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"Let me think."

"O-Okay…" She said meekly like a child that had done something bad

"..."

\'As I speak, there is already a team of elites under my direct command getting ready to migrate there.\'

\'It was a bit costly to set them up for this operation, but they need all of the preparation they can get if they wish to thrive there.\'

\'Resko\'s current state is still unsuitable for new players.\'

\'It\'s hard to acquire resources such as consumable items, much less Classes, and Skills.\'

\'And albeit items can be acquired as per normal, due to the level restrictions, most of the drops end up as useless scrap.\'

\'There is the new field since the Southern Forest is now impossible to hunt on but that has yet to be properly explored, even if only on a superficial level.\'

\'So they need to have a solid foundation first by getting all of these… Only like that will they truly rise by using Resko\'s infrastructure.\'

\'But that takes time.\'

\'And… I imagine it wouldn\'t cost much for her to just tag along… At least not much at the very least.\'

\'The biggest risk would be the possibility of their identities leaking up due to her... Bombastic personality.\'

\'Though, I can\'t spare anything, the time to be cautious has already passed.\'

\'If this is what it takes for her to focus more on herself and train then so be it, I\'m willing to give her what she wants.\'

\'For once, her brother is already there, if they can help each other, even better.\'

\'It also makes it that much simpler to monitor and predict their actions.\'

\'However, my worries are in regards to the simple rule of not putting too many eggs in one basket…\'

\'She, her brother, and me… Any of those alone would\'ve been fine, perhaps even two would be tolerable…\'

\'But all three? This is making the job that much simpler for our enemies.\'

\'Especially now that I\'ve…\'

Roger had an idea, so he smiled.

"Little girl… I imagine you also received that event notification didn\'t you?"

"Yeah? What about it?"

"I already have the escort team ready, but it was part of the schedule for them to participate in this event as the last milestone before setting foot on the road…"

"So, here is my proposal."

"If you can legitimately complete the 6th floor, even if on the lowest difficulty, and then participate in this event, SINCERELY... Then I\'ll let you tag along with them." He said deeply

"It\'ll be a long yet direct line to the South, and it wouldn\'t be good if you were to drag them down."

"Really?!"

"I don\'t lie." 

"Thank you, grandpa!"

But Roger smiled a bit evilly.

"Now now… Don\'t thank me yet."

"Even your elder brother who spends his entire time training and playing the game only passed the 6th floor some time ago, so what makes you, someone who only started taking things a bit more seriously do?"

The girl\'s mood dropped as she looked at Roger with a small frown.

"That isn\'t exactly cheering me, gramps…"

"Take it as you wish…"

"For now… Let me rest a bit, my head needs some time to cool off."

"Alright… Make sure to get them ready!"

She gave Roger a funny face as she turned around to wave.

"Byee!"

[Call ended]

/Creak…/

"Sigh… Roger... What have you put yourself into..." He mumbled to himself as he stared at the ceiling

[Beep...]

[Sir, I have detected that your stress level has gone beyond your average scores] Said a mechanical voice from above

"Hm?... Is it like that? I have indeed overworked my old bones a little."

\'I remember... When I was younger... When I started doing this...\'

/Chuckles.../

\'I used to be able to stay up for days...\'

/Clang.../

The ceiling parted open, revealing a tube-like structure that descended all the way to his table.

[Here, have your favorite juice to calm you down, I shall also prepare you a bath and your favorite playlist from the early 2000s]

/Bzzz.../

/Cling.../

/Flow.../

The tube made several smooth noises before carefully dropping a clear glass bottle and filling it up with Orange juice.

To finish it off, it carefully dropped 2 perfectly round and clear ice balls.

"I… Thank you Tri."

[My pleasure is to serve]

/Gulp.../

"..."

Roger got up from his seat, taking a sip of his juice as he stared into the horizon.

"It tastes the same... Even after 40 years..."

He thought about himself, and then his family.

\'It\'s not as bad… She\'s at least trying now.\'

"My family is on the right track… For now."

\'Can you see that dear?... If only...\'

"Urg..."

He then remembered the annoying people he had to deal with for the past few days…

\'The investors only care about their profits, so even if I am to reduce my own earnings, to keep the status quo, a few sacrifices aren\'t really that much.\'

\'My position as CEO is mostly... A facade... A reward for my accomplishments of the past, albeit that is now...\'

\'Golden days that serve no more purpose apart from entertaining few old men...\'

"I miss them... The people that didn\'t make it here, to see the result of their efforts." He said as he touched his table

\'However, now that I\'ve taken a position, I must be ready for any backlash, and that requires funds.\'

\'These damned people, they hold so much power here, but that is only valid when there are rules to back it up…\'

\'I wonder what will happen when all of that falls?\'

Roger got up from his chair and he gulped his juice in one go, he was done with work for today.

It was time to enjoy a relaxing bath.

"Money is a resource, a means to an end…"

He looked to the side, seeing a very old photo of an old teen with two parents, smiling as he held onto a strange-looking helmet.

The very first Virtual Reality module!

"The start of my adventure... And also where it will end."

/Spark…/

A strong spark of fire lit up above his palm before vanishing in the blink of an eye.

"Indeed… Born in the wrong era… But I have not given up yet."

\'Just so I can see this new future with those I care about.\'

\'Even if the world has already pushed us aside.\'

/Clack.../

Roger closed the door to his office.

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