Mayron Kess truly hadn’t expected this.
He hadn’t expected Gastar Electronic Entertainnt to wield this kind of influence.
Not only could it impact his businesses—it could even affect his employees.
Was this... personal charisma?
On the dozen-plus resignation letters, no reasons were filled in.
Those employees were probably giving Mikufu one last shred of dignity.
They were all excellent ga developers and had no shortage of options elsewhere.
If life at this company felt stifling, then why not try their luck sowhere else?
This was the golden age of ga developnt.
Thanks to Gastar Electronic Entertainnt’s continuous output of high-quality gas, the entire market was developing in a healthy direction.
Good gas were no longer easily buried, and players were very willing to pay for quality.
For ga developers like them, finding work was never the problem.
So if that was the case, why stay at a company that didn’t respect them?
Just to suffer?
Ga studios were springing up like bamboo shoots after the rain—each with its own strengths, style, and audience.
As long as you worked hard and took things seriously, you wouldn’t starve.
And if all else failed, you could always make indie gas. As long as the quality was decent, you could get official recomndations on Gastar’s BattleNet platform.
So people who had resigned early from Mikufu had already made money developing indie gas.
A few had even achieved financial freedom.
"Let them go."
"Boss?"
"I said let them go. Losing a few people won’t affect our operations that much, will it? We still have over a hundred employees."
Mayron Kess spoke casually, completely unconcerned.
"Boss, I have to say this," the head of the ga departnt finally couldn’t hold back."These people are veterans—highly skilled programrs and level designers. Their importance is no less than that of our chip and hardware experts."
At this point, even the departnt head found it hard to accept Mayron Kess’s attitude.
People often said geniuses tended to have extre personalities—apparently, that wasn’t wrong.
But Takayuki of Gastar Electronic Entertainnt was an exception.
Up to now, there had been nothing strange or extre about him.
On the contrary, he was known for valuing talent and being willing to help anyone.
Even back when relations with Mikufu were tense, Gastar’s Unreal Engine team still provided full engine support.
Granted, it required paying more—but still.
In that regard, Gastar Electronic Entertainnt—and Takayuki himself—had remarkable breadth of vision.
Now compare that to Mayron Kess.
All his talent points were invested in smartphones, electronic hardware, and operating systems.
As for everything else, he simply didn’t care.
Mikufu was actually quite good at discovering talent—but terrible at retaining it.
Not just the ga departnt: other divisions had also lost excellent people who couldn’t stand Mayron Kess’s personality.
In the end, Mayron Kess himself was a double-edged sword.
Working with him ant getting hurt sooner or later.
"Really? They’re that important?" Mayron Kess asked."Without them, developnt will suffer?"
"Yes!"
"Then hire more people," Mayron Kess replied."We collaborate with Oxford and Ivy League schools. Recruit more newcors. If one person isn’t enough, assign several people to cover the work of those who resigned."
"This..."
"Those who resigned have already made up their minds. We can’t easily change that. Trying to do so would cost even more. So it’s better to eliminate a batch and bring in new blood."
"...All right. I understand."
The departnt head finally gave in.
Mayron Kess wasn’t wrong—at least on the surface.
These people had resigned out of grievance, not just over salary or material conditions.
Once soone reached that point, it was extrely hard to persuade them to return.
On this point, Mayron Kess saw things clearly.
But he had no intention of changing.
He either didn’t understand why these people left—or didn’t care even if he did.
To him, the ga departnt was nothing more than a money-making tool.
Nothing beyond that mattered.
Mikufu’s so-called corporate culture never truly existed in the ga division anyway.
So what was there left to say?
The departnt head felt exhausted. He took the approved resignation letters and left.
Within no ti, the dozen-plus employees completed their exit procedures.
From that mont on, they were no longer part of Mikufu.
The instant they walked out, they cheered.
They’d been worried Mikufu might make things difficult—forcing them to sign non-compete agreents that would prevent them from working elsewhere for a ti.
Such clauses were usually not imposed on lower-level employees—it would be inhumane.
In reality, the departnt head himself was too worn out to care about such things.
Let it go.
He was tired.
At the sa ti, other employees in Mikufu’s ga division saw how easy it was to resign and began to waver.
Not everyone had the courage to leave a company outright.
Many preferred stability, even if the job was miserable.
But once soone took the lead, the mindset changed.
"Now that we’ve finally resigned... how about celebrating?"
Outside Mikufu’s office building, each of them was holding a cardboard box with personal belongings.
There was no sense of loss—only excitent.
Resigning felt like sothing to celebrate.
"Let’s go. My treat. We’ll drink at my place," one of them said."And we’re playing gas for seven days and seven nights—especially BattleNet gas. We’ve been holding it in for way too long."
"Exactly. The company outright banned employees from casually playing BattleNet gas. That was insane. I really don’t know what Mayron Kess was thinking."
"That guy’s obsessed. He’s not a gar at all—he just treats us like tools."
The dozen or so forr employees were in great spirits when soone suddenly approached them.
"Hello, gentlen. Are you forr employees of Mikufu’s ga division?"
"Yeah. What’s up?"
The man imdiately smiled. "Hello. I’m from Surui Electronics’ U.S. headquarters HR departnt. If you’re interested, we’d love to invite you to interview with us."
"...That fast?"
They were all stunned.
They’d heard stories from predecessors—how shortly after resigning, recruiters from well-known ga studios would co knocking.
But this was faster than expected.
"Sure. We’ll definitely take a look."
The HR representative smiled even wider."Excellent. Gentlen, whenever you’re ready, feel free to contact . We’ll patiently wait for your visit. I won’t disturb your celebration any further."
With that, he left imdiately, not getting in the way of their festivities.
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