The season in Eternal World is divided into two parts: the first half runs from January to May, and the second half from July to November. June and December are preseason periods, during which points don’t matter, no matter how high you climb.
As a result, the quality of solo rank games plummets during preseason.
Players don’t take it seriously, and it shows.
So, for most Eternal World addicts, June and December are when they take breaks.
Playing feels like just messing around in casual games, which isn’t satisfying and only leads to frustration.
I’m no different. I may not be a game addict, but I’ve got a lot on my plate.
Time to get serious about game development again.
This time, I wanted to create a game that wouldn’t end up scrapped.
“What kind of game are you working on?”
“It’s a secret.”
“A secret? Even from me?”
“Bunnyrun, you have plenty of secrets from me too.”
Those who try to uncover someone else’s secrets should be prepared to reveal their own. Taking only others’ secrets without offering any of your own—well, that’s just unethical.
“I don’t have any secrets.”
“Oh, really?”
“Come on, I’ve been streaming since I was a kid. How could I have secrets?”
“Hold on a second.”
At this bold claim, I opened up her wiki page. It was time to catch this liar.
“It says here you’ve never been in a relationship. Hmmm.”
“So what?”
“Never been in a relationship?”
Bunnyrun’s voice dropped for a moment under my questioning.
“Are you saying I look like I’d be out there dating, drinking, or smoking?”
“I didn’t say that. Actually, come to think of it, it’s no surprise you haven’t been in a relationship.”
I quickly scanned through other parts of her wiki.
“‘Has never been to the beach.’ Is that just part of your role-play?”
“No, that’s true.”
“Really?”
“…”
I was honestly surprised. She hadn’t even seen the beach once?
I closed the wiki. The verdict was in.
“Alright, I’ll admit it. Bunnyrun, you really are a true disciple of the god of purity.”
“You know, sometimes when you talk, it reminds me of the chat.”
“Does that mean I feel familiar to you?”
“No, it’s more like… it feels like you’re dodging my questions.”
Such harsh words to someone like me, who’s made a solemn pledge to the god of sincerity. But pioneers are always misunderstood. I just had to bear it.
Bunnyrun sipped her coffee and asked,
“So, when are you planning to quit your part-time job?”
“Me?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll probably stick with it for a while.”
I had plenty of time to spare. Even working part-time three days a week didn’t interfere much with my main job.
Given the situation, I didn’t see any compelling reason to quit my part-time job.
Gaining experience was important to me, and this applied to all creators.
For example, if the protagonist in my game worked at a movie theater, I’d be able to describe it vividly—since I had firsthand experience working in one.
Experiences like these came with many benefits.
Meeting a variety of people was another advantage.
Take Lee Jinseop, who tried to swindle millions and even attempted to pocket an additional 50 million won—he was a source of creative inspiration.
He’s destined to appear in one of my future games.
In the end, rubbing shoulders with people is what sparks creativity.
“Forget about me. When are you planning to quit your part-time job, Bunnyrun?”
“I was… actually planning to quit when you did.”
“Then, looks like you’ve got at least another year.”
“A whole year?”
“Yep.”
Even if I quit early, it would only be to try something else—I don’t intend to stop working altogether.
“But you’ve got plenty of money now. If you add up all the earnings from Fantasy Life, it’s over half a billion won, right?”
“After taxes and fees, half of that’s gone.”
Especially with tax issues, I’d need to start looking for an accountant soon. The fact that I’d need an accountant? That actually felt pretty good.
“Anyway, Bunnyrun, you might want to consider quitting. It’s affecting your streams.”
“… I’ll think about it.”
At my suggestion, Bunnyrun sounded a bit down but then spoke up, as if she’d just remembered something.
“When’s your new game coming out?”
“Soon.”
“Really?”
Bunnyrun perked up, her eyes widening in surprise.
Well, it had been less than three months since I released Fantasy Life and only a month since the VR version launched. For a new game to be released so soon was… unexpected.
“I’m just a fast worker.”
“No matter how fast… is that even possible?”
“Tech has come a long way.”
Maybe she understood my explanation because she nodded, looking a bit dazed.
Sincerity does connect, after all.
“Yurim!”
Clank—the staff room door opened, and fellow part-timer Jin-hochan approached, holding a sandwich.
“Here, have a snack before you get back to work.”
“I’m clocking out soon, though.”
“Then take it home and eat while you work there.”
Since he’d handed it to me so insistently, I had no choice but to take a bite of the katsu sandwich. It was delicious.
After swallowing, I said, “You don’t need to buy these for me all the time.”
“Oh, it’s nothing. Thanks to your tip, I avoided losing a fortune.”
Lee Jinseop had been smoothly apprehended. Just as I’d expected, he was a repeat offender, so the police cooperated as soon as I reported him.
Apparently, the total damages he’d caused were close to a billion won. What a remarkable talent.
Thankfully, Lee Jinseop had invested over half of the borrowed money in cryptocurrency.
If he’d just blown it all, things would have been hopeless, but thanks to his investments, everyone managed to get their money back.
The recent surge in cryptocurrency prices also helped a lot.
