Chapter 141

“Where in the world would you find a game console like that? You’re just wearing glasses right now, sis.”

“Not very MZ-like of you to be so behind on the news.”

Well, of course, the younger you are, the slower you are to catch up on worldly news. The younger they are, the more their world is limited to family, friends, and children’s cartoons.

No matter how obsessed kids are with game consoles, what’s the point if they’re so slow to get information that they don’t even know it exists?

If parents buy them a game console, that’s a different story, but it hasn’t been that long since parents buying game consoles became a normal thing.

Back in the day, kids had to score 100 on a test to get a Nintendo or PlayStation. Otherwise, they’d just suck their thumbs and watch their friends play.

Most kids just watched. Only one or two kids in the class actually had a game console.

It’s a “game console,” after all. Buying a device that only plays games is like encouraging kids to play games. How many parents in the world would do that?

So, parents who buy game consoles came about not because of a shift in parental mindset, but because of changes in the world.

Namely, the invention of the “smartphone.”

No matter how much parents didn’t want to buy a game console, they had to buy a smartphone. It’s a daily necessity. It’s just that the world came to a point where that necessity could also serve as a game console. That’s how parents who buy game consoles were born.

If you ask if computers were a similar case, yes, but it was a bit different. Computers were usually shared.

It’s true that most kids got their own game consoles after the birth of the “smartphone.”

The conversation took a slight detour, but what I’m saying is this:

There’s no way parents would buy Messiah’s “Nexus,” which has a strong image of being a game console.

And that means it’s before the rumor spreads among the kids.

Even if you see someone wearing glasses and playing games outside, it’s hard to think they’re playing an AR game…!

“Oh. Is that the new AR device? Nexus, right? Did you already buy it, sis?”

Nope.

What kind of kid is this?

“Aren’t kids only supposed to know about parents, friends, and children’s cartoons?”

“Sis, that’s old news. Nowadays, it’s the era of searching with VR devices.”

The kid says it like I’m pitiful.

No. This is really unfair.

That kid talks as if there was no way to search for information before, and that the ability to search for information only came about in his time, but when it comes to information searching, there wasn’t much difference between then and now.

Even when PCs and smartphones became widespread, kids were still slow with information.

“That’s because.”

“That’s because?”

“AI wasn’t advanced back then.”

“AI is scary.”

I suddenly feel the generation gap.

A generation where AI searching is part of everyday life.

At this rate, won’t AI even clean the house and cook meals for us?

The kid crunches on a candy and speaks up.

“I’m jealous. Are you rich, sis?”

“I’m rich, but regardless, when you become an adult, you can afford an AR device without much burden.”

“Were you an adult, sis?”

The kid says something strange.

Really strange. What is this kid talking about?

I stare at the kid. The kid stares back at me.

Maybe feeling the pressure from my gaze, the kid cautiously opens his mouth.

“Sis, you totally look like a middle schooler.”

He wasn’t cautious at all. Look at the evidence. He’s speaking from his spine, not his brain.

Feel the pressure, kid.

“Kid, you should’ve graduated from deliberately overacting to get attention by the time you were five.”

“There’s only you and me here. Who am I trying to get attention from?”

“I admit I look young, but middle schooler is too much. High schooler, maybe.”

“High schooler… yeah, that makes sense.”

The kid admits his mistake. Seeing him quickly correct himself, he’s still very green.

“But admit that I could pass for a middle schooler too. It’s not like I said something wrong.”

There must’ve been something wrong with my eyes. Mistaking yellow for blue. Maybe it’s time to retire as a game developer.

“Specifically, what makes me look like a middle schooler?”

“Your height?”

“I’ll admit that.”

Currently, my height is quite short.

At 156cm, it’s easy to mistake me for a middle schooler.

Sure, people who’ve met me have been charmed by my face and recognized me as an adult, but objectively, there’s plenty of room for misunderstanding.

I declare myself innocent.

Thank you.

“……”

The kid’s gaze fixes on the AR device in my hand.

No matter how much he tries to act mature, a kid is still a kid. He can’t escape the magic of a game console.

