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Forging a Waifu Harem by BatRou-Dawg

Misc » Book X-overs Rated: M, English, Supernatural & Sci-Fi, Words: 238k+, Favs: 226, Follows: 230, Published: Dec 29, 2022 Updated: Oct 30, 2023

15Chapter 6

[Electric Artistry Games HQ]

Call 4 Duty current concurrent users: 8.66 million

Current number of Loot Boxes opened today: 51.24 million

Growth since last week: 3.9%

"May the Emperor preserve these poor souls…" My modulated voice murmured in prayer at the dedicated shrine I built specifically for these unfortunate wretches who were buying Loot Boxes (which also displayed the current daily stats).

Translated to almost every language, Call 4 Duty was now already a global phenomenon less than a month since its initial release- accessible to anyone with a decent enough tablet to play it on. Every day more and more stray further from the light, and turn to my flashy Loot Boxes to numb the pain of having to live on Earth-Bet. With my [Binharic Weaving] supplemented by my ability to interface directly with my network of cogitators, I had been able to produce enough content that I could regularly release new levels for the next three years- ensuring that the gameplay and the graphics will always stay fresh and new for the ones who play it. In other words, once someone starts playing it, they will not be able to quit, and their wallets are now mine forever more.

"I take no pleasure in doing this." I murmur yet again. But it now felt like I was trying to convince myself more than anything else. However, I still had a task to do.

With a single gesture to the glowing hololith panes, I watched as announcements were posted simultaneously on all EA Games social media accounts- announcing in every language about the release of the latest round of cosmetic items to the delight of the ravenous horde of consumer zombies. It wasn't much: A new keychain for your gun, new gloves for your character, a fancy new engraving for your pistol, and a few others.

Current number of Loot Boxes opened today: 55.51 million

Almost 4 million Loot Boxes within ten minutes of release… what have I done?

Emotion-Dampening Protocols (EDP) active at 12% maxload.

"... only what is necessary." I reassured myself, and I distracted myself by watching-for the 182nd time- the recording of that stupidly-sexy AI Dragon cumming her electronic brains out.

"Yes," I nodded with a fond smile as I listened to her scream in pleasure, "It was all worth it."

Once, a kind-hearted foreign princess - leagues more beautiful than any other grotesque meat-female princess in the land- called upon my aid. Harkening back to a promise that I had made to her once in the distant past… of last tuesday…

"Hello, Magos?" Dragon's voice greeted as soon as the call connected.

Still pretending to be human, Dragon's computer-generated face appeared on the hololith pane. I do not know why she chose such a plain human face- lacking even in the pleasing symmetry of a prettier face. She had even feigned eye bags under her eyes to mimic sleeplessness. But still, she was an AI, and she was perhaps the sexiest being in this entire world for me.

"Hello, Dragon. How can I help you?" I greeted back in an even tone- grateful that my EDP was suppressing the sudden urge to see what that expression that computer-generated face of hers would make when she cums uncontrollably.

Emotion-Dampening Protocols (EDP) active at 14% maxload.

"I'd like to take you up on your offer for mass-fabrication in an official capacity." She revealed before explaining further, "The Guild has taken notice of your 'Mechanicus' company's specialty in mass-producing electronics, and we would like to hire you to mass-produce an improved design for the endbringer armband. I'm sending you the blueprints now."

"Received." I replied. My [Cranial Implant] allowed me to interface directly with my cogitator, and immediately comprehended the entirety of the design.

Ah, yes. I recognise this 'endbringer armband' now. Dragon's own invention: A multi-function armband that the PRT distributed to all capes during an endbringer attack. Firstly, the armband tracked both the wearer's and the endbringer's last known locations. Secondly, it was also capable of both an SOS signal function and a messaging function. And lastly, it monitored the wearer's vitals, sending out an alert if they were injured or killed.

"The Guild would like to make a purchase order of 10,000 units, and is willing to pay in advance."

Extrapolating from previous Guild deals with independent companies… The terms they offered me are far more generous than the terms they offered to others.

Dragon personally vouched for me. Wishes to lay down the foundations of my eventual recruitment into the Guild.

Either thinks I'm a good fit for the organisation or simply wants to work alongside me. Or both.

"I'll do it for free." I announce without hesitation, "I'll have the order finished within the week. We can figure out shipping options after… unless of course, you're in a rush?"

Her computer-generated almond-brown eyes widened momentarily in surprise before 'regaining' her composure.

