Chapter 100
Chapter 100
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 100
Chapter Title: Nerds, Strategy Guide
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Sprawled on the bed in the work room, I let out a satisfied breath.
Yura lay limp beside me, her breathing gradually evening out.
And finally, that familiar calm settled into my mind.
Post-Nut Clarity begins.
Everything snapped into crystal clarity.
I could even see how pathetic I'd been moments ago, lost solely in 'story-making.'
Blue Sky Games.
10 billion investment for a 10% stake.
Yura was right. This was a completely shitty deal.
But letting the opportunity slip away felt like too much of a waste.
The problem was the approach.
I slowly started reorganizing the situation.
In Post-Nut Clarity, my brain was a cold calculator.
No emotions, no ego—just pure profit and loss.
"Yura."
"Yeah?"
"You know, I've realized we've been thinking too straightforwardly."
Yura turned her head to look at me. She'd noticed the shift in my tone.
"What do you mean?"
"The 10 billion for 10% stake isn't the real issue. The problem is..."
I stared at the ceiling, running the calculations.
In Post-Nut Clarity, my mind was already simulating multiple scenarios.
"...that we're stuck playing the role of mere 'investors.'"
"What're you saying?"
Yura rolled over to face me properly.
"Scenario one: We take their offered 10% stake as is. Even if the game blows up, we only get peanuts. 10 billion in, and maybe 1 or 2 billion out—that's it."
"Obviously. That's why it's a problem, right?"
"Scenario two: We push for more equity, negotiations blow up. They find other investors, and we miss out."
I paused for a beat, then continued.
"Scenario three: But what we should really target isn't the game company itself—it's the 'game.'"
"The game?"
"If their game hits big right now, what about sequels? A series? IP expansion—who handles that?"
Yura's eyes lit up. She'd caught on.
"Even starting with 10% equity, the moment the game succeeds, those guys get options. They'll need funding for follow-ups. That's when we become their 'only' investor."
"Ah..."
"We build a track record with the first game, then seize control from the second onward. They've already tasted our money, so finding alternatives won't be easy."
I kept crunching the numbers.
"More crucially, if the game succeeds, those three devs' value skyrockets. What if we offer to poach them then? Spin up a new company under us with better terms?"
"You mean split them up?"
"Not splitting—offering growth opportunities. Successful game devs command insane prices individually. We're just presenting them with brighter futures."
In Post-Nut Clarity, my mind had already mapped out a three-phase plan.
"Phase 1: Secure the first game's success with 10% equity. Phase 2: Grab more stake in sequels. Phase 3: Recruit key talent to a new company under us. End result: We dominate the entire game dev ecosystem."
"What about Blue Sky Games?"
"It'll end up an empty shell. But by then, we'll have something bigger."
After hearing my scenario, Yura pondered for a moment before countering.
"Okay, I get the method. But is it worth burning 10 billion? And our 'team' is basically just four people. Chaewon's barely showing up anymore, busy playing house with you."
"...Playing house?"
"You've been sleeping in her room on the first floor lately, commuting from there like it's normal. Haneul even asked if Uncle Cheolsu was becoming 'Daddy.'"
Ah...
Even in Post-Nut Clarity, Yura's jab threw me off for a second.
Unbeknownst to me, things with Chaewon had gotten that deep.
Hearing I'd been called 'Daddy' by Haneul stirred complicated feelings.
But now wasn't the time for that.
"We'll... figure that out later. Personnel first."
I switched back to calculation mode.
"Right, with just four of us—and Chaewon out, effectively three—managing a game studio on top of everything else is gonna be brutal."
"Exactly. That's my concern. We've got Silla Biotech to oversee, StarMaker Entertainment too—adding a game company? Aren't we spreading ourselves too thin like an octopus?"
Yura's point cut sharp.
Even in Post-Nut Clarity, our current org couldn't properly juggle three projects.
"Honestly, you're overdoing it lately, you know? Got so wrapped up in your 'genius investor Kim Cheolsu' success story that you're biting off more than you can chew."
Yura stabbed without mercy, genuine worry in her voice.
"During the mini bull run's seven-day war, we focused—all in on one thing, hit the jackpot. But now? Silla Biotech, Blue Sky Games, StarMaker Entertainment... Does that even make sense?"
My Post-Nut Clarity brain calculated coldly.
Yura was 100% right.
In the mini bull run, we'd poured everything into one play and scored 5.2 billion.
Now? Dispersed across projects, risking half-assing them all.
