Chapter 7 : Anything is the best

The minor incident caused by my precious Miley was more or less resolved smoothly.

“…Chairman, could you please tell Mr. Mackie that he doesn’t need to keep coming to my hotel room anymore?”

“Hmm, when you put it that way, it sounds very strange.”

“No, if you phrase it like that, it sounds like I’m picking on Mr. Mackie and doing something strange to him! He keeps kneeling in the hallway in front of my room, saying he wants to apologize! People are looking at me strangely!”

Whether it was Miley’s ‘fiery apology on the hotel hallway’ that worked, or whether David finally realized that Miley was a bit of a crazy person, I don’t know, but anyway, the relationship between the two seemed to have been patched up somehow.

According to Miley, he told David that he ‘had such great pride in his job that he unintentionally made a mistake.’

‘Well, it’s not exactly a lie.’

Miley had served me for years, so of course, he would feel proud of that fact.

If your job is to assist the Agent of God, the Savior of the World, and a Hero, wouldn’t you be bursting with pride?

I can’t tell him the truth anyway.

I can’t just tell David, an ordinary person, ‘Actually, I’m from another world…,’ can I?

Moreover, the reason Miley flipped off David with both hands on their first meeting was simply because he was ‘jealous that he was by my side.’

How could I tell him that truth?

“Ugh.”

Really, precious. Totally precious.

But that precious one was the person we needed most right now.

David, who initially grumbled, cheered when Miley took over the management of my schedule and daily life, saying he had found freedom, and I was able to enjoy a daily life that was sometimes shockingly tailored to my tastes and convenience.

Yes. Everything was starting to fall into place.

And finally.

“Master, they said the structure of the broadcasting team is finally in place.”

My new life goal and dream.

The first step towards becoming the world’s best broadcaster had been taken.

* * *

PD Cha Eun-ho looked in the elevator mirror and straightened his suit, which he hadn’t worn in a while.

He tightened his slightly loosened tie and removed the unsightly thread clinging to the front of his suit.

“Tsk.”

But, even so, something still didn’t feel right.

He even applied lotion to his skin, which he usually didn’t care about, and styled his hair, which he usually ignored when holed up in the editing room, but why did he look so bad!

‘I think I’m too nervous.’

His wristwatch, which he usually wore without a second thought, felt needlessly cumbersome, and his lips felt dry. If he had known, he would have brought lip balm.

But there was nothing he could do.

‘First impression… I have to make a good one.’

After all, PD Cha Eun-ho was heading to a new workplace that had offered him an annual salary of 270 million won.

And that was without incentives and bonuses.

Honestly, it was an offer he hadn’t even glanced at initially.

No matter how high the salary was, how many PDs would quit their jobs at a major broadcasting station to follow an offer from some unheard-of foreign company?

Even though he was in a situation where he was eating humble pie after causing an accident and getting on the production director’s bad side, he was a PD with a track record of producing two hit variety shows.

He was someone who could immediately resign and move to a cable channel and revive his career. Or, he could join an outsourced production company or even get investment and start his own production company.

Of course, it was questionable whether a cable channel would hire him, given his history of causing a major accident, and even more questionable whether he could get investment in an era overflowing with outsourced production companies.

Anyway.

He hadn’t considered changing jobs.

But, when PD Cha Eun-ho refused the headhunting offer, the foreign company, a strange-named company called TS Media, presented him with ‘it’.

More money.

More! More! More! More money!

‘The salary is multiplying!’

It only took two weeks for the initially offered 120 million won to jump to 270 million. Anyone who hasn’t experienced those frantic 14 days will never know how many sleepless nights he had.

‘Should I accept it now?’

‘No, you stupid coward! If you hold out a little longer, those Yankees might multiply your salary even more!’

‘But is this a reasonable offer? Why me?’

‘I don’t know, damn it.’

‘What if I miss out by holding out like this?’

As the salary continued to rise and rise, PD Cha Eun-ho lost his mind and took the bait.

A sudden resignation!

The resignation letter that landed precisely on the top of the production director’s head!

As a result, the director’s wig came off, and he was slapped not with kimchi, but with a wig.

After burning the bridge so that he could never return to terrestrial broadcasting, he could slightly understand why Zhang Liang, who burned the plank road in the Chu-Han Contention, laughed heartily.

This, honestly, is fun!

‘Director, that bastard. It was funny when his wig came off.’

The fun that comes from primitive slapstick is universal. This is what the public wants! Isn’t considering the essence of fun the most important thing?

PD Cha Eun-ho, who had reached a higher level through throwing his resignation letter and became the greatest variety genius ever, even blaspheming God, swallowed dryly, feeling fear at his own ability.

‘I don’t know what they’re planning to do by hiring me. I don’t have the slightest clue.’

