"Boss, I want to resign."
"Boss, too."
Inside Mikufu’s ga developnt division, several developers arrived together at the departnt head’s office and submitted their resignation letters.
These were all core mbers of the team—top-tier developers with solid skills, veterans who had participated in the developnt of multiple well-received gas.
The departnt head frowned. "Why? Are you dissatisfied with your pay?"
"No, that’s not it. It’s for other reasons."
Their expressions were a little awkward at first.
But very quickly, they steadied themselves.
"Other reasons? I think... all right, I think I know why."
The departnt head had been about to ask further, but he seed to realize sothing and sighed. He gathered their resignation letters and said, "There are still so procedures to go through. Don’t rush to leave just yet, okay?"
"We’ll follow the formal resignation process. We just don’t want to keep working at this company anymore."
The departnt head softly reassured them, watched them leave, then took the resignation letters and stepped out of his office.
As soon as he exited, he noticed several people at their desks peeking at him, clearly watching to see what he would do next.
But the mont he looked back at them, they quickly ducked down, pretending to be busy with work that barely existed.
Recently... all ga developnt had effectively co to a halt.
Originally, Mikufu’s ga division had three or four projects in active developnt.
But morale had plumted.
The main reason ca from outside—rumors, gossip, and endless chatter.
At first, it was just idle talk. Gradually, more and more people joined in, and Mikufu had beco a laughingstock in many people’s eyes.
All because of a ga whose reputation was now slowly reversing.
Infinite World.
The ga that had broken away from Mikufu and instead thrown itself into the arms of Gastar Electronic Entertainnt.
The departnt head felt a deep sense of regret.
If he had been firr back then—if he had stood with that developer and insisted on continuing to properly develop Infinite World—the outco might have been very different.
But there were no "ifs" anymore.
With heavy steps, he walked to Mayron Kess’s office.
"Co in."
Hearing the knock, Mayron Kess allowed him in while continuing a call with a supplier.
"I’ve already told you—the price of this chip has to be reduced by another ten percent."
"That’s absolutely impossible, Mr. Mayron Kess. We’re already selling at a loss. If we lower it further, I can’t answer to our shareholders."
Mayron Kess shook his head. "That’s not my concern. This chip is optional for us, but for you, this is a rare and valuable order. You must lower the price enough for to buy. You can rest assured, though—once volu reaches a certain scale, you’ll make a profit later on, and a massive one."
"Frankly speaking, I can’t gamble on uncertain future outcos."
Mayron Kess replied flatly, "Then think it over. I’ve got other business to attend to—several suppliers are waiting on ."
"I—"
Mayron Kess decisively hung up the phone and turned to the head of the ga developnt departnt.
"What is it?" he asked. "What do you need?"
"Boss, today more than a dozen ga developers have submitted resignations together."
"Hmm? More than a dozen? Why so many?"Mayron Kess looked surprised.
"Um... have you not been following any gaming news lately?"
"I don’t really pay attention to that. As long as gas make money, that’s enough. Why bother with news? Is this about Gastar Electronic Entertainnt again?"
"No—not exactly their moves, but it does have sothing to do with them."
"What exactly?" Mayron Kess asked, suddenly more interested.
"It’s about a ga we previously handed over to their group—one that beca part of their lineup."
"Oh, I think I rember... that ga... what was it called again?"
"Infinite World."
"Right, Infinite World. So what about it?"
"The ga is selling very well now. Recent sales have exceeded another one million copies."
"One million?" Mayron Kess scoffed. "Are you joking? That ga can still sell a million copies? Wasn’t its comrcial value already completely squeezed dry?"
"Well... the ga has been receiving continuous updates. A lot of content has been added to what was originally an empty shell, making it much more fun. Players started buying and playing again."
"You can do that?"Mayron Kess was genuinely surprised.
"Are these updates paid?"
"No, they’re all free."
"Then did the price go up?"
"No. It’s actually on sale—more than seventy percent off. It’s only selling for seven dollars now."
"That’s it?"Mayron Kess laughed.
"Isn’t that just losing money to make noise?"
"From the looks of it... yes."
"Then what’s there to worry about? Even if it sells another million copies, seven dollars tis two million is only fourteen million in revenue. The cost of continued free updates will exceed that anyway."
"That... we can’t really determine."
"Gastar Electronic Entertainnt really is incomprehensible. Oh right—you said more than a dozen people resigned. This is related to Infinite World?"
"Yes. There’s been a lot of mocking and ridicule online lately—aid directly at us."
"So what if they mock us?"Mayron Kess shrugged. "What’s the big deal?"
What he truly cared about were Mikufu’s core products—smartphones and personal PCs. Consoles and gas were secondary at best.
Even if video gas and consoles were mocked into the ground, it didn’t matter—as long as they made money.
Mayron Kess was obsessively focused on what he cared about, and completely dismissive— disdainful—of what he didn’t.
Even now, he hadn’t fully shed his condescending attitude toward gas.
To him, video gas were nothing more than tools for making money.
As long as a tool served its function, nothing else mattered.
"The problem is that the ridicule broke our employees’ morale," the departnt head said. "They no longer want to stay with this company."
As he spoke, he placed all the resignation letters—more than a dozen of them—onto Mayron Kess’s desk.
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