A month had passed since 《FRONTIER SAGA》 was released.
“Yuu, come here for a second before you put on your socks.”
On the morning I was getting ready to go to kindergarten, my father called me from the living room. When I approached him with only one sock on, my father held out his smartphone as if he had been waiting for me.
What was displayed on the screen was the sales page for 《FRONTIER SAGA》.
“You showed it to me last night as well.”
“Since last night, the number has increased even more. Look, here.”
I couldn’t help but narrow my eyes when I saw the sales figures my father pointed to.
“…It’s increased again.”
“That’s why your reaction is strange. You sold this much just yesterday, you know?”
“I can see the numbers. They’re selling pretty well.”
“You’re acting like it’s no big deal. I think Dad was happier than you when your first LITTLE FRONTIER sold.”
“Even though it isn’t your game, Dad?”
“That doesn’t matter right now.”
Dad looked a little taken aback and looked down at the screen.
It wasn’t just the number of sales. Reviews, favorite registrations, video posts, streams, and posts on bulletin boards. All of them were different from what they had been immediately after release.
The first people who bought it were people who had been playing LITTLE FRONTIER.
Word of mouth spread from there.
When a streamer who defeated the Demon King head-on appeared, their strategy became a hot topic. When a player appeared who became a merchant, controlled logistics all over the continent and attacked the Demon King’s army with supplies, videos of it multiplied.
Someone who had spent 13 years on continuous magical research thought they had figured out the Demon King’s regenerative ability, and a village chief who had been cultivating a remote village led the residents and attacked the Demon King’s castle.
And recently, some players had even ended the war by marrying the Demon King after years of negotiations.
Every time someone finds a new way to play, someone else finds it interesting. It becomes a video, it becomes an article, it gets talked about on bulletin boards, and people who see it go and buy the game.
This cycle had continued for a month.
“Check out the reviews too. How many do you think increased just yesterday?”
“Dad, have you been looking at the sales page all morning?”
“…About five minutes.”
“Really?”
“About ten minutes.”
My mother looked at me from the kitchen.
“He’s been watching it for twenty minutes.”
“Mother…”
“I’ve told you three times that breakfast is getting cold.”
Dad cleared his throat and put down his smartphone.
“Anyway. Isn’t there something more, you know? A lot of people are playing with the things I made. Like jumping up and down.”
“I’ll be tired before I go to kindergarten.”
“That’s not what I meant…”
When I saw my father’s troubled face, I felt a little sorry.
It’s not that I’m not happy. In fact, I am happy.
Truly, I should have been even happier that someone I didn’t know chose something I made, or wrote that it was interesting.
However, the numbers were becoming too large.
I can imagine ten people.
Even with 100 people, I can still vaguely picture their faces.
My father is playing. Haru is playing.
There is someone whose name I don’t even know who originally bought LITTLE FRONTIER for 500 yen.
If I thought about it that way, I could vaguely imagine each of them playing.
However, as soon as the number reached 100,000 people, it suddenly became a “number” instead of a “person.”
I remembered that feeling.
Even in the previous world, I had seen similar numbers many times.
Number of enemies shot down, number of enemy ships destroyed, number of survivors, operational success rate, life expectancy prediction. The huge screen in the conference room was filled with numbers, sometimes in the millions and tens of millions.
“The weapon you developed saved an estimated 320 million people.”
That was what had been reported to me.
320 million people. That’s an incredible number.
Even though so many lives were said to have been saved, I could not imagine what kind of house any one of them lived in, who they ate breakfast with, what they liked, or what kind of smile they had on their face.
The bigger the number, the further away it became in my mind.
“Yuu?”
My father called my name, and I returned my attention to what was in front of me.
“What’s wrong? You suddenly went quiet.”
“I was just remembering something from the past. I have to go now.”
I put on my remaining sock and grabbed my bag.
Dad still seemed to want to say something, but he didn’t pursue it.
“I think the numbers will have increased again when you get back.”
“Then tell me, Dad.”
“…Isn’t that role completely Dad’s now?”
“You look like you’re having fun, so that’s good.”
“Well, it is fun.”
If that’s the case, there’s no problem.
“I’m going.”
“Go ahead. Watch where you’re walking.”
I went out the front door.
《FRONTIER SAGA》 is selling well.
A lot of people play it and say it’s fun.
I’m certainly happy.
But that joy was still a little far away.
◇
“Yuu, I want to play yesterday’s game again.”
