Making Games Beats Playing Them, and Calyrex Falls from the Pedestal (Please Vote)

After Mingyou's relentless complaints and objections, Calyrex finally changed the Turnip Cult to Turnip Studio. It was still hard to take seriously, but at least it was a little better.

"So how many followers does your studio have now... No, I mean, how many employees?"

Mingyou asked out of curiosity.

He knew perfectly well that Calyrex's power came from faith. Without it, even a Caterpie could deal devastating quadruple-effective damage to Calyrex with a single Bug Bite.

To regain that power, Calyrex could no longer rely on miracles to fool people in an age when practically everyone was a materialist.

The easiest way to make a god was through the internet. Build a fan base, and people would start elevating you on their own. But first, you had to prove yourself. Why else would anyone believe in you?

Calyrex thought so too. Calyrex had noticed that many young people were obsessed with games and dreamed of becoming Pokémon Masters, so Calyrex had decided to start there. Calyrex had done plenty of preparation and studied hard.

Returning to Mingyou's question, Calyrex proudly raised Calyrex's head, the corners of Calyrex's mouth lifting slightly. "Isn't it obvious? Of course I have..."

"Not a single one!"

You sound awfully proud of that!

Mingyou stumbled and nearly landed on the floor. After all that, Calyrex had been getting carried away on Calyrex's own. When was this studio going to shut down?

"Woom?"

What's that?

Noticing that Mingyou was home, Ogerpon trotted in from outside. Ogerpon immediately spotted the fragrant Big Turnip beside him and grew curious.

Hearing Ogerpon, Calyrex slowly turned around. "Not a 'what.' I'm a Big Turnip."

"Woom?"

Can I eat you?

"Of course n— What are you doing?!"

Calyrex was about to answer when a powerful arm grabbed Calyrex. Snorlax lifted Calyrex