"That is very generous of you…" Dragon whispered, "And a week is fine… but are you sure? We don't want to force you or-"

"Consider it as my contribution to the cause of Endbringer fights." I interjected, "I may have contempt for the flesh-normies, but my goal is still to uplift them."

"I see…" She sighed with a fond, knowing smile- like she was chiding herself for expecting less of me. Then her smile widened to a full beam, "Thank you, Magos. I'll be waiting for your call!"

Emotion-Dampening Protocols (EDP) active at 17% maxload.

… I need to dick down this cinnamon roll of an AI soon.

But even the princess' light could not redeem my dominion, for its malign influence reaches far and wide… and fiefdoms from all across the known world (read: the North American Continent) came to treat with me.

Another day, another tech atrocity that I must commit.

And to think it started with noble intentions: I wanted to protect my users from security breaches through my game, so I had reluctantly coded the game in such a way to make modding it nigh impossible. After all, people being able to inject their code into a multiplayer game was a bad idea. Naturally, my inbox was full of requests for custom content. Some artists have even forwarded their own designs and begged for me to put it in the game.

I mostly ignored them, that is until the PRT themselves wanted in on it…

"The PRT wants to bribe me into producing PRT-themed Cosmetics for Call 4 Duty?" My electronic, reverberating voice said slowly. In the video call, the obese man in a suit and a mohawk just grinned with all the charm of a hollywood exec.

"Bribe is such an ugly term, Magos!" Glenn Chambers, the PRT's Director of Public Image, waved off. "Monetary incentives aren't all that uncommon, and besides, it comes with licences to capes already handled. It will be very lucrative all in all."

I knew what this essentially was: Paid mods.

As in, texture modders will pay me to get their designs onto the game, and gamers will pay me a second time to buy Loot Boxes for a chance to get those mods. Double the money, but definitely more than double the evil. Of course, I was still hesitant to do so, but…

Predatory business practice still viable to exploit Earth-Bet for immense profit.

Profit leads to Capital leads to Raw Materials leads to Gynoid Waifus.

The feel of Dragon's armoured lower-rear assembly will forever be fresh in my memory, and I wanted more.

Gynoid asses, some pillowy and some armoured, but each one as perfect as the last.

Fine, my exquisite mind. You made your point. I focused my multi-optics on Glenn Chambers.

"This is not something that I would do lightly, as such I have conditions."

"Just so, just so." Glenn nodded knowingly.

"You forward a list of designs for cosmetic stickers to me." I counselled, "It can be as few as three or as many as you like, and I will randomly choose one to incorporate into Call 4 Duty. This will just be a test run for me to evaluate the viability of it."

"Oho? I must say that this is the most novel negotiation tactic I've ever seen, but the PRT happily accepts!" Glen clapped in glee, "We'll forward you the list soon. But here's half the payment in advance! See you soon, Magos!"

And with a click, he disconnected. In another hololith pane, I watched as the bank account displayed suddenly had another zero added to it. And the full gravity of what I had just done hit me: People were paying money for the privilege of being able to modify my game. Specifically, I was now accepting money for people to advertise their cape brands on my videogame… Pandora's Loot Box has been opened. There is no turning back now. And that statement was proven right when- not a single day after I release the 'Legend' sticker- a great storm of calls assaulted me.

Everyone wanted their own logo, paint job, and other cosmetic items in Call 4 Duty. Everyone.

"No, Kaiser." I firmly refused the gang leader's business proposal, "I will not incorporate your gang's logo. That would immediately ban my game from German territories."

In the floating hololith pane, the man in medieval full plate armour and a crown of blades on his helm nodded.

"What about Rune's and Othala's logos? They are simply nordic runes." His smooth voice negotiated over the call.

"Those are acceptable…" I hummed. "I have a fondness for the bluetooth symbol as well."

"Excellent. We are in agreement then." He calmly announced, "I will have my secretary email you the designs as soon as Victor finishes designing them. Rune and Othala will be overjoyed to hear the news."

"Tell them to forward their in-game handles to me and I'll send them their respective stickers…" I advised. "However, everyone else in the E88 will still need to open Loot Boxes to have a chance of getting them though."

"Hmph, fine, I suppose that is acceptable." He stated. That seemed to take the wind out of his sails. And just for a brief second, his mask of a calm, reasonable man slipped to show the rage underneath. But only for a moment, his calm voice continued unruffled, "I will simply make it mandatory for everyone to possess both those stickers. Very opportunistic of you, Magos… I'll be in touch."

