience in dealing with anomalies.’

It beca awfully clear to how important experience was when dealing with my gas. The more experienced soone was, the less likely they were to be scared. After all, those with experience tended not to follow the script that I had envisioned for them.

"Well, that’s a starting point."

I needed funding more than anything. Not because I needed SP, but because I needed a team.

It beca painfully clear to that I needed a team in order to churn out my gas. I couldn’t do it by myself. Especially not when I needed to take so ti to build so experience and learn more about this world and the anomalies.

’With enough funding, not only can I improve the gas and have a team, but perhaps I can also start ssing around with VR.’

VR was still uncharted territory for . Sothing I had no clue how to navigate. But I was certain that, if handled right, it could elevate my gas to an entirely new level.

That being said, that was still far into the future.

The main priority at the mont was improving my health and developing my multiplayer ga. Once that was developed, I planned on going to the Section Chief and talking to him about potentially funding my gas.

’...Hmm. Actually, wouldn’t it be better if I went to him tomorrow? If I can get so funding for a temporary team, I can churn out the multiplayer feature faster and be able to secure funding faster.’

"Yeah, I should do that."

I wasn’t aware of how interested the Section Chief was with regards to my ga, but since he had shown a little interest, that was enough for to give it a try.

"Okay, I guess this is everything that I need to do going forward. It’ll be troubleso, but if I want to live longer, then it’s absolutely necessary that I follow the things that I said."

I stood up from my seat and checked the ti. It was around 10 PM.

Just about the right ti for to go to sleep.

However, just as I was about to leave, my gaze fell on the box again, and I was reminded of sothing.

’Right...’

I paused the mont I caught sight of the box and pressed my lips together.

’I’ve got two tries, but I’m still not entirely sure about how it works. There’s a certain soone that I want to give this new ability a try with. And it’s not like it’s going to be a waste since this directly aligns with my interests.’

Moving towards the box, I picked up the red ball and stared at it.

"Now, how exactly do I make this work?"

Was I just supposed to show it directly to the person?

"Hmm."

Frowning, I went back to my laptop and did a quick search on my target.

’CEO of Nova Studios. Right, it should be this guy.’

I carefully stared at the image in front of . He didn’t look particularly handso. In fact, with his balding head and pot belly, he was anything but charming.

Staring at him, and then the ball in my hand, I started to ponder how to send the ball to him, when—

Swoosh!

"Hm?"

The ball directly faded from my hand.

My eyes widened in shock.

Especially when a notification appeared shortly after.

[Would you like to start haunting?]

▶ [Yes] ▷ [No]

"W... what?"