Game Director from Hell - Chapter 99: Livestream- 2

Let’s be clear before we go on any further.

The creation of this Studio Rewind is not solely my doing; it’s the result of collaboration with the employees who worked together.

However, I am the decision-maker nonetheless. So, this is my company. Absolutely.

I can’t stand the horrifying situation of a furry heroine appearing in our game. There should be no misunderstandings. This was not an abuse of ownership but a responsibility as the person in charge.

Isn’t that what a person in charge is supposed to do?

If the people below go beyond verses 2 and 3 and go all the way to verse 4 and liberation day, then it’s my job to stop it.

That’s why the development team 2 came to me.

Nishimura, who faced me, said,

“Sacho (President), matte (wait)!”

Thud!

Nishimura knelt down. With a body already filled with muscles, he had a style where he shaved the sides and back of his head and tied only the top, giving off an intimidating presence.

I asked, trying to hide the tremor in my voice, “What is it?”

Nishimura’s bloodshot eyes showed determination. “Give me one more chance! I will definitely win this time!”

What nonsense is this?

“I’m ashamed, but I let my guard down! But I, Nishimura Keisuke, don’t want to win by cowardly relying on external forces as an employee! I want to win with my own hands!”

I really don’t understand what he’s saying. My eyes twitched.

“Sacho (President)! I don’t ask for much! Just one thing in the duel clause… Please add it!”

I don’t know what a duel trial clause is. I didn’t even have time to say such things.

“I’ll stop it! With this fist! Kono Projecto wa Ore ga Mamoeru (I will protect this project)!”

Thud!

This time, he hit his head on the ground.

The employees of Team 2 started whispering as they watched the scene.

“Hey! Nishimura, did you bow your head to the royal family?”

“This is the first time Nishimura has been so sincere!”

“Ah, is this the first appeal duel in the history of Team 2…?”

One thing was certain. These people, having been tainted by a strange corporate culture, seemed to have collectively lost their minds. But that strange atmosphere silenced me. There was a passing ominous thought.

If I forcefully push my intentions here… Team 2’s autonomy is compromised. In other words, leaving a bad precedent in the development process.

That’s what I am most wary of.

What was the original intention of separating Team 2 in the first place?

It was to exclude, as much as possible, external factors like ‘me’ from the results of the synergy they create internally. Having experienced corporate life and losing authority due to external pressure, I know this.

Just the thought that there might be upper-level pressure can lead a director to start self-censorship. This leads to restricted creativity and soon results in an imperfect product.

I let out a deep sigh. I washed my face, and soon asked Nishimura. Yes, that appeal duel or whatever…

“Just tell me this.”

“Hah!”

“Are you sure you can win?”

Whatever happens, if Nishimura wins, it means the furry heroine will be deleted. It was a question I asked, taking a step back from the judgment that internal problems should be solved internally. At that moment, Nishimura’s eyes became moist.

Gradually, he knelt with one knee, placed his fist on his chest, and raised his head in a posture that exuded passion. His voice was filled with emotion.

“Honorable–!”

“Waaaaah!!!”

…I just want to run away.

—

The duel trial had been conducted with only one clause until now.

That clause was “the winner’s words are justice.”

The development team 2 had never ever questioned this clause.

However, with the sudden appearance of a demonic storm, doubts about this clause began to arise, leading to the Black Assassins’ leader Nishimura Keisuke appealing to the royal court.

Thus came the second provision of the duel trial.

『In the event that the outcome of the martial arts is judged to have a negative impact not only on the martial world but also on the entire Central Plain, one re-match is allowed under the supervision of the royal court.』

It was the era of transformation for the Central Plain (Development Team 2).

“Hey, loser.”

Ferri Cheonma Zelen Copson, standing on the ring, smirked and spoke to Nishimura with a malicious smile.

“To go running to the director for help, aren’t you embarrassed as a boxer?”

With determination, Nishimura took off his glasses and adjusted his mouthpiece. His eyes, unlike usual, shone with a brilliance reminiscent of a master facing life and death.

“You’re wrong, Copson.”

He put on his gloves.

“I am not a boxer…”

He adjusted his stance.

“…I am the director.”

Thud!

Copson also adjusted his posture and responded, “The director is a boxer. Ignorant fool.”

In the stormy night, who was right would be revealed by the results of this fight. In the 49-square-meter square ring, once you stepped in, there was no going back.

Supporters on both sides watching the martial arts erupted in cheers.

“Nishimura-san! Please protect Paimon-chan!”

“Copson! Show the world that we were right!”

Somewhere, the Emperor, with a worried expression, clenched his fist. Beside him, Princess Ayoon laughed, saying, “Anyone, win!”

Seorim asked the Emperor (Yeonho), “Senior, is this true?”

“Don’t ask me. I don’t know. Why did things turn out like this?”

The Emperor’s concerns about the overwhelming power of the martial world were deepening day by day, but that’s another story.

Boom!

The battle for the fate of the project began.

“Copseuuuuu!”

“Nishimuraaah!”

The two men’s fists flew through the air.

From the beginning, it was a full-power fight, showing their determination for the duel.

Copson was overflowing with confidence. Based on his awakened Absorption Law, he tried to wear down Nishimura, and this attempt was being executed with overwhelming reach through the difference in skill.