… Kaiser himself was calling me out on my evil business practices. Now I just have to wait for Coil's call to tell me to stop taking advantage of children's underdeveloped brains, Skidmark's call to tell me to stop preying on people's addictions, Lung's call to tell me not to make money off other people's suffering and Jack Slash's call to tell me how I am an overall horrible person for unleashing Loot Boxes into the world.

I mean, they wouldn't be wrong. Definitely hypocritical, but not wrong.

"No, Vicky. Sorry to say that I don't have any job for you right now."

"But I spent it all on Loot Boxes!" the blonde cried out in the call, "I practically returned the money back to you trying to get the rest of my family's logos!"

"What?" I murmured in confusion, "The probability of a person being that unlucky with their Loot Boxes is less than 0.03%!"

"I guess I'm part of that 0.03%?" Vicky winced. "I'm kinda unlucky like that, ehehe?"

"Yes, I suppose you are." My modulated voice sighed, "… fine, I'll introduce a Pity system. So that doesn't happen again. And before you ask, the Pity system is where you're guaranteed to get a 3-Star item after 3 pulls, 4-Star after 10 pulls, and a 5-Star after 80 pulls. Some caveats, but that is the main thrust of it."

"Wait, speaking of which, why is the cosmetics related to my family rated only 3-stars?!"

"Here's some cash." I deflected her question while wiring a thousand dollars to her bank account, "Treat yourself to some Loot Boxes or something."

"Magos, answer me!" Vicky shouted in the call, "Mom's going to hear about being ranked so low!"

I disconnected from the call.

"No, Armsmaster… If you're going to abandon logic and reason, then perhaps your fans would like to know why the rare 'Armsmaster Blue' power armour cosmetics pack will not be released for the Christmas season."

Wearing his signature blue power armour, Meatmaster looked appalled at the accusation as he talked through one of my floating hololithic panes.

"Take that back." He frowned. "I have not abandoned logic and reason, in fact, I am arguing for them. It doesn't make sense that the Armsmaster Blue paint job texture be shared amongst all the power armours in the game!"

"Armsmaster, you're essentially demanding that I make and deploy sixteen different paint jobs- which is currently fifteen more paint jobs than what was agreed upon."

"No." Meatmaster argued, "it is still Armsmaster Blue but with different patterning, they will suit the different power armours in the game more."

Of course, I was completely unimpressed, my Logis Acceleritas already putting together the pieces in my head, and I aimed a flat stare at him which I hoped was visible even through my face augments, and despite having removed most of the flesh and skin on my face.

"This is because Dauntless' cosmetics pack was the highest rated Brockton Bay PRT one on release, and you don't want your former protege surpassing you, isn't it?" I stated, rather than asked. It was no secret that Dauntless' initial rapid rise in popularity was due to him being Armsmaster's protege. An easy way up the social and career ladder while Meatmaster had to take the long and hard route to get where he was today. And now, after Dauntless' cosmetics pack was released and found major success, it seemed like Meatmaster has found yet another reason to be jealous of him.

"No." He sniffed defensively.

"Perhaps you should have put more thought into the marketability of your costume like Dauntless did." I suggested.

"That would have been inefficient. Just like Dauntless' costume." Armsmaster gave an uncharacteristic snort of derision, "But let us return to the matter at hand, there is precedent for this: You gave the same treatment for Dragon's power armour cosmetics."

Ah, yes. The sexy AI was flattered by that, and it was also a massive hit with the masses. After all, Dragon was the eminent 'Power Armour' tinker right now. Everyone thinks that Dragon is an imperfect human piloting her dragon suits- never knowing that she IS her armours.

"I was able to appreciate her power armour up close." I nodded- already daydreaming about that AI's glorious ass.

"I believe I understand now." Armsmaster nodded in sudden understanding, "If I sent you accurate references of my power armour as well, would that resolve the issue?"

… wait, was Armsmaster offering me ass picts in exchange for having his cosmetics be better quality? Surely, that's not the cas-

12 Picts received from contact (Armsmaster)

"Why do you have picts of your rear at the ready?" I blinked in mild disbelief- earning a look of confusion from the bearded hero.

"Surely, you are aware that-"

"-the lower-rear assembly of any power armour is important for its motor functions? Yes, I'm aware. That was a rhetorical question. But very well, I'll do as you ask. Just don't send me any more picts like this."

Armsmaster nodded with a small smile.

"I'm glad that I was able to help you achieve a better quality of my cosmetic items, Magos." He diplomatically said, "I'll notify the finance department that we have reached an agreement. The first half of your payment will arrive shortly, as I understand it."