I'd gotten drunk on the 'investment genius' image and lost focus.
"Plus, our core team's basically two people. Choi Yang's still adjusting, and Chaewon's half-retired because of you."
"So what do we do? Ditch the game studio?"
"No, that's not it. Even I can see that game has success written all over it."
Yura said firmly.
"You picked that company after seeing the demo, right? Think back to what hooked you."
What I'd seen then...
Post-Nut Clarity brought the memory into sharp focus.
A mobile MMORPG, but with a totally fresh approach from existing games.
Revolutionary gameplay.
Built on auto-farming, but PvP came down to pure skill and strategy.
Low pay-to-win reliance, wins based on playtime and skill.
And above all, killer storytelling.
Not just mindless leveling—quests that felt like real 'adventures.'
"...Solid mid-tier hit at worst, blockbuster with luck."
As I muttered, Yura nodded.
"Right? That's why it's such a shame. Settling for 10% on a game like this."
"Yeah, tweak the graphics, smart marketing—it's definitely a moneymaker. Not worth 10 billion, though."
"Hmm, not even that much for a big-title dev budget?"
"Like I keep saying, we're not running a charity."
Yura crossed her arms, staring me down. Something else flickered in her eyes.
"You've got something else in mind, don't you?"
Post-Nut Clarity let me read her expression.
She was scheming too.
Not just opposing— she had an alternative.
"What is it?"
"No, you first. You really dropping the game studio? Or got another play?"
Yura flashed a sly smile, like she was holding aces.
"Why'd you wanna drop 10 billion all at once anyway?"
"To lock in equity."
"You wanna run a game company?"
"Uh... no?"
"Then the answer's simple: Silla Biotech."
Yura's eyes sparkled—she'd cracked it.
"Invest in the project, not the company."
Yura sat up, brimming with confidence.
"What're we after at Silla Biotech? 80% royalties on the Alzheimer's drug. Not company equity—license revenue from a specific project."
"Yeah, running a pharma lab's a headache."
"Same with Blue Sky Games. Skip the 10% equity scraps—buy the license to the game itself."
Yura's excitement built as she went on.
"Publishing rights! We fund 10 billion in dev costs, they hand over domestic and global publishing plus IP licensing. They focus purely on dev, we rake it in on marketing and distribution."
My Post-Nut Clarity brain rapidly vetted her idea.
Solid direction.
"If the game succeeds, 70-80% of revenue comes from publishing. Devs recover initial costs; we cash in as long as it sells."
"What about those nerds?"
"What they want is that pure 'nerd vibe'—make games freely without meddling. Sure, they want money, but their main drive is crafting insanely fun 'games.' That's why they're balking even with 10 billion on the table."
Yura nailed their psychology.
"Tell 'em 'Give us 70% equity and obey,' and they recoil. But 'We'll fully fund dev—go wild, we'll handle distribution?'"
Post-Nut Clarity sketched the scenario. Way more appealing from their side.
"No marketing hassle, no distribution worries—just pure game dev. Exactly what they crave."
"Right. And for us?"
Yura grinned meaningfully.
"We gain publishing experience, secure game IP, and make real money. Triple win."
"This... they can't refuse."
"Exactly. No equity fights, pure win-win."
"Hey, but... won't this scale things up? How do we run a publishing outfit?"
"...I'll do it."
"What?"
"I said I'll handle it."
I stared at Yura, dumbfounded.
"Weren't you gonna be a real estate bigshot?"
"Got burned for 500 million by those shady 떳다방 types and quit. This instead."
"Hmph, bold as hell? Who's letting you?"
"In exchange, I'll put up with all your pervy shit. Deal?"
"Lady, your pussy's basically an automatic door anyway—worthless."
"...Fuck, you got me there. Anyway, for your epic 'successful Kim Cheolsu' cosplay, you need a 'story,' right? I'll craft a good one."
Hmm... not a bad offer.
Truth is, in our current setup, no one else fits but Han Yura...
"But how do you control those nerds? To profit from publishing, the game needs some monetization elements, but their vibe screams 'pay-to-win in my game?!'"
"Oh, that's where I use your idea."
"Huh?"
"Nerd or asshole like you—guys' brains are wired to their dicks anyway."
Yura's smirking face left me speechless.
"Whatever, do your thing. Just... don't cheap out your pussy. Mine's..."
"Yours exclusively? Okay, got it."
Her brazen response caught me off guard.
Even in Post-Nut Clarity, I had to admire this woman's guts.