Chapter 339 ·The Sea Calls Me (1)?

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Calls Me (1)

The day after the tournament.

Lee Gyeongbok returned home after finishing his morning workout as usual.

'My condition is better than I thought...?'

He had expected the match with Shoulder to have left him with a fair amount of mental fatigue. Moreover, while preparing for the tournament, he hadn't even taken a break from broadcast—instead, he had turned it off and prepared separately, which must have caused accumulated fatigue. He assumed the same for his friends and staff, so he decided to go on a break day today.

'Did my stamina actually improve...?'

Lee Gyeongbok stroked his chin in puzzlement. Strangely enough, his body was still full of energy.

At any rate, it wasn't a bad thing. Just then, as Gyeongbok was about to get ready for a shower, a series of vibrations buzzed from his phone.

'Huh? Aunt?'

The call was from Yang Gyuri. Had something happened?

But he didn't feel particularly worried, so Lee Gyeongbok answered right away.

"Yes, aunt."

〈Hey, Gyeongbok. Did you have breakfast?〉

It had been a while since they'd spoken on the phone, but Yang Gyuri spoke as if continuing a conversation from just yesterday.

Gyeongbok chuckled and answered.

"I just came back from exercising. I was about to shower and eat. Did you eat already, aunt?"

〈Ah, did you? I hurried and ate already. The reason I called isn't anything special...〉

Yang Gyuri lightly cleared her throat and continued.

〈I heard you won some game tournament? I called to congratulate you.〉

"Huh? How did you know? Did you watch the broadcast?"

Surprised by the unexpected congratulations, Gyeongbok asked, and he heard laughter over the call.

〈Oh my, Gyeongbok. Sorry, I was too busy to watch the broadcast. But I saw it on your Q-tube instead. Even old folks like me know how to use Q-tube these days, you know.〉

"Ah, I see. Thank you so much! But Aunt, you're not an old lady. You live so young."

Gyeongbok laughed along with her.

"I've been wanting to treat you to a meal soon, actually."

〈Ay, it's fine. We're both busy—let's see each other when we have free time. Otherwise, it'll look like I only called to get a meal out of you, right?〉

"Then, I'll call you first to set up a meal later. You have to make time for me then, okay?"

〈Oh, you speak so nicely as always, Gyeongbok. Well then, I'll make time, even if I don't have any.〉

Hearing her cheerful laughter over the phone made Gyeongbok smile as well.

〈Ah, and Gyeongbok.〉

But Yang Gyuri's voice soon changed tone.

"Yes, aunt?"

〈So, after you entered the tournament yesterday... was there anything different about your body or anything like that?〉

"Different?"

Gyeongbok sounded puzzled, and Yang Gyuri replied in a serious voice.

〈I saw in the video, that tournament was pretty big, right? There were loads of people there too. But the energy those people were giving off wasn't trivial.〉

"Ah, yes. They really cheered hard for me."

Gyeongbok recalled the overwhelming energy he'd felt from his fans. He had never been so happy in his life.

〈That's right. But, you see, for people like us who are sensitive to energy, we can get affected, you know?〉

"... Affected? What kind of effect?"

〈Hmm, it's hard to pinpoint exactly. Not everyone is affected the same way. If you're someone with a spirit residing in you, it might change things depending on which spirit is there.〉

He realized it intuitively.

The real reason for Yang Gyuri's call was not only to congratulate but to ask about this.

〈Some people block external energy entirely, while others gather it all and store it up. And actually, gathering is better—but if you block, that can cause problems.〉

"Problems? Like what...?"

〈Well, energy has to be blocked with energy, right? When you resist energy, you spend your own spiritual strength. That's what people mean when they say they're 'drained' by energy.〉

"I..."

Gyeongbok mulled over his experience at the tournament. He was sure he hadn't suffered anything unpleasant like she described.

"I'm fine. Actually, I was really happy thanks to all the cheering."

〈Really? Oh, good. Anyway, you do seem to have a constitution that receives energy well. In that case, guess you really are the kind that lives off energy! If what the Goddess said is true, your vessel must be special too.〉

Listening to Gyuri's relieved tone, an idea came to Gyeongbok.

