Hill had not meant to eavesdrop, but the Ster Family had left the window open while they talked, and their voices were loud.
Then again, his hearing might have been a little sharp.
The Ster Family clearly had no intention of keeping it secret, or they would not have talked with the window open. In theory, the people they brought into their base on Mage Avenue should all have been their most loyal subordinates. But things that worked in theory rarely followed any sensible rules.
What Dieter said was nothing unusual to Hill. In his memory, things like this happened all the time.
He did not mean the Moon Clan's wild behavior. Players causing trouble was hardly news.
He meant this game Oaisis had made, the one that needed a new patch every day.
Tch. He's just doing closed-beta work during the open beta.
Hill remembered other bosses reckless enough to try that. Their ventures had generally ended badly. If one lasted more than a month, it only proved the game had been dead on arrival.
Hill glanced up at the sky. A World Lord born as the embodiment of a World Will on an Earth-Element Law planet ought to be especially stubborn. Even if Oaisis hung on longer, Hill would give him a month at most.
Resting his chin on his hand, he thought with a smile, Did Oaisis skip internal testing altogether and go straight to open beta?
Tsk, tsk.
How many patches has that been now?
Judging by how the Moon Clan kept playing even after getting sent back to the drawing board, there had to be no substitute for this game where they came from. Not even a lower-end alternative.
Heh.
Did Oaisis take that world straight from 3D games into virtual reality?
*Now that would