Underworld
Five Days Before Grim Reaper Disciple Tournament
"Leonora! Come out!" Asmodea banged the door angrily.
She couldn't believe she, the 14th ranked Grim Reaper, had become a nanny to her lazy disciple.
If it was anyone else, Asmodea would've whipped and ordered them to take their job seriously.
But she couldn't do that with Leonora.
Why?
Because Leonora was too competent!
Recently, she was the 1st ranked on the scoreboard of Grim Reaper disciples for the maximum amount of escaped souls caught.
She was lazy, but competent!
"Open the door, Leonora! Or I'm going to smash it open–"
The door creaked open. Asmodea lowered her gaze, and saw a cat standing on two legs opening the door.
"Where is she?" Asmodea asked.
"M-Master is… sleeping." Paw scratched her cheek, knowing what was about to happen.
"Why is she sleeping?"
"She was playing the VR games for weeks and got too tired."
"What?"
Asmodea's pupils shrunk to the size of needles.
"Weeks? What about her job? Don't tell me she didn't collect a single soul during the break."
"Oh, you don't need to worry about the work. She outsourced some other SoulKeepers, and paid them for work."
For a moment, Asmodea couldn't understand what Paw meant.
It took her time to remember that the Underworld had changed greatly.
The Underworld's technological and societal advancements had reached the level of Luminera, if not higher.
The reason?
It all started when Leonora was bored.
Until five hundred years ago, a person could do only one of the five things in Underworld.
Catch souls, eat, live, sleep, become monster.
There was no entertainment.
There were no games or consoles in Underworld.
Leonora decided to make a console and a game.
But wait, what about the game's storyline, who would make that? And where would the materials to build the console come from?
Leonora set out to find Soul Hunters who had a talent to become writers, and a talented forger to build a console.
The game took fifty years to be made.
It kept her entertained for… one week.
By then, she had completed all routes in the game several times.
"I need more games, but I can't build them myself again, it takes too much time."
After a quick brainstorming session, Leonora came to a conclusion.
"I need to make everyone like games. Then, many more game creators would come into existence as they try to profit from the games."
Making games famous wasn't hard.
For one, they gave an adrenaline rush to the people of Underworld who lived bored lives.
Secondly, she was a celebrity – a Grim Reaper disciple – and people followed her example and tried to do what she did.
As gaming became a famous entertainment industry, industrialization began.
Companies appeared. Stocks came into existence.
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