I Made a Game Featuring Constellations - Chapter 55



Rival in Love

[Kid.]

“Yes, Lord Demon?”

The Demon, who had been rampaging and using sophisticated words (by her standards) like ‘really’ to prove she wasn’t stupid, finally calmed down.

[Why did you assign that child as the official broadcast host?]

“Why did I assign her?”

[You barely know her. If I hadn’t been there, you wouldn’t even know her identity.]

The Demon asked with a genuinely curious expression.

Certainly, if it weren’t for the demon god, I would never have imagined that the demon king, hiding his identity, would enjoy cosplaying, wearing an academy uniform at that age, posting it on the community, and sinisterly laughing at the reactions….

“First of all, the first reason is that you are our loyal customer.”

[Loyal customer?]

In my previous life on Earth, it was common to see cosplay of characters.

At subculture events, it was natural to admire and ask to take pictures with people cosplaying as they walked by.

But this continent is different now.

Although culture has developed to some extent, only early package games exist in reality.

Cosplay culture has not developed to such an extent.

I know that subculture existed on Earth even before it grew, but that’s not the case here.

I suspect it’s because fantasy-like culture is more prevalent in reality here, but that’s not important.

Anyway, the concept of cosplay itself has not taken root.

In such a situation, the demon king, dressed in the costume of a new character that hasn’t even been released yet, with his hair done up, could be seen as an unbelievable fan of our game.

In that case, we could hire him without paying, using passion pay.

[Is a rich guy trying to save money even in such places?]

“We have to save money to buy food for our constellation.”

[No, you already have more than enough.]

“If the game fails! If we don’t have money to buy food! Our constellation will starve and won’t grow!”

He’s already so tiny!

[Can a god grow by eating?]

The demon god has never been hungry, so he doesn’t know.

Until our game was released, our Constellation had lived such a pitiful life.

Anyway, it’s an optimal selection for saving money.

“And the second reason is the body.”

[Body?]

I’ve realized something while attending various subculture events in my past life.

A woman’s voluptuous body has a destructive power beyond imagination.

Even a man with excellent intelligence and rationality, when faced with that soft mass of fat, will mutter “Ddu-ddu… Jju-jju-jjang-keo…” and become Ddu-ddu-ified.

A beautiful woman with a voluptuous body cosplaying to commemorate the first official broadcast.

It’s an essential element that cannot be separated from subculture games.

The goods from the Akashic Archive, which I first encountered during the process of facing the Constellation of Wisdom.

I thought this world wouldn’t have such an active culture, but I was wrong.

Before I knew it, the demand for secondary creations and goods was so strong that even R-rated doujinshi had already been born.

Come to think of it, even in the modern era of my previous life, the market for goods like crosses and rosaries was active.

There was no way there wouldn’t be a demand for goods in this world.

I hadn’t had the time to look into this market because I was busy making games and solving various incidents.

All of that is money.

When I think about the losses incurred due to illegal goods, I can’t sleep at night.

I can’t stand the sight of other people raking in money from the game I made.

So, I decided to make goods.

But I didn’t have the ability, experience, or time to do so.

Just when I was at a loss, the Goddess of Wisdom made a suggestion.

[Then shall I try?]

She said that her apostles each have special abilities, and she would have them mass-produce the goods.

I felt sorry for our existing investors, but the Goddess of Wisdom was more reliable than all of them combined.

I had no reason to refuse.

The apostles of wisdom each had special abilities, so our goods would be produced in an extraordinary way.

If we reveal the goods along with the official broadcast, we could make a huge amount of money.

It’s an expansion of the game IP.

And we need to set standards for derivative works, to cut down on the weird, messed-up 18+ doujinshi I’ve seen before.

…Wait a minute.

Thinking about it, wasn’t it the Goddess of Wisdom who had her apostle get those 18+ doujinshi when I first met her?

What ever happened to that book?

* * *

*Sshh Sshh*

-Milady, it’s time to sleep now, meow.

-Are you playing on that terminal again, meow?

-If you don’t go to sleep, the steward will… do things, meow.

The Goddess of Wisdom, holding a small booklet, flipped through the pages, reading intently, and smiled brightly.

Such a beautiful story.

A tale of the steward… doing things for his beloved Milady.

She traced the drawing of the steward’s face with her finger.

Then she brought it closer to her face,

*Kiss*

And lightly touched her lips to it.

“Ah.”

Her face was flushed.

She knew that the prince had another, true form.

A prince who was even more special because he didn’t belong to this continent.

This black-haired director’s appearance is the true prince who saved her in the dream world.

“My prince, whom no other woman knows.”

That’s why the director’s merchandise held special meaning for her.

Eight out of ten of the merchandise she had the apostles produce were characters modeled after the director and her, named Versia.

The goddess lowered her gaze to the lower world and examined the status of the merchandise being produced in the factory.

From dolls to pillows to sleep with, magic krill plates, badges, headbands, bookmarks, tapestries, and countless other goods.

Everywhere, there were goods depicting the director of the [Akashic Archive].

As the character most popular among female players, the production was to meet the demand.

When these goods start selling, countless women will hold the director’s merchandise, whom she loves dearly, and whisper love.

While embracing the true form of her most beloved prince.

“But it doesn’t matter.”

After all, they are fake.

The real one is by her side.

“While you enjoy looking at the fake, I will feel our prince’s warmth directly on my skin.”

Feeling that betrayal, the goddess of wisdom smiled darkly.

If she could just eliminate the two competitors she would meet tomorrow, she could monopolize the prince.

* * *

The next day

High heavens

The central bustling street of the heavens, outside the realm of the gods, a small café

“Ugh.”

“……”

A goddess with a trained physique and a god with a small, round, childlike appearance sat on chairs, waiting for someone.

In front of each of them was a glass of divine wine, the drink of the gods, and a cup of cocoa in a child’s cup.

Jingle jingle

The door of the café opened, and the bell attached to it rang.

“!”

“!!”

The eyes of the two goddesses turned sharply.

A goddess with a neat and elegant appearance entered through the door.

“Hello, seniors.”

It was the goddess of wisdom who had stepped out of her domain.

She walked slowly towards the table with graceful steps and sat down.

“This is the first time I’m meeting you in person. I am Versia, the constellation of wisdom.”

Versia was a name that was no longer needed after she met the prince.

She had received a new name from the prince, but there was no reason to tell such a competitor.

“I’m Ren.”

“Oh, you must be the famous Sacrifice?”

The goddess of wisdom looked up and down at the [Sacrifice who overcame Sloth].

‘This one won’t even be a competitor.’

Looks and a decent body are passable, but she’s a tomboy goddess who’s never even met a guy, only done training and combat.

Unlike herself, she doesn’t have a special epic with a prince.

Didn’t seem like she needed to be kept in check.

The problem is this one here….

Her gaze landed on the sulky-faced little girl sitting next to [Sacrifice that Overcame Sloth].

The prince’s constellation, a benefactor who even helped save her through the power of dreams.

On top of that, not a god belonging to this continent, but an existence impossible to fathom even with the power of wisdom.

If she were to become a rival, it would be quite difficult, she thought…

Just soft and squishy, not a curve to her, a child through and through.

Confirming the shape of the dream constellation’s body, she could relax.

Our prince wouldn’t be attracted to a body like that of a little kid.

These two goddesses can’t be rivals either.

The prince is mine.

While the goddess of wisdom was indulging in her vain dreams,

[Look, Samsama. This is what a man’s body looks like.]

[Oh.]

She couldn’t even begin to imagine what her closest friends were secretly up to.