Finally getting the reaction I wanted, I lean down and ask.

“Kid, do your parents disapprove of games?”

“No? Not really. We have a VR device at home. They just don’t buy me stuff often.”

“Then that’s fine.”

I stand up and clap my hands.

Then James comes over, pulling a carrier beside me.

“Did you call, Master?”

“Stand by.”

I give James the command.

I turned my gaze back to the little kid.

The kid’s mouth was wide open.

“Wow.”

“How is it?”

“Wow.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m James, the butler of the Han Yoorim household.”

James displayed a (^.^) on the panel.

The kid started crying.

“The world is still worth living in…”

“That’s not something a kid should say.”

“My dream has come true.”

“Looks like we had similar dreams?”

Seeing a humanoid robot in daily life was one of my childhood dreams.

Well, I had 14,000,605 other dreams too, but hey, we still overlapped. Not wrong.

“Kid. I’m going to give you an opportunity.”

“What opportunity?”

“James?”

At my words, James opened the carrier.

Inside the carrier were boxes filled with white packages.

The word ‘NEXUS’ was written on the white boxes.

The moment the kid saw it, he was completely stunned.

“Are you… giving this to me?”

“Of course.”

“Unnie. I knew you were an angel from the start.”

“Of course.”

The kid, as if entranced, reached out to the carrier. In response, I flicked my finger.

James closed the carrier.

I spoke slowly.

“But. I won’t just give it to anyone. Only to those who have played my game.”

“No way.”

The kid, now in despair, continued.

“There’s no way I’ve played your game…”

“Hoho. Should’ve played more games regularly.”

“Ah.”

The kid, losing all hope, let out a desperate cry.

I calmly asked.

“So. Kid. Have you ever played Han Yoorim’s games?”

“I don’t really know about that…”

“Let me rephrase. James?”

James pulled out a board he had prepared in advance.

On it were pictures of the games I had made, lined up in order.

“Have you played any of these?”

“……”

The kid’s expression turned serious.

Case closed.

Hope tastes sweeter when you give it and then take it away.

Bratty kid lifted and dropped, mission accomplished—.

“Who doesn’t play this these days?”

Suddenly, the kid responded with a voice that sounded utterly ridiculous.

To put it in perspective, yeah.

It was similar to the voice I sometimes use with my pets.

“Wait a minute. If you’re lying about not having played it to get the prize—.”

“No. Unnie. If you don’t play Cosmic Origin these days, you can’t even talk to the other kids. I play Fantasy Life a lot too.”

“Wait. If you really played it, then the game content—.”

“Cosmic Origin is like a friend game with Cosmic Osuary, right? I like both. Fantasy Life is a building game, isn’t it?”

“More accurately, it’s a defense game.”

“Really?”

The kid tilted his head, then started fiddling with the wooden board.

“Did you make all these games?”

“Of course.”

“I’ve played all of them.”

“Even Resurrected Students Also Need Love?”

“Yeah.”

As expected, my eyes weren’t wrong. The kid’s potential was definitely there.

Enjoying romance games since childhood?

He was destined to become a great otaku.

By the way.

“You played all of them but didn’t know Han Yoorim was the creator? Where did you sell off your AI search skills?”

“I just wasn’t interested.”

Well, searching is something you do when you’re interested.

A one-person developer churning out high-quality games at an unbelievable speed is something only adults would be curious about. Kids couldn’t care less.

For them, the only thing that matters is how fun the game is. That’s it. In a way, the purest gamers are kids.

“Then unnie, you must be rich? How much did you make?”

Of course, this kid isn’t exactly pure.

He’s just being cheeky.

I took out an AR device from the carrier and handed it to the kid.

“To the kid who has tasted a fragment of a Super Developer, a gift-giving ceremony awaits.”

“Clap clap.”

“Strive to become a great gamer from now on.”

“Thanks, unnie! I won’t forget this kindness!”

The kid quickly grabbed the AR device and disappeared.

But I never got to hear the kid’s name.

Not that it really mattered.

I used the AR device again.

Having finished the AR device giveaway event, it was time to enjoy [Evoke Order] once more.