That day at kindergarten, when I was getting ready to go home, Haru came up to me.
“Yesterday’s? The one where you fought with a sword?”
“Yes, that’s it! The Demon King one!”
It seemed like he didn’t remember its name properly yet.
“《FRONTIER SAGA》.”
“Freon…something!”
“You don’t remember it at all.”
“You’ll know if I say the Demon King’s game.”
It was hard to deny because it made sense.
I had only let him touch it once before.
However, unlike 《LITTLE FRONTIER》, 《FRONTIER SAGA》 was created with a slightly older audience in mind. That’s why the last time he played it, it ended with just a little fighting in the grassland.
“Are you coming to my house today?”
When Haru heard that, he leaned forward while holding his bag.
“Let’s go! Let’s continue from last time!”
“I’ll ask my mom.”
“Then I’ll ask my mom too!”
By the time he said that, he was already running to the other side of the classroom.
He’s so energetic.
◇
With permission from each of our mothers, Haru came to the house that evening.
When I put my laptop on the desk, Haru pulled up a chair and sat down next to me.
“Quickly, quickly.”
“It’s starting up now. The computer won’t speed up even if you rush it.”
“Can’t Yuu make it faster?”
“I can, but today is a game day, so I won’t modify it.”
“You can do it…”
He gave me an indescribable look.
I started 《FRONTIER SAGA》.
Instead of using the data from before, I decided to show him from the beginning today, so I created new data.
The screen went dark and the opening began.
A war a hundred years ago. The hero Alberto. The Demon King. A history of humanity being cornered. The main character who lost his father. A keepsake sword passed down to him.
For the first few tens of seconds, Haru obediently watched the screen as well.
However, his body gradually began to fidget. He tapped his fingers on the edge of the desk and lifted off his chair a little, until he finally pulled my sleeve in the middle of a sentence.
“Yuu, what does this say?”
“Which one?”
I looked at the sentence he pointed to.
–A hundred years ago, humanity lost the battle against the Demon King.
“‘A hundred years ago, humanity lost the battle against the Demon King.'”
“Humanity?”
“All humans.”
“Then, here.”
“‘Due to the invasion of the Demon King’s army…'”
“What’s invasion?”
“Attacking.”
“Then what’s this?”
He pointed to the next line.
Then, I finally realized what I had overlooked.
“…There are a lot of words.”
“There’s a lot.”
After Haru said this without any malice, he shifted his gaze to the edge of the screen.
“Can’t I move it yet?”
“It’s almost starting… Do you want to skip it?”
“I can skip it!?”
It was at that moment that his eyes shone brightest today.
“Then let’s skip it.”
I skipped the opening.
As soon as the protagonist appeared at the entrance of the village, Haru gripped the controller again.
“It moved!”
The protagonist ran from side to side, as if the fact that Haru had been looking bored just a moment ago was a lie. Not caring if he hit a wall, after circling around the houses a few times, he dashed out of the village exit and into the grassland.
A horned rabbit soon appeared.
“It’s here!”
“You can swing your sword by pressing the right button.”
“This one!”
He pushed it vigorously.
The sword cut the air right in front of the rabbit.
“Ah! One more time!”
He chased it and swung. This time he got it right.
“Did you see it? I won!”
“I’m watching properly.”
After chasing the horned rabbit several times and defeating it, materials dropped to the ground.
Haru immediately ran over.
“Something came out!”
“A horn and fur.”
“Can I use this?”
“You can sell it at the store, or you can process it and use it as material for equipment.”
“How?”
“First, go back to town and look for a blacksmith or a material shop.”
While explaining, I suddenly thought it would be quicker and opened the menu.
Equipment, possessions, abilities, skills, magic, encyclopedia, map, request records.
Haru’s fingers, which had been moving busily until just then, stopped.
“…Which one should I press?”
“You want to make your sword stronger, right?”
“I want to be strong.”
“Then let’s take a look at the equipment. Here.”
When I opened the equipment screen, swords, shields, armor, and rings were lined up.
Haru frowned a little as he selected the top sword.
“What’s this number?”
“Attack power. The bigger, the stronger.”
“Then, should this one be bigger too?”
“That’s weight, so bigger doesn’t mean better. Heavier weapons can be slower to swing.”
“What’s this?”
“Durability.”
“Dura…bility…?”
“How hard it is to break.”
In the middle of my explanation, Haru’s gaze wandered off the screen.
He looked out the window once, then looked at the menu again.
