Paradise / Part One
"You pick one." Nick brought Luke the game proposals and story scripts that the designers had wracked their brains over, working day and night to produce.
"Why do I need to pick?" Luke took the data chip Nick handed him, his face full of surprise.
"No need to pick?" Nick was stunned by Luke's words. Frowning, he asked, "Shouldn't we select the best of the best? Pick the one most likely to be accepted by that person and most likely to succeed once implemented?"
"That's what you do when resources are limited." Luke pointed out the limits of Nick's thinking. "When resources and manpower are insufficient, of course you focus first on developing and promoting the game with the highest chance of success. Once that game succeeds, it can in turn support other projects and strengthen the foundation.
But you need to understand something. We chose to carry out our goal through games, but that doesn't mean we're actually a game development company. The methods used in the real world don't apply to us."
Nick instantly woke up. At last, he realized where the vague feeling that something had been wrong these past few days had come from.
"These are the results of half the world's top game designers working together. I believe that if someone had to choose, it would be difficult. So there's no need to choose.
The Data Dimension has enough computing power to launch all of these projects at once. As for the final bill, I believe that as long as we achieve some results, the Master of the Nightmare Dimension will be willing to settle it.
We have enough resources, and someone will reimburse the expenses. Why hold ourselves back? If you selected these and brought them before me, then you