Business Gamer Novels & Stories

T BE SATISFIED! “150 games and all of them you exhausted your mana with that absurd one shot blaster. I should be the one asking you how you lost, you goddamn whale monster.” [Author’s Note: ‘Whale’ or ‘Whaling’ or ‘P2P’ which is ‘Pay to Pay’ is a term used for gacha gamers who spend real money on games for anything and everything. Basically they’re in possession of the strongest weapons and characters which ‘F2P’ players have a hard time getting or they never get it at all]

In his experience, he never encountered like Joshua before. Joshua has two win and the boss has one won. “tch! If I lose this match, I can’t face the other gambler owner anymore. This game was live broadcast to all the underground casino worldwide! So I don’t want to lose from this gigolo boy!” he gritted his teeth and panicked.

I sat down and watched them play, — gambling. Contrary to what I expected, it was interesting and a very intense game. That kind of game gives you goosebumps accompanied by a stroke or heart attack. It was so thrilling and there was no way I was going to enjoy this while standing up. I didn't know much about the game but it was like Gladimir was making money.

Jeremy looks down on me with a soft smile, biting on his lower lip. Don’t look at me like that! We’re only supposed to be fake dating. Stop looking at me like I just hung the damn moon. I adjust in my seat, eyeing the glass of wine on the table. No, it’s too early to get drunk. “Yes, what Jeremy said.” “The gaming industry is brutal. I can’t imagine two rivals keeping it up while in love.” Mr. Hilton straightens, frowning at us. We’re about to be caught red-handed, of course Jeremy butts in to save the day as usual.

Danny and I had raced each other on the race car simulators and threw a few baskets on the basketball machines. We even won some tickets that we could exchange for fun prices. But despite all our efforts, Arawn kept not participating in our gaming and watched us while sipping his beer. At least I saw him smiling and heard him laughing from time to time, so he must have been enjoying himself. After another round of trying to convince him to play a shooter game with us, he declined once again but promised to play a round with us at the boardwalk games. So, here I am. Chasing after a hyperactive boy and grumpy man while clutching a gigantic panda bear to my chest.

“The stakes here are not fair.” “How is it not fair? You keep telling me to leave you alone even though your body doesn’t think so. Now I’m giving you a chance to actually make me leave you alone. All you have to do is choose any game of your choice and win.” Dominique is calm as he watches me intently. “You know, you’re at a more advantage here. You get to choose the game and it could be anything you want. Chess, pool, whatever you want.”

I don't play games. He shrugged. "GAMES, after all, are half the fun, aren't they? But if you must have it your way, I suppose I could extend them for a while yet. .. to spice things up, to provide an incentive, to keep everyone entertained." I narrowed my eyes. "Get to the point. Call the damn price." He grinned, refusing. "Nope. Not yet. A little while longer. They’re safe, don't worry… for now." I raised my hand, holding it near my gun. The crowd was shifting all around us. Venus’s soldiers, Marco’s soldiers.

"but only for twenty minutes." Henry cheered and ran to the lounge, leaving me alone in the kitchen with a sleeping baby and a cooling cup of coffee. I leaned back against the counter, the sudden quiet washing over me. My eyes drifted to the laptop bag sitting in the corner of the room and my mind wandered. It wasn't just the adult conversation or the lack of bodily fluids. It was the work itself. At Galencia Gaming, I wasn't just Ben the tired dad; I was the Lead Programmer. I built worlds - fantasy lands where the masses could escape the nuances of everyday life with just the click of a button.

"Compare her height, her shoulder-to-hip ratio, and her exact stride length against every file we have on Aria. I don't care if the voice doesn't match. I want to know if the bones do." Marcus looked startled, but he bowed his head instantly. "Right away, boss." The elevator doors slid shut, and as the machine carried me up to my empty, haunted palace, I gripped the obsidian mask until my knuckles turned white. If you are playing a game with me behind that carbon fiber, little bird, I thought, a dark, possessive fire igniting in my chest, you better pray I don't catch you. Because the moment I rip that mask off and find your eyes behind it, I am never letting you go again.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS IS A G****E TRANSLATED VERSION. WE JUST NEED FUNDS TO SAVE DOGS’ LIVES. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. I WILL REVISED THIS SOON. GAME TEN:Bleeding Is it possible to feel different emotions in one snap of time?