"Looking at it this way, my earlier caution really was the right choice." Hashimoto Maya felt relieved. "Good thing I didn't let down my guard like President Yamazaki did. Otherwise..."
Glancing at Dangerous Island, which he had built with his own hands and which brimmed with killing intent, Hashimoto Maya imagined countless possible scenarios and couldn't help drawing several sharp breaths.
Some people were deeply worried about their futures, while others were seething with killing intent over a nonsensical trash game.
"Why are there suddenly so many intimate interactions?" After another horrifying CG popped up, Curacao resisted the urge to punch through the screen, quit the game for the moment, and chugged half a bottle of cola to calm down.
"Turn around and you'll bump into each other's arms. If you control the angle while turning, you can even kiss on the lips... What the hell is wrong with this plot?! The elevator is a little cramped, sure, but it could still fit countless people between the two of them."
But in this game? No matter where she moved her character, Jiang Xia followed behind like a ghost, always ready to bump into her, kiss her, hug her, or something else.
"I never should have opened it." Curacao sighed toward the sky. "The planners for this game are completely beyond saving. If I keep playing, I'm afraid I'll mutate too."
The pressure she had built up in real life was effortlessly drowned beneath the overwhelming pressure from the game. Curacao reached a strange, subtle sort of relaxation.
She was wondering whether to use this rare break to dig out some of the older, more combat-focused games and revisit them when her phone buzzed. Vodka had sent her an email.
"Hm?"
After a brief moment of confusion, Curacao recalled that