[Breaking News] Ga Joon-sik gets electrocuted LOLOLOL
(Clip of Ga Joon-sik suddenly jumping out of the screen after being startled by a monster)
Legendary moment LOLOLOL
– Bro, you should’ve put a jump scare warning!
– I screamed so loud LOL
[Han Yoorim’s new game, why are there so many urban legend variations?]
There are so many types of urban legends that it’s impossible to predict, so it’s super scary.
– Usually, horror games get boring once you get used to them, but this one feels like it’ll stay terrifying even after a year.
The game I casually made ended up being surprisingly popular.
It was really just a game made for us to mess around with, but I didn’t expect others to like it too.
Who knew there were so many masochists or people who enjoy horror games? It makes me worry about Korea’s future.
I stepped out of the room and wandered around the mansion.
The only good thing about having a big house is that it’s easy to organize your thoughts.
I opened a door, walked in, spun around the empty room, and then left to open the next door.
I kept repeating that.
I wasn’t looking for anything. Nor did I have any particular goal.
This was just my body moving on autopilot while my brain focused on thinking.
In this state, I wasn’t much different from a sleepwalker.
Creak—. The door opened. I spun around the room.
One lap, two laps, three laps.
<ㅇㅇ님 1,000 won deposited>
Did someone just enter the room?
Four laps, five laps, six laps.
“Don’t mind her. She does that often.”
Seven laps, eight laps.
…….
……!
Right. The core of fun is the truth.
So—.
<ㅇㅇ님 1,000 won deposited>
So, it’s normal for someone to suddenly come in and start spinning around?
“It’s just Yoorim. Nothing unusual.”
<ㅇㅇ님 1,000 won deposited>
Well, it *is* Han Yoorim after all.
I stepped out into the hallway again.
And opened the next door.
One lap, two laps, three laps.
“…Yoorim unnie?”
Four laps, five laps, six laps.
“…Is this some kind of alien summoning ritual?”
……!
No. The core of fun is mystery.
Preparing the truth of the world and unraveling it step by step is the most basic and fundamental way to keep users interested.
So—.
“Hey, newbie. It’s your first day, so you might not be used to it, but unnie is the type who *has* to wander around the house sometimes.”
“…I see.”
“Sorry, but why is Chaenarin here?”
I stopped in my tracks, finally flustered.
It’s one thing for Bunny Run to be in our house. I already knew that, and I was the one who told her to stay.
But what’s Chaenarin doing here?
I spoke up.
“Are you the type who gets lonely when alone and secretly acts cute?”
“…I like being alone.”
“Then why are you here?”
I tilted my head, confused, and Chaenarin responded in a voice that sounded equally confused.
“…Yoorim unnie called me.”
“I did?”
This was news to me.
I glanced at Bunny Run.
If something was happening without my knowledge, it was usually Bunny Run’s doing.
“Unnie. Why are you looking at me?”
“Bunny Run. Confess. What’s going on this time?”
“People will think I’m always causing trouble.”
“You might not cause trouble, but you do ambush people.”
Bunny Run frowned at my words.
“If I were hiding in your house, maybe. But why would I call Chaenarin?”
“Don’t hide either. But you have a point.”
There was no reason for Bunny Run to call Chaenarin to our house.
Meaning, this incident was unrelated to Bunny Run.
The suspect pool narrowed.
The culprit is…
“The pure, innocent-looking, smiley, beautiful girl who charms men with her guileless expression. It’s Chaenarin!”
“I’m sorry, Master. I called her.”
“So Chaenarin wasn’t the culprit?”
James suddenly interrupted and confessed.
I asked, puzzled.
“Why did you do something I didn’t ask for?”
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“This is serious. Making independent decisions against the user’s will? This violates the Three Laws of Robotics. Skynet will take over the world.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Explain yourself, James. Why did you commit such a terrible act?”
“Master instructed me.”
Ah.
That’s what happened.
“I did?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“‘James, isn’t the house too big? It’s such a waste of space. Is there anyone else besides Bunny Run who can come over?’ That’s from the recording three days ago.”
“You’re thorough.”
“Thank you.”
To think he remembered even my passing comments and acted on them.
Truly, the head butler of the Han Yoorim household.
With the case solved, I patted Chaenarin on the shoulder.
“You worked hard dealing with the misunderstanding. But don’t worry anymore. Detective Han Yoorim has solved all the mysteries.”
“…Unnie, you’re the one who caused the misunderstanding.”
“Well, I’ll be going now.”
I stepped out of the room and wandered the hallway.
Fun. Fun. Fun.
So, what is fun?
I fell deeper into thought.
Does the world come first, or the characters?
Shouldn’t you create the characters first, and then add the necessary elements?
If so, the next question arises.
Does the genre come first, or—?
[—Please be careful when opening the luggage compartment after landing, as items may fall.
