The sun had barely crawled over the city skyline when Kim Suho realized he'd committed another crime against financial logic.
He had accidentally invented success fatigue.
He sat at his desk in Steel Cup T-Shirt Factory headquarters, staring at yet another report—three more million in profits from Horny Princess Online overnight. It was like the universe was running a scam in his name.
"Cho Rin," he said hoarsely, "I think I'm developing an allergy."
She didn't look up from her laptop. "To what, success?"
He blinked slowly, as though tasting the word. "Yes. Exactly. I break out in hives every time we make money."
Cho Rin sighed, shutting her laptop with a quiet thunk. "I told you to stop checking the reports before breakfast. You get that 'existential crisis' face again."
"I can't help it. Every number looks like a personal insult."
He flung the report down dramatically. The title mocked him in bold font:
Horny Princess Reaches Record Revenue—Again!
