He smiled and said with a smile.

"Mr. Chester, you are really worthy of being you. From this point of view, our number one is already stable."

But Chester's reaction confused Park Eun-ro.

I saw this SS-level game designer who was clamoring to smash Chu Jun before the start of today's competition.

At this moment, his brows were frowning, and his hands were intertwined and murmured.

"It shouldn't be like this... This game shouldn't be like this..."

"It has such a novel setting, and it shouldn't be set up in such a plot."

He shook his head a little lost.

"Mr. Chester? It's time to be happy now, right?" Park Eun-roo gently pressed his hand on his shoulder and pinched it.

He smiled brightly again: "Maybe because he lacks abilities, so he can't think of a novel plot anymore. This is normal, everyone's abilities are limited."

"No." Chester gently took off Park Eun-ro's hand that was put on his shoulder.

A small move made Park Eun-ro frown slightly.

"Lu, you are not a real game designer, you won't understand."

"A good game theme or setting is fate for us designers."

"It's like a good song for a singer, a good painting for a painter, and a good book for a writer."

"A true creator will do his best to perfect his content."

"Any designer would do everything he could to do to make it well even if he didn't participate in this hasty competition, he would have to make it perfect, do you know?"

Chester's serious tone made Park Eun-ro pull his tie unnaturally.

The reason why Chu Jun's hasty competition was entirely the result of his conspiracy with the Busan host.

But now, the people who have paid for it are all regretting that the game is not perfect because of the hasty time to participate.

This made Park Eun-ro look a little ugly.

These design people are indeed the same!

I think I am very noble and love my industry very much.

But in fact, it’s not for money?

In Park Eun-rou's opinion.

Whether it is games or other arts.

It’s just a label that hypocritical creators put on themselves, making themselves look taller and more majestic.

"Ph." With a contemptuous hum in his heart, Park Eun-roo took back his thoughts.

What if it doesn't matter.

Anyway, the champion has been won.

You are noble and I make my money.

Isn't this a good thing?

After this battle, Nexon won the first place in the Asian Games.

It is allowed to release new games created within one year in various countries in Asia.

This will definitely make a fortune.

I just need to think about how to add a charging mechanism to "The Journey of Time".

It definitely can’t be a buyout system, it’s too little to make only one-time money.

Just when Park Eun-ro was still thinking about how to make more money.

suddenly.

There were a burst of commotion after a while.

"Look, what is that?" Many viewers exclaimed.

It interrupted his thoughts and forced him to look up at the screen.

On the screen.

The game that was already over.

Even the game screen has been frozen.

Only the light and warm BGM was left to reverberate throughout the venue.

During the time the judges scored, in order to respect the game producer.

The game's BGM usually lets it automatically play until it ends.

And just when this BGM just closed the last ending.

A flashing snowflake suddenly appeared on the screen!

It's like an older TV can't receive a signal.

Immediately.

The little prince's demonized image suddenly appeared on the screen!

It floated gently in the air, grinning with a cowardly shoulder.

"Hahahahahaha...you don't really think that's the end, right?"

The audience who were still controversial about the plot came to an abrupt end.

The judges who were about to score the final total score also turned their heads to the screen, with an incredible look in their eyes.

The barrage in the live broadcast room is like a tide surging, and the screen is scrolling.

“WTF??”

"Damn it?!! This game is not over yet???"
Chapter completed!