If only there was some information about TS, or TTS, whatever, that company, but there was nothing known about it. The only thing known was that the company name included ‘Media’, so it must be related to the broadcasting arts industry.

But.

‘Anything is fine.’

PD Cha Eun-ho clenched his fist and made a promise.

No matter what they asked him to do, he would make it a huge success!

“PD Cha Eun-ho, as the Head of Content Production, you will be in charge of all areas necessary for the Master to conduct internet broadcasting.”

“…Internet broadcasting?”

“Yes. We will provide generous support for talent acquisition. So, please recruit the best talent and wholeheartedly support the Master’s broadcast.”

“Me…?”

“Yes.”

PD Cha Eun-ho forced himself to swallow the third sentence that was about to come out mixed with profanity.

Was it because the number 270 million vaguely passed before his eyes? Or was it because he was afraid of the unidentified murderous intent emanating from the blonde-haired, blue-eyed Westerner who was glaring at him as if he wanted to kill him?

“We will take that as an acceptance.”

PD Cha Eun-ho couldn’t say it.

“We expect you to do your best in the future. Head Cha Eun-ho.”

“Yes, yes.”

* * *

A virtual machine was installed in my house.

There were twists and turns in the process of installing this machine. Miley saw the machine and claimed, ‘David Kim reported that he ordered the highest-end model, but that report was false.’

At first, I wondered if David had sabotaged it out of spite for Miley, wanting her to suffer.

But it turned out that the top-of-the-line virtual machine models allowed the user to customize the interior materials like adding options to a luxury car.

I don’t know if David Kim was not familiar with virtual machines and didn’t know about these details, or if he couldn’t do it because these parts should be tailored to the user’s taste.

Of course, Miley claimed it was sabotage.

“It is clear that the ugly man deliberately slacked off to obstruct the Master’s path. If it were back there, such a person would have been severely punished by crucifixion, and it is so regrettable that we cannot do that.”

“What on earth are you talking about?”

Yeah, yeah. I knew it.

If you could get along right away just because I told you to get along well, you wouldn’t be my precious one, would you?

I sat Miley down in my living room and sang a round of ‘David Kim is not your enemy.’

Holding her hands and repeating it like a children’s song, Miley’s eyes became hazy, and it seems that my brainwashing still works well on my precious one.

“Here you go.”

“…Heehee.”

I sat Miley, whose face had turned red, on the living room sofa, turned on Pinkfong for her to watch, and then entered the machine.

A comfort that was on a different level from the virtual machine I used at the American game center. The top-of-the-line luxury model is different.

The feeling of being completely enveloped was like lying on a cloud. This, in terms of comfort alone, seems better than a first-class recliner.

Of course, it’s not just comfort that’s good.

‘There’s such a thing as equipment.’

After all, a virtual machine is a machine, a machine.

Even if industrial products are processed uniformly, that only applies to simple products.

When it comes to precision machinery, minute errors lead to huge differences in quality. Why do you think people talk about semiconductor yields? It’s because precision processing is difficult, and there are frequent errors, resulting in products with no commercial value.

And a virtual machine is top-of-the-line precision machinery. Even the slightest error leads to a huge difference in performance.

What if the machine is cheap and my senses are delayed by 0.1 seconds?

‘Ugh.’

That would be a midsummer night’s nightmare.

In my prime, I could cut down someone with a 0.1-second sensory delay before they even realized it.

‘Absolutely, absolutely no sensory errors.’

I’d rather use the most expensive one than take that risk.

And honestly, it wasn’t very expensive.

‘Was it $240,000?’

That’s slightly higher than the annual salary of Head Cha, who just came under me. In other words, Head Cha is less than 1 virtual machine. Head Cha, you’re cheaper than a virtual reality game console.

“First, let’s buy some games.”

It hasn’t been decided yet when and how the broadcast will start. According to Miley, Head Cha needs to complete the support department first, so I’ll have to wait for that.

‘Of course, that doesn’t mean I won’t play games.’

I grinned and entered virtual reality.

The helmet covered my head, and my vision changed more smoothly than I had felt in California.

A pure white space.

I slowly moved my body.

“The game center machine was definitely a cheap used one. The sensory synchronization rate is on a different level?”

It was truly a near-perfect level of synchronization.

‘Now I can fix the errors with fine-tuning.’

With that, I can fix the subtle sensory errors I’m feeling now. Then I can really become a body in its prime. Of course, only in virtual reality.

I opened the settings window and started fine-tuning while moving my body. I had already acquired the relevant knowledge from the books David Kim provided in advance, so there were no difficulties.

After finishing the fine-tuning.

“Is there a game where I can use my body properly?”

I turned on the internet window.

First, let’s look for a bad game community.