The controller fell onto his lap.
“Yuu.”
“What’s wrong?”
“This is difficult.”
It was a clear answer.
“…I see.”
Something small got stuck deep inside my chest.
Haru isn’t at fault.
《FRONTIER SAGA》 is not a game made for five-year-olds, so it’s not a failure if he can’t play it. In the first place, the intended player base is different.
In theory, I could immediately conclude that.
I was still curious.
“So, how was the fighting earlier?”
“I liked that part. Chasing the rabbit was fun.”
“What about running around?”
“I like it! I also want to find treasure chests.”
“So you enjoyed that part.”
“But if there are too many of these, it gets hard to understand.”
Haru said that while tracing the menu screen with his finger.
“If Yuu tells me, I can do it, but if I’m alone, I’ll probably pick something else.”
“You can go back even if you press the wrong one.”
“I might not even know if I’m going back.”
“…I see.”
“That’s why I can do it if Yuu is with me. But I can’t do it alone.”
Those words left a strange impression on me.
He can’t do it alone.
Hundreds of thousands of players are playing 《FRONTIER SAGA》.
New strategies are discovered on the bulletin boards almost every day. It seems the Strategy Wiki has given up on strategizing itself and even changed its name to “List of Confirmed Possibilities.”
The game I created has spread beyond my imagination.
Even so, it can’t reach the one friend in front of me unless I’m next to him.
“Haru, what kind of games do you think you’d be able to play by yourself?”
“Me?”
“A game that you could play alone at home without having to ask anyone.”
Haru started thinking with a serious face.
At times like this, he surprisingly doesn’t answer carelessly.
After a while, he pointed to the menu screen.
“First of all, it’d be better if there weren’t a lot of these things.”
“Letters or numbers?”
“I don’t like it when there are too many. Also, I want to start playing right away. Watching the story like before takes a long time.”
“I see. It’s better to be able to play from the very beginning.”
“Also, even if I fall, I want to come back right away.”
“Fall?”
“Last time I played, I fell off a cliff and died. When I tried again, I was far away.”
“Oh, that.”
Haru puffed out his cheeks, looking a little dissatisfied.
“I wanted to do it again, but it was too much trouble to walk all the way there again.”
“So even if you fail, it’s better to be able to try again right away.”
“Yes!”
“Is that all?”
“Is that all?”
“What else do you want?”
“Anything is fine as long as it’s fun.”
He said it simply, and his eyes had already returned to the game screen.
But to me, what he had just said sounded more difficult than making 《FRONTIER SAGA》.
You don’t have to read text.
You can understand without it being explained.
You can play right away once it starts.
Even if you fail, you can try again right away.
And on top of that, it’s fun.
“…That’s difficult.”
“What is?”
“What you just asked for.”
Haru looked deeply puzzled.
“But I said I wanted something easy?”
That was certainly true.
◇
That night, I opened my notebook in my room.
What I wrote at the top of a new page was
–A game that Haru can play alone.
It was one sentence.
My father was the first person to play LITTLE FRONTIER with me.
After that, with 《FRONTIER SAGA》, we tried to create something that more people could play.
Fight, become stronger, find things, collect them, and finally defeat the Demon King. We left it up to the player to decide what to do along the way, but the world itself was made as deep as possible.
This time it’s the other way around.
I don’t have to deal with a lot of people.
First, consider only Haru.
It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t sell or become a hot topic. There’s no need for adults to be able to play it for 100 hours.
Haru can start it himself even if I’m not next to him.
He knows what to do by himself.
And he laughs.
If I can do that, it will be a success this time.
I put together a summary of what happened during the day in my notebook.
Don’t make him read long sentences. Don’t give complicated explanations. He can touch it as soon as it starts up. Even if he fails, he can try again right then and there.
Once I finished writing it, there were few conditions.
“If it’s just this, it seems easy.”
The moment I said it, I thought it sounded a little suspicious.
◇
The first main character I drew had a sword.
It’s my usual habit.
After I finished drawing, I looked at it and immediately drew a line through it.
“If it has a sword, you’d want to fight.”
If I place an enemy, it will need to attack. If there is an attack, I’ll need differences in stamina and strength, and depending on the situation, I’ll also want defense and evasion.
That’s just 《FRONTIER SAGA》 again.
The sword disappeared.
So what should it do? Walk. Run. Jump.
Up to that point, Haru had been able to touch it without explanation.
