In the world of games, arcade owners and players were natural enemies because of their opposing positions. Customers—players—wanted to take prizes from the arcade, while the owner's duty was to protect those prizes and keep them from being taken. This was Manager Yamato's conviction and belief at the run-down arcade!
If customers' weapons were skill and technique, then the owner's weapons were every machine in the arcade. Manager Yamato had absolute faith in his weapons. Over the past dozen years, these machines had accompanied him as he faced wave after wave of defeated challengers. Stepping over the corpses of those losers, Manager Yamato had reached the pinnacle—no one dared come challenge him at his arcade anymore!
Ahem, of course, he had paid a tiny price as well. For example, with no customers coming in anymore, he could no longer pay the rent. But he had no regrets. So what if he could not afford the rent? He had become king in the world of games. Kings were proud, lonely, and poor...
Therefore, when he heard Umaru say that she wanted to take away the most prizes at the least cost, Manager Yamato not only dismissed it, but even wanted to laugh. Another customer was about to be bullied to tears by his machines. He murmured under his breath:
"Machines, fight this final battle well. Let the name of the king spread once more! The king's oath—never let a single customer take a prize from this arcade!"
Clerk Kawatani, listening to the manager's muttering: "..."
Tomorrow, he should probably look for another part-time job. This place was completely beyond saving!
Meanwhile.
"Take the most prizes at the least cost?" Sogo Doma was also taken aback. Not because the statement was unrealistic, but because this useless little sister had suddenly caught fire