Zhao Bowen raised his hand. "That… we can finally get ergonomic chairs?"
"No!" Fen Su thundered. "It means Mr. Kim is ten steps ahead of us. The noble gear at $100,000 each? A metaphor for class struggle. The free grindable items? A metaphor for perseverance. This game isn't just entertainment—it's sociology."
The staff clapped like he'd just announced free lunch. Someone yelled, "All hail Mr. Kim!"
Fen Su pressed a hand over his chest, eyes misty. "We must not let our prophet down. Tonight, overtime is voluntary."
Everyone groaned but still nodded. They'd stopped questioning how their boss—who hadn't logged in once—was somehow a legend.
Back in the industrial park, Suho marched Cho Rin straight into Park Lee Mau's office like a general invading enemy territory.