The problem lies beyond that.
Should I add more attacks? No.
Should I use magic? Even further off.
Once I let him pick up items, I have to explain how to use them.
Levels and equipment are not what I want this time.
As a result of drawing a line through everything I thought of, the main character became a creature that could only walk and jump.
“…It’s just a stroll.”
That might be fun, but at least it’s not what I want to show Haru.
I put my elbows on the desk and thought.
What makes you want to touch something even if it isn’t explained to you?
At that time, I remembered the days we had played at kindergarten.
When Haru found a pill bug, he crouched down without me saying anything.
If he saw a line of ants, he would follow them.
Even when I poured water into the sandbox, I didn’t explain that “it flows here.” Amused by the movement of the water, he began digging a trench on his own.
I found it, so I touched it.
It moved, so I’ll chase it.
I tried it because I was curious.
There was no instruction manual.
“…Is that it?”
I redrew the main character’s picture.
A small, round, white creature.
It has short limbs, and its body sways a little when it walks.
I added just one thing this creature can do.
“What about sticking?”
It touches something and sticks to it.
In that case, just one button is enough.
However, what happens depends on what it sticks to.
For example, insects that are inflated like balloons are flying up and down in the sky.
If it sticks to one, the protagonist will rise into the sky with it.
There is no need for an explanation on how to fly.
Since the insect is already flying, you can kind of imagine it just by looking.
Next is a beast with a large shell.
Surprised at being stuck to, it curls up and rolls away. If there is a cracked rock at the end of the path, it hits it and breaks it.
I placed fish that swim quickly in the river.
The protagonist can enter the water alone, but its swimming speed is slow. If it sticks to a fish, it will move quickly through the water.
“With this, you don’t have to remember the names of abilities.”
Instead of reading what you can do on a menu, you look at what’s right in front of you and think about it.
If it’s a bird, it’s the sky. Water for fish. If it’s a hard-looking creature, you’ll want to try hitting it against something.
It would be nice if the things placed in the world could themselves explain how to play.
The moment I thought that, my pencil moved a little faster.
What will happen if it sticks to a cloud?
It’s fun to be carried away by the wind. Clouds that bring rain may be able to water dry flowers. Vines grow from the flowers and become new footholds.
“…That’s nice.”
Then, my usual habit appeared again.
Creatures that breathe fire could let it use flames. Big birds could let it fly freely.
If it sticks to a swordsman, he will defeat the enemies in its place. I can think of things. I can make them. That’s why I want to write them down.
However, after a while, I looked back at my notebook and frowned.
“It’s increasing again.”
If it can emit flames, it’ll need a new control.
If I let it fly freely, the player will have to learn how to move up and down.
If I include combat, I’ll want winning and losing and stamina.
What I had gone to the trouble of reducing was coming back in a different form.
I deleted them one by one.
What will the enemies do?
It could be boring if there was no danger at all. But there’s no need to defeat them.
What if they’re creatures that just obstruct the road?
If you touch one, you’ll be blown away a little.
Even if you fall into a hole, you’ll be wrapped in a bubble and brought back nearby.
Don’t make it a game over.
Instead of treating failure as a punishment, it immediately returns to the question, “So what do I do next?”
After thinking about it that much, I started wanting a boss too.
“But if I’m not letting him fight…”
A very large creature blocking the road.
If you move a mechanism by sticking to the things around you in order, a giant fruit rolls down from the top of the slope.
The fruit fits perfectly into the mouth of the large creature.
It gets a full stomach and goes to sleep. The road that was blocked opens.
It made me laugh a little when I thought about it.
“He’s more of a nuisance than a boss.”
But Haru would probably be happy with it.
What comes next after the forest?
Above the clouds would be nice.
The sea is also interesting.
Even inside a huge flower…
When I had written that far, I stopped my pencil.
“Again.”
It keeps increasing right away.
I’m used to making things.
I have always been good at adding new features and making things possible that were previously impossible.
In my previous life, that was also my job.
But this time it’s different.
Every time something is added, there’s a possibility that the game will move away from a place where Haru can play alone.
There were more erased marks on the notebook than written words.
“Was a simple game really this difficult?”
It’s not that I can’t make it. It was the opposite.
If I just create whatever comes to mind, I can do it as much as I like.
Fire, water, AI, magic, nations, and economies can all be created if necessary.
That’s why it’s difficult to decide what not to make.
Just reducing the number of controls won’t make the game easier to understand.