Nishimura endured it while biting his lips.

As a typical in-fighting boxer, he was helpless against the difference in arm length.

However, there was a fact that should not be forgotten.

Any martial art is completed through the training of the mind and body, cultivating energy through the body.

A truly strong martial artist is someone who, through the unity of mind and body, can manifest their willpower into their fist.

Nishimura could not lose.

He loved all kinds of women, whether young or old, frail or voluptuous, but there was one thing he did not love – a furry little creature.

Many otaku colleagues were convinced of this.

“You are not a sage, but a devil!”

The Demon’s Relic had to be a paradise for otakus.

Or perhaps, a paradise for demons…!

“No!!!”

Thunk!

Continuing to receive attacks that followed with a triple jab, Nishimura successfully secured the initiative.

Copson’s eyes widened as if they were about to tear.

-How?!

His meaning was conveyed through his eyes.

Nishimura responded with his eyes.

– Ah, it’s the will…!

His fist was loaded.

Copson also, biting it, adopted a straight guard position.

Finally, both fists accurately shot towards each other’s heads at the same moment.

Bang!

Cross Counter.

For a moment, the space froze.

“What, what’s going on? Who won?!”

“Hey, referee! Hurry up and confirm!”

But there was no time for a referee to step forward.

Thud!

Knees hit the ground.

It was Copson.

“Kyuuk…!”

Copson, an outboxer who relied on richness and control, was unable to compete head-to-head with Nishimura, a hard-punching infighter.

Nevertheless, the reason he counterattacked with a cross counter was because he felt the burning will Nishimura had and was compelled to honor it to his fullest at the last moment.

“Ah, defeat…”

Copson looked blankly at the ceiling and smiled, as if he felt relieved.

“You won, Otaku.”

Nishimura, feeling his breath settle, took off his gloves and extended his hand.

“No, it’s not a complete victory since it was a duel that relied on external forces from the beginning.”

“What?”

“Come to think of it, I forgot about Paimon-chan’s otokonoko setting. It’s impossible to make a male character…”

As Copson sat down dejectedly, Nishimura, as if consoling him, raised him by the shoulders.

“…but transforming into a male lion form should be possible.”

Copson’s eyes moistened.

He gritted his teeth, swallowing his emotions. He then answered with a helpless smile.

“You fool.”

“It’s the winner’s leniency. Come on, let’s get back to work.”

The audience rose and gave a standing ovation to the two supporting each other.

“Wow!”

Thus, the First Sima Great War concluded with a dramatic reconciliation.

Seorim said, “Couldn’t this have been resolved through words from the beginning?”

“… “

The Emperor did not answer.

He no longer wanted to think about Development Team 2.

—

The development status report for Team 2, which had been full of talk and turmoil, was finally completed. Although it seemed like I had done nothing other than watch the sparring, anyway.

“The script is roughly written. Have you finished checking the presentation?”

Yeonho nodded in response to Yang Gilsang’s question.

“Yes. I think we can go in right away if you wish.”

The temporary broadcasting room was created inside the studio.

“Have you seen it? There seems to be quite an expectation from the community.”

“It’s a bit much, isn’t it?”

It wasn’t just casual talk; there was genuine anticipation. Despite being a simple broadcast for a brief presentation about upcoming projects, users started speculating wildly when they heard about two projects. The speculations were:

1. Creating Hellic 4 and developing a new IP alongside.

2. Making a traditional packaged game and venturing into online games.

3. Collaborating with another development company to create a new IP.

Each had its own reasoning, and that was the issue.

“Every speculation was wrong.”

Somehow, the guess that the new project would be a new IP was halfway correct, but the other two options, 2 and 3, were completely baseless guesses and yet had managed to gain credibility somehow.

The characteristics of a Korean development studio and the relationship with Russo played a role in this.

“I hope they won’t be disappointed.”

That’s all Yeonho was thinking while organizing the script again.

“Sir! I brought this…!”

Jo Ayoon handed me a white wig.

“What’s this, Ayoon?”

“Uh? Cross-dressing again today…”

“Not today.”

“Huh?”

“Not doing it today.”

Jo Ayoon pouted. Where did she find something like this…?

“Tsk…”

It was Yang Gilsang. He had his tongue tied.

“If you’re not interested, then fine. It’s two minutes before the broadcast!”

Already? I took a final deep breath while reorganizing my thoughts.

“Live streaming…”

There was excitement alongside the worries.

It was a chance to communicate with people who enjoyed my game and loved it. To actually interact with users was something I hadn’t done since a game exhibition. The rest was just online community reactions, but engaging in conversation with them alone brought a sense of romanticism.

Even though embarrassing, I couldn’t help but find interest in talking with those who liked me.

There would be no better opportunity than this to gauge the user impression of the project.

And so,

“The broadcast is starting!”

My face appeared on the screen.

Feeling a slight awkwardness, I spoke.

“Hello. I am Cheon Yeonho, the representative of Studio Rewind…”

Then the first chat message popped up.

[

TNotClearWithoutT: Why is this guy in drag? Lol

Helic4IsOut: Not fun;

]

It’s not easy, indeed.

And clearly, it wasn’t a romantic start.

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