C3434 CHAPTER3434 INFATUATION

Sam Moreels furrowed his brows, deep in thought. Various ideas began swirling in his mind. The pressure was mounting, and a feeling was slowly taking shape. Who could he share this with? Everything seemed different.

"[System, it's still about the number of game consoles.]"

"[There are too few consoles; they can't meet daily demand.]"

"Maybe you should just release more for sale