(Cici Hyena POV)
I sit before this colored screen, my fingers dancing between the "keyboard" and "mouse" as I wade through an endless stream of ssages directed at my new employer, the famous Arthur Pendragon.
Two weeks into my role as Arthur's secretary, and reality has thoroughly shattered my initial expectations.
I'd imagined myself wielding enchanted typewriters, organizing schedules with traditional magic, perhaps even catching the eye of the famous demon himself - after all, I'd beaten thousands of other applicants for this position. Instead, I find myself tethered to this increasingly popular device called a "computer."
Those first days were a struggle with the unfamiliar technology, but I've grown oddly comfortable with it. The computer simplifies docunt managent, file organization, and scheduling to an impressive degree. Everything flows seamlessly through this single device.
Yet with that efficiency cos an unexpected burden. Beyond managing Arthur's affairs, I must now field an ever-growing flood of ssages directed to him.
What started as a trickle - just a few ssages daily - has swollen into hundreds.
Most co from business owners and dia journalists who've managed to obtain boss Arthur's "Hellfire ssenger" contact information. Now they're abusing the privilege, with so resorting to constant spamming.
I notice yet another string of repeated ssages from a user nad "Jacob Star" - his profile prominently displaying the title 'business-owner' beneath his na.
With practiced restraint, I type: "Dear Mr. Star, Please be advised that ssage spamming violates our communication protocols. As Mr. Arthur Pendragon's executive secretary managing his correspondence, I must inform you that continued spamming will result in account termination. Thank you for your cooperation."
Sending the warning, I return to the endless stream of ssages awaiting my attention.
Staring at the screen all day was taking its toll on my eyes. The computer fascinated , but sitting here for hours left exhausted. I sipped my coffee, trying to stay alert as I sorted through more ssages.
Then sothing caught my attention - a ssage from "Morningstar Empire's Economic Minister." Not a personal na like the others, but an official title from one of the most powerful positions in the massive Morningstar Kingdom.
My eyes widened as I read the contents. I imdiately jumped from my chair and rushed out of my office. A ssage this important needed to reach boss Arthur directly.
I hurried to his office, but my knocks went unanswered. "Boss Arthur left for the Hellfire Electronics building," a nearby employee inford .
I sighed in relief - at least the electronics building was close to Hellfire Studio HQ.
***
(3rd Person POV)
Arthur stood in the ga departnt with Drake and Josh, examining their progress. The team had reached the halfway point on their 8-bit project "Music Legends Quest" - a ga Arthur had proposed months ago.
The story followed two protagonists, Jas and Frederick, who wielded musical powers to defeat enemies across various levels. Their main antagonist, Caleb D., awaited at the journey's end.
The computer monitor displayed a simple nu with just "New Ga" as its sole option - save ga technology hadn't been developed in this world yet.
Drake pressed the keyboard controls, and two pixelated figures materialized on screen: Jas and Frederick in their 8-bit glory. Selecting Jas, the level began with the character wielding a guitar. Each strum sent visible sound waves rippling across the screen, striking enemies in their path.
Arthur nodded, studying the gaplay. "The chiptune cover of Nirvana's Lithium fits perfectly, though we could polish it further."
He couldn't help but be impressed. Drake and Josh had only started leading the ga team months ago, learning programming and ga developnt from scratch. Yet the dwarf duo had successfully guided their inexperienced team to create sothing remarkable.
The team mbers watched proudly as their creation ca to life on screen. Then suddenly, Jas clipped through a wall during a jump sequence, getting stuck in the level geotry.
"Sorry about that, boss," Drake's face reddened. "We're still working out collision detection bugs."
"Don't worry," Arthur waved it off. "For our first 8-bit ga, this is exceptional work. You've mastered the fundantals - using limited pixels effectively, creating distinctive sprites, and maximizing the graphical potential within 8-bit constraints. The ga already has personality."
The team bead at his praise, their pride in their creation evident despite its unfinished state.
Arthur watched the ga team's progress with mixed feelings. While proud of their work, he couldn't help but think how much faster developnt would be with his clones - if only they weren't so problematic.
The replacent of "chakra" with "magic" had created unexpected complications. Though his clones inherited his appearance, basic skills, and limited mories - even recognizing themselves as "Arthur" - they lacked his complete knowledge. Most critically, they couldn't access his understanding of computers and programming.
This partial inheritance left each clone with their own distinct personality, making them unreliable for complex tasks. His attempts at using them for ga developnt had proved disastrous - their coding was chaotic, and they couldn't maintain consistent project planning.
Instead, he'd restricted their use to simpler creative tasks: manga production, comic illustration, animation work, or serving in the Hellsing Organization. Even these limited roles caused problems.
Every ti a clone vanished, their accumulated knowledge and mories forcibly transferred back to him. When dozens or even hundreds of clones disappeared simultaneously, the ntal backlash was overwhelming.
These harsh side effects had forced Arthur to scale back his clone usage. He now focused on quality over quantity, developing clones with larger magical reserves that could last longer if they conserved their power. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than the constant headaches from mass clone dispersal.
A knock interrupted the ga team's discussion. Faer, a trainee programr, opened the door to reveal Cici - her feline features perfectly grood, wearing a tailored black suit that marked her as one of Hellfire's executive staff.
"I'm Cici, Mr. Pendragon's secretary. Is he here?"
Faer's wide mouth closed as he nodded. Cici strode in, imdiately spotting Arthur among the developers. She approached and whispered urgently in his ear.
Arthur's expression turned serious. "Apologies, boys. Important matter requires my attention."
Drake, Josh, and the team nodded their understanding as Arthur followed Cici back to Hellfire Studio HQ.
In her office, Arthur settled before her office computer to read the ssage from Morningstar Kingdom.
"Your Highness, I don't know if you rember , but we often passed each other in the palace corridors during your ti here. I am Perah Gray, Economic Minister of Morningstar Kingdom. I write to inform you that His Majesty, your father, has expressed great pride in your achievents in both film and technologies.
The king, in his rcy, extends his forgiveness and wishes to restore your position as prince upon your return. This represents a unique opportunity - one the benevolent demon king graciously offers.
Regards,
Minister Perah Gray"
Arthur chuckled darkly at the ssage. Make a prince again? For what? He could see through their motives clearly. They think reinstating ans claiming everything I've built. Not happening.
"Boss, isn't this wonderful news? They're restoring your title!" Cici couldn't contain her excitent.
Arthur rose from his chair, expression cold. "I thought this was sothing important - perhaps Morningstar officials offering support for computer expansion. Instead, it's just nonsense."
"Nonsense?" Cici's ears twitched in surprise.
"Exactly. If you see ssages like this again, delete them."
"You... don't want to be prince again?" She stared at him, bewildered.
Arthur let out a derisive snort. "Prince? That title ans nothing." He turned to leave, his parting words hanging in the air. "In this world, money reigns supre."
---
---
---
For advanced Chapters, go check my /NewCor714.
User Comments
0 comments from readers