If there are too few functions, it isn’t interesting.
Being simple and being easy were not the same thing.
I couldn’t find the answer that day, so I opened my notebook the next day and the day after that.
Before I knew it, I was spending far more time agonizing with a pencil in hand than I was in front of my computer, which I could only use for one hour a day.
◇
“Don’t you look more troubled than when you were making the Demon King?”
After dinner, I had my notebook open again in the living room when my father peeked in from the side.
“It was easier with the Demon King.”
“That’s an ominous thing to say…”
Dad laughed and sat down in the chair next to me.
“So, what are you up against this time?”
“A simple game.”
“I see. Is that why you look like that?”
“Don’t laugh. It’s really difficult.”
“I’m not laughing. It’s just a little funny.”
“Isn’t that the same?”
“No, no. Up until now, even if you worried about ‘Can I do this?’, you never stopped for days thinking, ‘Should I include this?'”
The way he said it bothered me a little.
“You’ve been watching closely.”
“Because I’m your father. Also, you make me play a lot of games next to you.”
“You’re being made to?”
“I’m letting you have me play.”
“Okay.”
Dad laughed.
Then, I pulled the notebook a little closer to myself.
“Can I see it?”
“Go ahead.”
On the page, there was a picture of the sticking mechanism, and a large number of erased marks surrounding it.
“Move, jump, stick… is that all?”
“For now. But I want to change what it can do depending on what it sticks to. With flying insects it can float, and with fish it can swim fast.”
“Isn’t that interesting?”
“The problem is what comes after.”
I pointed to the erased part.
“If I want to make it use fire, I can. If I want it to fly freely, I can. I can also include combat. But each time I add something, there’s more to learn. It all looks interesting, so it feels like a waste to cut it out.”
“I see.”
“On the other hand, if I cut it down too much, I feel like I’ll end up with nothing. I want to make it simple enough that Haru can play by himself, but I don’t know how much of it I should leave in to make it interesting.”
Dad didn’t answer right away.
After looking at the notebook for a while, he looked at my face and tilted his head slightly.
“So you’re not stuck because you can’t make it, I guess.”
“I don’t have a problem with that. If it’s just the system, I can make it.”
“That’s right. If that’s the case, isn’t that what’s difficult?”
“What is?”
“Up until now, you’ve often given things up because you couldn’t do them.”
Those were surprising words.
“For example?”
“Even in the first game, you cut a lot of things because this computer wasn’t powerful enough. You were only allowed to use it for one hour a day.”
“That’s a limit Dad set.”
“It’s for your health.”
“I know.”
Dad shrugged his shoulders and continued.
“Not enough performance. Not enough time. If you have reasons like those, it’s easy to decide not to include something, right?”
“Well, if it’s not possible, I have no choice but to give up.”
“But it’s different now, isn’t it? You can make it if you think about it. If you wanted to include everything written in here, you could probably do it.”
“It’d take time, though.”
“Then, the most difficult thing is deciding not to make something even though you can make it, right?”
The moment he said that, I lowered my gaze to my notebook.
The erased words were lined up.
Magic. Battle. Equipment. Free flight. Towns. Growth.
I hadn’t deleted any of them because I couldn’t make them.
I can make everything.
Still, I thought it might be better not to include them in this game, so I deleted them.
“If you can’t do it, the reason is decided for you.”
Dad tapped the page covered in erased marks with his fingertips.
“But if you throw something away when you could make it, you have to decide for yourself whether you really don’t need it. Isn’t that scarier?”
“…Is it scary?”
“You come up with something that looks interesting, and then you throw it away. You might think later, ‘I should have included it.'”
After hearing that much, I finally understood what I had been stuck on.
“I see.”
“Your dad says nice things sometimes, right?”
“It would’ve been cooler if you hadn’t said that yourself at the end.”
“Being graded harshly by a five-year-old…”
I couldn’t help but laugh as my father pretended to clutch his chest.
However, thanks to that, my mind became a little more organized.
Until now, I had often thought about how I could make things.
What to implement? How can I make the world move more? How realistic can I make it?
When making 《FRONTIER SAGA》, I thought I had learned a little bit about cutting out unnecessary things.
However, it seems there was still a deep-rooted idea of “If I can, I’ll put it in.”
“Thank you, Dad. I understand quite a bit now.”
“Then when it’s finished, let Dad play it too.”
“Isn’t it for Haru?”