'Ah, then back then, could it have been because of that...?'

That unfamiliar experience during the match with Shoulder—the ability to see multiple afterimages at once—maybe that was thanks to the energy given by the fans' cheers.

〈I just called because I was worried in case anything bad happened to you.〉

"I'm perfectly fine. Better off than before, really."

〈Good, good. Oh my, I kept you too long. You must be hungry. Go shower and eat quick.〉

"Yes, thank you. I'll be in touch soon!"

After ending the call, Gyeongbok checked the time.

'I should get ready, I guess.'

Even on a break day, that didn't mean he was without a schedule.

* * *

Early afternoon, a Korean beef omakase restaurant.

Lee Gyeongbok followed the staff and entered a room inside.

"Ah, you're here."

The one who had arrived first was Eclipse. He greeted Gyeongbok with a bright smile.

"Always punctual as ever."

"Is Genome hyung not here yet?"

"He messaged earlier saying he'll be a bit late."

This time, Eclipse was the host of the gathering. He had won 4 out of the 7 rounds, netting nearly two-thirds of the prize pool. As a result, he'd received even more than Gyeongbok, who had been the main star of the tournament. So after the broadcast, Eclipse had promised to treat everyone to a meal as a sort of male division after-party.

"It would've been nice if Skullkim could join us too. It's a shame."

"He had a previous engagement, so nothing we can do. It's not like today's the only day—we can catch up next time."

Skullkim, unfortunately, had a prior engagement from before the tournament. As they chatted, the door opened.

"Hwa, good, I'm not late!"

The person who entered was Genome. He looked relieved to see the empty table.

"Ah, welcome."

"Hey, hyung. Why are those sunglasses so huge?"

Gyeongbok laughed and pointed at Genome's face—a pair of oversized sunglasses.

"Man, just in case someone recognizes me!"

"They're so big, they stand out even more."

"Hey, it's still good that I wore them. Seriously, even on a weekday, there were quite a lot of people in the area today. Rich neighborhoods really are on another level."

Genome rattled off as he sat down.

"Still, people in these places probably aren't from our viewer base, right?"

"What are you talking about? Rich people's hobbies aren't all that different. Why do you think 'whales' exist?"

"Haha... I see."

Eclipse laughed awkwardly. Gyeongbok wondered why, but soon turned his attention away.

"We'll prepare your meals now."

A staff member came in and placed beautiful, ruby-colored beef on the table. There was an audible sigh of admiration from all three.

"Wow... the marbling is amazing."

"Dude, this is definitely going to taste good."

Genome soon smiled.

"Ah, I have to take a picture of this."

"Hm? Hyung, do you even use SNS?"

"It's not that—I want to show Skullkim and tease him."

"Wow, you're wicked."

"If he's jealous, he should have come!"

Their banter brought a smile back to Eclipse as well.

"I'm glad it's to your liking. Let me know if you want more."

"Thanks, I will."

"Let's dig in."

As they filled up with food, the conversation continued—usually kicked off by Genome.

"Ah, Decibel decided to fully switch to variety games."

"Oh? Really?"

"Yeah. After the tournament, she contacted me, asking for game recommendations."

"Smart move. She has a lot of talent—it's a waste to only do rhythm games."

"I agree."

Genome gestured toward Gyeongbok.

"Hey, by the way, Decibel is surprisingly similar to you."

"To me?"

"She focused only on rhythm games, so her experience in other genres is totally at newbie level. I told her to ask you, but she refused."

"Huh? Why? Did I do something wrong?"

"That's not it. I don't know her all that well, but even just from her appearance on stream, you can get a feel for her."

The unexpected answer came from Eclipse.

"I think she didn't want to owe you any more."

"Oh, spot on. She already benefited a lot from that collaboration stream with you and didn't want to take up more of your time."

Genome nodded, laughing.

"Actually, she said she wants to help *you* next time. Decibel really is such a sweet person."

