Game Maker System In Another World

Blackstone Apartment, Room 702.

A pale-faced young man slowly opened his eyes. His gaze swept across the floor, littered with crumpled papers, and a trace of confusion flickered within his pupils.

"Did I… transmigrate?"

Clenching his fists, he quietly endured the impact of two separate memories colliding in his mind.

After a long pause, he exhaled deeply.

"This world is almost identical to Earth… Its material technology is even more advanced, but its cultural and intellectual progress seems to be lagging behind."

Having grasped the general situation of his surroundings, his expression grew somewhat complicated.

By all logic, he could simply take the legendary novels from his previous life, translate them, and make a fortune. Unfortunately, while he had always been an avid reader, he had a habit of skimming through novels at lightning speed. Trying to recall and rewrite those masterpieces from memory was an impossible task—he simply lacked a photographic memory.

"Forget it. The bridge will straighten itself when it gets to the river."

Closing his eyes, he began recalling the life of this body's original owner.

After all, those who could afford to live in Blackstone Apartment were usually individuals of leisure and taste. There was no reason for someone like that to suddenly drop dead from exhaustion.

As fragmented memories gradually pieced themselves together, he finally understood the situation.

The previous owner of this body had been a renowned industry genius—a gold-ranked game developer, proficient in programming, art, music, and even photography. His very first project after entering the industry had become a best-seller, raking in huge profits for his company.

Yet despite his talent, he had been fired… for offending a certain shareholder.

And his so-called "offense"?

During an overtime shift, he had stumbled upon a shareholder attempting to exploit the brand ambassador of their upcoming game. Fueled by righteous indignation, he had rushed in to play the hero.

In reality, however, it was more of a one-sided beatdown.

The poor programmer—who spent his life glued to a desk, barely familiar with the concept of exercise—stood no chance. He was the very definition of physically inept. Running a few steps would leave him gasping for air, let alone fighting someone.

Yet, despite his pathetic resistance, his efforts hadn't been in vain.

The girl, the brand ambassador, had at least been spared.

"What a pitiful guy…"

Alex stepped into the bathroom and stared at his reflection in the mirror. The face before him was both unfamiliar and oddly familiar, filling him with a strange sense of melancholy.

After being fired, the original owner had sworn to create a groundbreaking, best-selling game on his own.

For seven straight days and nights, he had worked tirelessly—until he finally dropped dead.

And what did he accomplish?

About… 0.1% of his so-called "masterpiece."

He had passion but lacked creativity. Without a clear concept, he had been nothing more than a headless fly, unable to even get past the core gameplay phase.

Game development was an arduous and intricate process. Even a genius couldn't handle it all alone.

"Well… consider it a favor repaid. That company that kicked you out? I'll make sure to get back at them."

A strange confidence surged within Alex as he stretched his limbs, slowly adjusting to his new body.

Then, a realization struck him.

"Wait a second… That game company I used to work for… Wasn't it basically this world's equivalent of Tencent?"

His expression stiffened as a certain name surfaced in his mind.

"E.X.O?!"

EXO Game Company?!

Alex continued sifting through his inherited memories, gradually piecing together the details of EXO Game Company.

It turned out that the company's nine major shareholders were none other than Kim Min-seok, Kim Jun-myeon, Zhang Yixing, Byun Baek-hyun, Kim Jong-dae, Park Chan-yeol, Do Kyung-soo, Kim Jong-in, and Oh Se-hun—a group of obscenely wealthy second-generation heirs.

"Wait a damn minute… Aren't these the names of that pretty-boy K-pop group?!"

His expression twisted in disbelief.

"Why the hell are they running a gaming company in this world instead of dancing on stage?!"

The absurdity of it all made him clench his fists. But soon, a newfound resolve burned within him.

"Fine. If that's how it is, then I'll make the greatest game ever—one so legendary it'll crush EXO into dust!"

With the previous owner's knowledge now fully integrated into his own, Alex realized he wasn't just some clueless dreamer. He had the technical skills, and unlike his predecessor, he was brimming with ideas. Inspiration would never be an issue for him.

However, if he wanted to dominate the market, he first needed to understand it.

Without hesitation, he downloaded the top ten best-selling games from the current market and played through each one meticulously.

Hours later, he slumped onto the couch, sprawled out in utter despair, his face twisted in pain.

"These… these abominations… You dare call these 'games'?! Even Snake and Tetris are a thousand times more entertaining!"

"No thrill, no depth, flat and lifeless character designs, gameplay as hollow as a dried husk, music that sounds like pure static, and the art—dear god, were the designers suffering from a collective hand injury?! Why does every character look like a copy-pasted snake-faced mannequin?! I can't even tell them apart!"

Alex could swear on his gamer's pride—his criticisms were purely objective. Not a single ounce of personal bias was involved!

As a seasoned otaku, he had played countless titles across multiple genres. He knew true quality when he saw it. And these… these so-called "best-sellers"? They wouldn't even rank in the bottom tier of his previous world!

Just off the top of his head, he could name dozens of games that completely outclassed these shameless cash grabs.

As his ranting subsided, he suddenly jolted upright, eyes burning with a fierce determination.

"If garbage like this can dominate the charts… then what would happen if I introduced the true masterpieces from my world?"

A wave of excitement surged through him as he mentally listed out the legendary titles of his past life:

Devil May Cry, Onmyoji, Chinese Paladin, Dungeon Fighter Online, Crossfire, League of Legends, The Elder Scrolls, The Sims, Prototype…

Just imagining these titles taking over the market made his brain tingle with exhilaration.

"I'll make a fortune! I'll buy the best game engine, hire industry experts as my assistants, and recreate these legends!"

As soon as this ambitious thought crystallized in his mind—

Ding!

A mechanical voice suddenly echoed in his ears.

"Congratulations! Your mental power has reached the required threshold. [Game Maker System] has been officially activated!"

Alex's breath hitched.

A system?!

A Game Maker System?!

His lips curled into a slow, wicked grin.

"EXO… You guys better start praying."