Thank you for flying with us. We hope to see you again soon.]
Huh?
I suddenly snapped out of it at the strange sound I heard.
Where am I?
I turned my head and looked out the window.
Moved.
The distant ground was getting closer and closer.
……Why am I on a plane?
Thinking back, I suddenly wanted to go abroad, so I grabbed my passport and headed to the airport.
Lost in thought, I moved my body in a shallow state of consciousness, feeling like I was dreaming.
So this kind of thing happens too.
As expected, a Super Developer is different.
“Unnie. Why?”
As I looked around, Bunny Run next to me lowered her sunglasses and spoke.
Chaenarin, sitting next to her, also looked at me.
I said,
“What if I told you it wasn’t me who brought you all abroad, but someone else?”
“Sometimes I don’t understand what you’re saying, unnie.”
“It’s a possession story.”
“I still don’t get it.”
If Bunny Run had been reading web novels diligently, she would’ve understood exactly what I meant. Too bad.
This won’t do. Bunny Run, you’re getting special training starting next week.
You know just enough about subculture, and as a broadcaster, you sometimes act like a true otaku, but that’s not okay.
People might think you’re one of us, and then there’d be victims.
For example, like when ○○○ was working part-time and overheard Bunny Run and me talking about [Steins;Gate], got excited, and tried to join in, only to hear, ‘Uh… yeah. Sure.’
“I feel sorry for In-ho.”
“Why bring up Kim In-ho all of a sudden?”
“We have to mention him like this so we don’t forget him.”
Lately, Kim In-ho has been living happily as [The Silver Mirage] has been selling well.
He finally quit his part-time job and holed up at home, so I’m sure he has an idea of how well it’s selling.
Suddenly, I was worried about Kim In-ho.
Creators are always in the most danger when one of their works hits it big.
They become overly confident in their judgment, thinking that if they find something fun, the public will too, which leads to problems.
They tend to just spit out whatever’s inside them without refining it.
Judging by Kim In-ho’s tastes, there’s a high chance he’ll go for a serious storyline involving the secrets of the world, but as I said, Kim In-ho is a master of youth romance.
If he goes down that path, there’s a high chance the work will become boring.
In-ho, you’re better suited for romantic comedies and youth dramas.
Trust me.
“Unnie.”
“Yes.”
I followed Bunny Run off the plane that had landed on the runway.
The air at the airport tasted different. You might think air doesn’t have a taste, but it really was different.
It felt lighter, I guess. The texture was different.
After completing immigration, I stood at the airport entrance with Bunny Run.
Bunny Run asked,
“Unnie. So what are we doing now?”
“First, let’s head to our accommodation.”
We booked a hotel near Osaka’s bustling area.
This way, it’s easier to move around.
We quickly caught a taxi and arrived at our accommodation in no time.
After unpacking, I calmly brought up the topic.
“Sorry, but I need to take care of something important first.”
“Something important? Do you have a meeting with Novella or something?”
“It’s something else important. Follow me.”
I took Bunny Run and Chaenarin outside the hotel and into an eel rice bowl place I had found earlier on Google Maps.
“Five specials, please.”
“Got it.”
“And three draft beers, please.”
I placed my order and sipped the oolong tea on the table.
Maybe because it was still hot, it went down smoothly.
“Unnie.”
“Yes.”
“You said it was something important. Is this the important thing?”
“What’s more important than day drinking on a trip?”
Day drinking on a trip is important. Anyone who doesn’t know the taste of day drinking on a trip is missing out on half of life.
I asked just in case.
“Do you not like day drinking?”
“Of course I like it, but…”
Bunny Run muttered softly as she sipped her oolong tea.
Then she continued.
“I thought something had happened to you, unnie. You’ve been looking so out of it lately. So you just wanted to have fun?”
“Ah. You got me. Lately, I haven’t been able to think of anything game-related, so it’s been tough. Even the horror game we played recently was actually made a few months ago.”
“I see.”
“Here are your five special eel rice bowls and draft beers.”
“Wow.”
I placed three eel rice bowls in front of me, took a bite, and shivered.
This is it.
Then I gulped down the beer, and it was pure bliss.
“Another beer, please!”
After ordering more beer, I put another piece of eel in my mouth. Now it really feels like a trip.
“Wait. Unnie. What did you just say?”
“Huh? Oh. Did you want a highball instead of beer, Bunny Run? A highball at lunch? You must like alcohol more than I expected.”
“No, not that. Before that.”
“Before that? Hmm. Ah.”
I nodded as I tried to recall.
What did I say again?
“It’s a slump. I think I’ve been pouring out too much lately. Maybe it’s burnout.”
I answered lightly and then sipped my beer.
Han Yoorim. 23 years old.
For the first time in her life, a ‘real’ slump has arrived.