I picked up the remaining katsu sandwich. Suddenly, a thought occurred to me, and I made an announcement.
“You really don’t have to buy me any gifts. I mean it.”
“…”
“So, you already bought one.”
“Just take it. It wasn’t that expensive.”
Jinhochan pulled out a neatly wrapped gift box. Just by looking at the size, I could tell it was a watch.
The price… Well, if everyone had chipped in, it was probably around the 1 million won range?
I glanced at Jinhochan’s face. His expression was so filled with anticipation it was practically overflowing. It had to be at least in the 3 million won range.
Why go for something that expensive? With an internal sigh, I started unwrapping the package. As expected, it was a watch with a feminine design.
Was it a Cartier? From what I knew, this model cost around 3.8 million won.
Since there were thirteen of them, each must have paid about 300,000 won? Isn’t that a bit much?
“I covered 3 million myself. You know, it’s customary to give 10% as a thank-you if someone recovers your lost wallet, right?”
Jinhochan had almost lost 12 million won in this ordeal. I knew he was extremely grateful, but 10% of 12 million would be 1.2 million won, not 3 million. And even 1.2 million seemed a bit much, honestly.
Oh well. I give gifts and buy meals, so I guess that’ll balance things out somewhat.
After thanking him, I put on the watch, and Jinhochan looked thoroughly pleased.
Then I noticed Bunnyrun staring at it intently.
What’s with him now?
I was curious, but instead of asking, I got up from my seat. It was time to clock out.
After changing clothes and stepping out of the theater, Bunnyrun tagged along.
“Hey, do you want a ride?”
“It’s a five-minute walk?”
When I asked, not understanding, Bunnyrun’s lips pouted ever so slightly—so subtly that only a keen observer like me would even notice.
“I haven’t had dinner yet. Want to grab a bite?”
“Sure.”
Bunnies get lonely when left alone, yet too much handling stresses them out. It’s astounding that such a fussy animal even exists.
We soon arrived at a French restaurant. After sitting down at a table with a nice view of the city lights, I wiped my hands and asked,
“Were you planning a date with your boyfriend, but since it got canceled, you called me instead?”
“I told you, I don’t have a boyfriend. What are you talking about?”
“Can a place like this really be reserved an hour in advance?”
“It can, apparently.”
Maybe he got lucky. Guess nothing’s impossible.
“So why are you feeling lonely today?”
I went straight to the point. Counseling method number one: bluntness.
“Just… because.”
“Just because?”
Bunnyrun hesitated, unwilling to share. Fair enough.
I opened the menu.
Today, I planned to pay, so I selected a wine without even glancing at the price.
This is why people need to have a well-padded bank account.
The drastic change from just a while ago had my shoulders lifting with confidence.
“Unnie,” Bunnyrun finally spoke up. I met her gaze, signaling for her to go on.
She hesitated slightly before continuing. “You have a lot of friends besides me, don’t you?”
This was the most unfounded misunderstanding ever.
“I don’t have that many friends, actually.”
“You’re close with Peppe, Lumen, and even your coworkers…”
“If you put it that way, I’m also close with Inho.”
“You’re friends with him too…”
I understood her logic, though emotionally, it didn’t resonate with me much.
I wasn’t the kind of person to feel hurt over things like this.
“But you’re my first friend, Bunnyrun.”
“That’s Peppe, isn’t it?”
“Peppe’s on hiatus, so he doesn’t count.”
“Really?”
Bunnyrun’s mood visibly lifted. I sneaked a glance above her head, as if looking for bunny ears I could tug on.
The bread for our starter arrived, and Bunnyrun picked up a piece, chattering away.
“Unnie, you’re lucky. Everyone seems to love you.”
“‘Everyone’ is a bit of an exaggeration.”
“I want to buy you a gift too.”
“You already treated me to that omakase meal.”
“That was just a thank-you. I want to give you a gift purely for the sake of it.”
It seemed like she was aiming to win by giving me a gift purely out of sentiment, considering the other coworkers’ gifts were meant as tokens of appreciation.
Sure, it might seem like a silly competition, but people’s emotions aren’t always logical. Can’t relate? You must be a T-type.
I was indeed a T-type.
“Wow, I’m really looking forward to this gift.”
“Actually, unnie…”
“Yes?”
“Want to go shopping for it? For clothes.”
“Clothes?”
Bunnyrun nodded as she eyed my outfit.
“I’ve thought this before, but… your clothes, unnie…”
“Look like they’re the top-selling items from an online fashion platform?”
“Exactly.”
“That’s kind of what I’m going for.”
“That’s a waste of your looks, unnie. I’ll style you properly.”
Well, that sounded good. More experiences to draw from. Like if the main character in one of my games ever had to navigate fashion… (and so on).
“Oh.”
“What?”
“There’s someone else like me who could use this too. Can I invite him along? I’ll cover his share.”
“I don’t mind. Who?”
With Bunnyrun’s approval, I messaged the person in question as I answered.
“Inho. He uses the same shopping site as I do.”
Getting Bunnyrun’s fashion expertise would definitely help him, too. He’s been helpful with work and even inspired a lot of my game ideas, so this was the perfect opportunity to return the favor.
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