Chapter 62. Driven Mad By Urobuchi Gen
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Due to the high-intensity, high-pressure work, Kiyoshi Yuuma collapsed from exhaustion after entering February.
It was already flu season, and with his overwork causing his immune system to weaken, his fever shot straight up to 39 degrees Celsius.
If it weren't for the fact that his brain simply couldn't function anymore, Kiyoshi Yuuma would have struggled to go to work.
With no other choice, Kiyoshi Yuuma could only call Akanishi Ken, telling him he couldn't make it in and asking him to coordinate work matters for now.
Akanishi Ken was a founding member who had been with him since the company was first established, and he had even been Kiyoshi Yuuma's senior before—their relationship was very reliable.
"It's okay, just rest well." Akanishi Ken said before hanging up the phone.
...
Lying alone in his apartment, he felt that even the light in the room was dim.
Half-asleep and half-awake, his entire body was already soaked through.
At a time like this, Kiyoshi Yuuma felt somewhat dazed.
Everything that had happened in Japan felt like a dream, not real at all.
He could even see scattered points of firefly light in the darkness.
If he died alone at home...
Would he transmigrate again?
Just as Kiyoshi Yuuma was thinking this, there came a knocking sound from outside.
He struggled to support himself and went to open the door, discovering the visitor was Tsuda Nao.
Seeing his completely exhausted appearance, Tsuda Nao couldn't help but frown with some annoyance.
"How can you keep going on like this?"
"There's no other way."
Kiyoshi Yuuma turned around and, like an 80-year-old man, took heavy steps, slowly shuffling toward his futon.
"The company has finally gotten on track—how can I not work harder? The employees all need to eat."
Kiyoshi Yuuma was undoubtedly Pokeni's pillar and soul now. Without his participation, the games couldn't reach their ideal quality.
"But..."
Tsuda Nao stared at his back, wanting to scold him, but in the end held back.
After Kiyoshi Yuuma crawled back under the covers, he only felt cold all over.
Tsuda Nao came over and touched his forehead—it was burning hot.
"Have you taken medicine?"
"Mm." Kiyoshi Yuuma nodded.
"Then rest well. I'll make you something to eat."
Tsuda Nao said this and nimbly put on an apron, entered the kitchen, and searched through the ingredients in the refrigerator, finding some potatoes, tomatoes, and vegetables.
Perfect for making a vegetable medley soup.
It was absolutely ideal for someone who was sick.
...
Chop chop chop chop chop...
Hearing the sound of chopping vegetables from the kitchen, Kiyoshi Yuuma wrapped himself in the blanket and revealed a happy smile.
Emmm...
Having a woman at home really was nice.
Moreover, Tsuda Nao, this career woman who looked so cold on the outside, could actually cook—this was something he had never expected.
Too perfect, wasn't it?
After making the vegetable medley soup, Tsuda Nao helped Kiyoshi Yuuma sit up and used a spoon to feed him.
After drinking two mouthfuls, he felt himself breaking out in sweat all over.
It didn't seem to hurt as much anymore either.
"Ah, having you here is truly blissful." Kiyoshi Yuuma sighed.
Tsuda Nao's cold eyes lifted slightly, giving him a big eye roll, then scooped up a spoonful of soup and fed it to him.
Gulp~
Kiyoshi Yuuma swallowed.
"Please don't misunderstand. I'm having relationship with you only because I like you." Tsuda Nao's eyelids lowered slightly as she fed Kiyoshi Yuuma soup while speaking.
"However, things like 'As your girlfriend, please invest in me' or 'As your girlfriend, please use DUN to promote Pokeni', I would never do such things."
"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right." Kiyoshi Yuuma nodded. "What a stingy person. Besides, I'm not the kind of man who lives off women."
Just give me time, and I'll definitely earn much more money than you.
Tsuda Nao rolled her eyes.
"Eat something, rest well. When you need to hire people, hire them—don't be stingy. That little bit of money isn't that important."
Kiyoshi Yuuma clicked his tongue—You think it's not that important because DUN has money.
Our small company can't compare.
...
After Tsuda Nao carefully looked after him for a while, she left.
Kiyoshi Yuuma didn't want her to stay either, afraid of infecting her.
After all, although his illness was from overwork, it was clearly the flu.
That night, Kiyoshi Yuuma had some strange, muddled dreams.
He dreamed of his twin girlfriends from his previous life.
He dreamed of those loves that had ended without resolution.
When he woke up, he still felt moved.
Early the next morning, Kiyoshi Yuuma moved his body around and felt refreshed all over.
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Over the next two months, the project progressed exceptionally smoothly.
By March, Heart of the Mermaid was already 80% complete.
However, Yokoyama, the artist in charge of Heart of the Mermaid, was on the verge of a breakdown.
"President, this is too painful! What kind of game is this?"
"Working on it until now, I have nightmares at home at night, and when I wake up I find myself crying. Can't you make Urobuchi Gen revise the script?"
"Think about it—I have to draw battle scenes with suspense and fear, and also draw pure and flawless perfect girls. These two extreme things mixed together—anyone would find it unbearable, right?"
"I'm about to be driven mad by him."
Seeing Yokoyama's frantic state, Kiyoshi Yuuma couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing inside.
Having this state means we're on the right track!
Heart of the Mermaid is going to be a huge success!
"So what does Mikami Shinji say?" Kiyoshi Yuuma asked.
Yokoyama froze for a moment, his face showing an even more painful expression, his entire person collapsing further.
"Don't even mention that newbie planner Mikami. He clearly doesn't understand anything, yet always has such high demands. He's practically birds of a feather with Urobuchi Gen."
"Mikami thinks the Suzune we're drawing needs to have both the innocence of a young girl and fierce intimidating power."
Yokoyama spread his hands dejectedly. "How is that even possible?"
"Moreover, Mikami is very insistent about the suspenseful atmosphere, demanding that the destructive power be stronger, the impact be stronger."
Yokoyama covered his head, recalling recent events, feeling like it was hell.
"I'm completely confused now. Is this kind of game really okay?"
Seeing his current state, Kiyoshi Yuuma couldn't help but feel sorry for him for a few seconds.
However, feeling sorry aside, the project definitely had to continue.
"Yokoyama, here's what we'll do—you just follow what they say for now. If the project isn't successful, I'll definitely give them a harsh lesson."
"Huh?" Yokoyama froze.
Based on what the President is saying, we're continuing with this?
No changes?
Just indulging Urobuchi Gen and Mikami Shinji like this?
"And Yokoyama," Kiyoshi Yuuma said, "I believe that with your outstanding talent, you can definitely draw a character that's both fierce and pure."
"Huh?!"
Yokoyama's eyes widened.
Although being praised for having outstanding talent was quite pleasing, he always felt something wasn't quite right.
Wait a minute.
He suddenly realized that this project seemed to have been approved by the President after Urobuchi Gen proposed it.
The three of you are clearly in this together, okay?