Game Launch
Rian tapped away at the holographic keyboard floating in the air.
"This part of the cutscene feels a bit lacking."
"Constellation, could you help me out a little?"
The hologram projected before him shifted exactly as he'd willed it.
Dream Storyteller asks if this is okay.
The constellation's message followed.
"It's perfect."
Tap tap tap.
Unlike the developers back on Earth who whined that they couldn't implement my ideas, our constellation pulled it off in seconds.
She was the greatest stroke of luck since falling into this world.
"Huuuuh...."
After three straight days of relentless QA testing, I could finally collapse onto my bed.
Dream Storyteller pats you and says you worked hard.
"You worked hard, Constellation...."
I chuckled at the message floating before my eyes.
This isekai I'd landed in, the Raipania Continent, was home to countless constellations.
Each one a heroic legend who'd ascended to godhood through monumental feats.
But my sponsor, Dream Storyteller, was too damn cute to count among those grand figures.
And for me—a broke academy student whose body she'd possessed—she was practically a lifesaver.
Without her, I wouldn't be building an Earth-style game in this dull world; I'd be scraping for my next meal.
Dream Storyteller chatters excitedly about how she's looking forward to reactions now that the game is out.
"Me too."
What I missed from Earth wasn't just the games.
It was the player interactions, the communities sharing experiences.
I yearned to dive back into that shared cultural space.
This game, forged over a year with my constellation's all-out effort.
Fusing Earth's pop culture with a dream god's powers—it'd flip this world upside down.
Praying for success, I let my heavy eyelids win.
The Raipania Continent's largest community, powered by magic: Apheraio.
Apheraio comprised countless sub-communities centered on various topics.
Among them, the massive Magitech Game Gallery stood out.
The Magitech Game Gallery, brimming with the usual off-topic nonsense, as peaceful as ever.
Then, a post about a new game dropped.
(Rough game screenshot attached)
It's a game where you collect and use characters based on constellations. Served on their own platform, and it's free.
The new game seemed destined to fade into obscurity, stirring no real buzz—
Until—
It exploded into the hottest bait, flooding the community.
ㄴShut up with the nonsense
ㄴNo fr try it
Free entry, simple VR via magitech terminals.
The new game, Akashic Archive, hooked users instantly.
It's a success! Already 10k users! Dream Storyteller jumps for joy, hands raised high.
"Success. Congrats, Constellation."
I grinned at the skyrocketing real-time user graph.
A true VR game powered by dream authority through her strength.
Unlike clunky illusion-magic VR, ours plunged you straight into the game world via terminal.
Implanting the game into the user's dreams.
Leagues beyond outdated magitech games.
Packed with production values, visuals, and content I'd mastered across countless Earth games.
To Raipania folks stuck on '90s-to-00s retro—pure revelation.
Once they started, no escape. I was confident.
Best part: free-to-play.
First in-app purchase model here.
With locals hating spending on games more than Earthlings, perfect for virality.
"Money rolls in, we build your temple first thing."
Users hit 20k mid-celebration.
Efficient subs and battle passes surged.
Cash flooding in.
No dev or server costs—just my ideas and her powers.
Pure profit.
Dream Storyteller asks if she can finally stop eating dry bread.
Dream Storyteller asks if she can finally dip bread in sauce.
Dream Storyteller asks if she can finally have juice too.
...What kind of life has our constellation been living?
Even in the Divine Realm, no apostles or believers means starving?
Yet she never demanded offerings just because I was poor.
Even poured all her powers into my project.
Loyalty swelled in my chest.
"Of course, Constellation. I'll offer tons of tributes—look forward to it."
Things change now.
We're getting rich.
High dimension, Divine Realm somewhere.
"Yawwwwwn."
A nude woman stretched and rose from her pristine white bed.
Even after waking, she stared blankly into space—until her brow twitched.
"Divinity......suddenly?"
Divinity, the faith-fueled essence supplied by believers and apostles.
The core resource powering all divine miracles—surging impossibly.
While she slept, doing nothing.
"......What in the world."
She peered into her divine heart, the nucleus of divinity, tracing the influx.
Rapidly gathering divinity.
Threads linking it across the continent—not from any nation or group.
Scale like an apostle's overwhelming war victory.
With divine eyes, she scanned the mortal realm.
What caused this?
What sparked faith enough to flood her with divinity?
↳ Good pull lol
Mortals in communities invoking her true name, Ren.
They shared one thing:
All played Akashic Archive, encountered a character named Ren.
......How dare they.
Goddess Ren burned with rage.
Stealing my name? My true name without permission?
Perception of a god becomes faith, becomes authority.
Some unknown scum damaging that authority?
Crime worthy of heavenly punishment.
"......"
Gazing down, Ren pondered.
She could purge the blasphemous devs—but their game spread her praises wide, meriting leniency.
Above all, the influx of faith pleased her.
"......Might as well try the game."
Whatever it was, playing first made sense before judgment.