"Yeah, she seems genuinely kind, not just for the broadcast."

Gyeongbok recalled the positive energy he'd felt from Decibel.

"So, what games did you recommend?"

"I told her to just try whatever appeals to her. Even stuff she's never played before or that she thinks she might be good at."

After wolfing down a well-cooked piece of beef, Genome clapped his hands lightly.

"Oh, right. She joined the PerG-Day fancafe. I told her the game recommendations board would be helpful."

"Oh, that's a good place. I started Metal Punch after seeing a post there."

Genome nodded and looked back and forth between the other two.

"So, what about you two? Will you keep playing Metal Punch?"

"Ah, yes. I want to keep going a bit. It's fun, and I at least have to reach the Omega threshold."

Eclipse answered first. Gyeongbok, on the other hand, frowned slightly.

"For me, it's kind of... ambiguous whether I'll continue."

"That's not surprising. Traditionally, fighting games don't have an ending. Shoulder was pretty much the end-boss and you already beat him."

"Yeah, I even cleared the story mode."

Gyeongbok also cleared Brawl mode with Shoulder and beat him in a showdown.

"Honestly, playing more now would be a bit like seal-clubbing."

"True. I'll have to discuss with the staff, but I'll probably start a new game. I'll check the recommendations board again too."

Genome and Eclipse both nodded.

"Yeah. Ah, maybe because of the tournament, the fancafe's membership has massively increased."

"Yes, I saw that too. Looks like the female division streamers' fans joined as well."

They all laughed.

"Kuu, now that's what you call the perfect trickle-down effect."

None of this would have happened without Gyeongbok.

* * *

Around the same time, in Japan.

Log Games' marketing team and NEVER JAPAN's Logline team were holding a meeting.

"To be honest, I was quite negative when I first heard the meeting proposal."

Even if they were a subsidiary, they were independently operated. NEVER JAPAN's meeting proposal could have felt like pressure from headquarters. Log Games might not have been entirely enthusiastic.

"But meeting you in person, I actually appreciate the proposal. I can't see any reason to turn it down—in fact, I'm grateful."

However, the meeting was proceeding smoothly thanks to the content of the proposal itself.

"Purple was a highly desirable influencer for us. But since the necessary costs were so high, we couldn't easily push forward with any marketing."

Lee Gyeongbok's value was increasing by the day. Moreover, he wasn't Japanese, he was Korean. For Log Games, they had to wait for the Korean headquarters to step up. But this time, nEVER JAPAN came forward directly for a collaboration proposal.

"That's right. If we cooperate on this promotion, both sides can share the burden, and it'll be a great deal for Purple as well. That should make negotiation easier."

"Yes, but the crucial thing is choosing which game we promote..."

As they said that, the marketing team gave a somewhat awkward smile.

"Normally, you select the influencer to fit the game, not the other way around. It's backwards now."

This went against standard marketing procedure. Normally, it would be unthinkable. But with someone like Lee Gyeongbok, it was possible.

"Purple would be a great fit for any game."

This was the conclusion drawn after considering his skills and the goodwill and recognition he'd accrued.

"That's the 'Perfect Common Sense' at work, I think."

"I agree. But since he's a streamer from Korea, it would be easier to approach him with a global service title."

The marketing team speedily scanned their lineup.

"Most of our main titles are mobile games, but I don't think he's done many mobile game ads."

"Ah, right. He did promote RDR and Gunner Ground Showdown with us. But as I recall, those weren't gameplay ads."

"Mobile games just aren't as mainstream for streaming, after all. In that case..."

Among streamers, capsule games were still king. He waved his hand, summoning a hologram.

"A cross-platform title would be best."

Log Games' choice—'cross-platform'—meant support for playing on two or more device types. In other words, fans could play the game on Capsule or mobile, whatever their preference.

"Ah, yes, that's perfect."

The Logline team watched the hologram and nodded.

Vast oceans, ships, skull flags, and treasures.

And the name floating above them.

['Age of Oceans']

The Age of Oceans.

A game set on the seas.

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