“Just because it’s for five-year-olds doesn’t mean adults can’t play it. I’d rather see if even your dad can play it without explanation.”
“That means we’ll be testing Dad under the same conditions as a five-year-old.”
“…Isn’t there another way to say it?”
“I wonder if there is?”
Dad looked dissatisfied, but he was smiling.
◇
I returned to my room and opened a new page in my notebook.
This time I didn’t start with “what I wanted to include.”
I decided first what I wouldn’t use this time.
No long explanations.
Don’t make it so you can’t play without reading numbers.
There’s no need for complicated menus, levels, equipment, or currency. Even if you fail, it won’t be a game over, and even when there’s something new to learn, the controls won’t increase beyond the three you already have.
As I continued to write, my doubts strangely diminished.
What was left was move, jump, and stick.
Only these three.
Instead, I’d increase what you can do with those three.
If you want to go to the sky, just stick to something flying.
If you want to move faster through water, just stick to something swimming.
If you want to break a rock, use a creature that looks hard and powerful.
“I want to try it” comes from the appearance of the world itself, not from explanatory text.
“Don’t I also have to write out the goal?”
Far away from the first screen.
I placed a huge tree that can be seen from anywhere.
It’s so large that it seems to reach the sky, and its leaves shine in rainbow colors.
I won’t explain why you’re going there.
There’s no need to save the world, and there’s no need to be ordered by a king.
If Haru just looks at the screen and thinks he wants to go there, that’s fine.
“At first…”
I placed a small step at the starting point.
If you bump into it while walking, you can jump over it. A kid who usually plays games probably won’t get lost there.
A little further ahead is a cliff that is too high to reach with a normal jump.
Nearby, a balloon-like insect is bobbing up and down.
When the protagonist approaches, the insect looks at it.
No text is displayed.
Only a small mark with the same shape as the stick button glows once.
When you press it, the main character sticks to the insect’s stomach.
The surprised insect floats upwards, and the protagonist is carried to the top of the cliff along with it.
Once Haru experiences this, he’ll definitely think about it the next time he finds another creature.
Maybe I can stick to that too.
Then he’ll try it himself.
“Next is the one with the shell.”
A sleeping shell beast is placed next to a cracked rock.
When it gets stuck to, it gets startled and starts running, crashing into the rock.
A quick fish in the river.
It’s obviously faster to stick to it than to swim normally. It’d be okay if it jumps out of the water and uses its momentum to carry you to the other shore.
As I was writing this, I began to imagine how Haru would react.
If he sticks to an insect and flies up into the sky, he’ll probably laugh out loud.
If the shell beast crashes into the rock, he might say, “I’ll try again.”
If a fish pulls him out of the water, he’ll probably want to see how far he can fly next.
When I imagined that scene, I could see someone playing much more clearly than the 100,000 people I saw that morning.
At the top of the notebook, I erased the first sentence I had written and wrote a new one.
–A game where Haru can laugh without asking anyone.
“This is it.”
The next game won’t be created to save the world.
It’s not to reach hundreds of thousands of people.
First, it’s made to make one friend laugh.
That’s good enough.
◇
The next day.
The hour that I could use that day had begun.
A small protagonist was displayed on the laptop screen.
A round, white body with short arms and legs. Every time it walked, its whole body wobbled.
I made it run for a little while. Made it jump. This much had been done by yesterday.
Today was beyond that. I placed a balloon-like insect in front of it.
The insect moved up and down leisurely, occasionally turning its head towards the protagonist.
I brought the protagonist closer.
I pressed the button.
The round body stuck to the insect’s stomach.
The insect’s eyes widened for a moment as if it didn’t understand what was happening, then its wings trembled in panic and it floated upwards.
The main character was lifted up too.
On the screen, a small white creature was being carried into the sky with its legs dangling.
“…I think Haru will be happy about this.”
Even though I was making it myself, my mouth went slack.
There are no levels or equipment like in 《FRONTIER SAGA》. There are no Five Kingdoms, no economy, no history books, and no wars.
All it can do now is for the round creature to stick to the insect and float into the sky together.
If you compare the number of functions, it’s like nothing.
Even so, what I should make next was much clearer than yesterday.
What would Haru want to touch after this insect?
What kind of movement would make him laugh?
When I thought about it, it was strange how I couldn’t stop.
“I want to show it to him soon.”
The number of hundreds of thousands of people is still a little far away.
But I can clearly imagine the face of the next person who will sit in this chair.
That was enough for now.
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