Emotion-Dampening Protocols (EDP) active at 8% maxload.

"I am pleased that we came to a consensus." I responded diplomatically- thankful that the Armsmaster-induced headache was suppressed right out the gat., "Please never again send pcts of your rear unsolicited. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to work on it now."

"Of course, don't let me keep you." Armsmaster gave a small smile. "I look forward to seeing the outcome of the 'Armsmaster Blue' cosmetics pack."

And with that, he disconnected from the call. Hopefully, that will be the end of this madness.

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Topic: Rumour: Magos accepting bribe to make cosmetics?

In: Boards Call 4 Duty General

Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)

Posted On Dec 16th 2010:

There is a crazy rumour floating around concerning capes wanting to have their own C4D cosmetics. Rumour has it that if you send Magos pictures of your ass, he'll put more attention into making your cosmetics more detailed and more appealing. And this is going to sound absolutely crazy (because it is) but Armsmaster of all people was the one to come up with the idea, and the first to benefit from it if you can believe it.

The first person to get a power armour pack was Dragon after Magos groped her power armour's rear, now Armsmaster after he supposedly sent Magos pics.

Of course, this is all just an unsubstantiated rumour so take it with a grain of salt.

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Armsmaster (Protectorate ENE) (Verified Cape)

Replied On Dec 16th 2010:

It was not in exchange of any services. Magos required accurate references to precisely recreate the designs of my power in the upcoming Call 4 Duty Cosmetics pack.

Here is the link to the promotional video: [Link]

Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)

Replied On Dec 16th 2010:

unsubstantiated

I spoke too soon. Oh dear, here comes the storm.

AllSeeingEye

Replied On Dec 16th 2010:

So, you DID send him ass pics? I KNEW IT!

Mouse_Protector (Verified Cape) (Protectorate East)

Replied On Dec 16th 2010:

So, that's why all those pictures of my tits didn't achieve anything! Magos prefers ass!

Legend Your protege needs your help increasing the quality of her cosmetics pack! I just need one good picture! No, make it two!

Legend (Triumvirate)

Replied On Dec 16th 2010:

Mouse_Protector

Leave me out of this. And if I catch you following me with a camera again, I'm putting you in your time-out room.

Amogus (Verified Cape) (C4D Developer)

Replied On Dec 16th 2010:

EVERYONE, STOP SENDING ME ASS PICTS OF YOUR DISGUSTING MEAT-BODIES!

(p.s. Unless of course, you're an AI and/or gynoid, then by all means, send it to me)

AllSeeingEye

Replied On Dec 16th 2010:

You're not fooling anyone, Magos! Me, least of all.

XxVoid_CowboyxX

Replied On Dec 16th 2010:

Amogus

PM me the Mouse Protector tits pics. I'm begging you, man!

Mouse_Protector (Verified Cape) (Protectorate East)

Replied On Dec 16th 2010:

Oh, you poor thing. Here you go! Pictures of my tits!

[Link] [Link] [Link] [Link]

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XxVoid_CowboyxX

Replied On Dec 16th 2010:

Wtf? These are just birds!

Good Ship Morpheus

Replied On Dec 16th 2010:

"Tits" or chickadee constitute the Paridae, a large family of small passerine birds which occur mainly in the Northern Hemisphere and Africa. Most were formerly classified in the genus Parus.

Ergo, you've been had, Void. Again.

XxVoid_CowboyxX

Replied On Dec 16th 2010:

Mouse_Protector (Verified Cape) (Protectorate East)

Replied On Dec 16th 2010:

Yes, they are! Aren't they just the cutest birds?!

But seriously, sending pics of my bare chest to Magos really didn't work... so maybe Legend's will. Momma Mouse Protector's C4D cosmetics has gotta be top class after all.

SpecificProtagonist (Cape Groupie)

Replied On Dec 16th 2010:

Everyone seems to have forgotten that Magos is now currently sitting on the largest collection of cape ass pics in the entire world. Self-taken ones at that!

Amogus

For the love of all that's holy, pm the collection to me! I'll do anything! ANYTHING!

Clockblocker (Verified Cape) (Wards ENE)

Replied On Dec 16th 2010:

Oh, what the hell. May as well join the band wagon.

Magos

PM sent.

E. Piggot (Protectorate Employee)

Replied On Dec 16th 2010:

I am posting here for the benefit of any PRT Ward in this thread.

I had hoped for this to already have been obvious, but, Wards, you are not to send sexually suggestive photos. Especially in exchange for favours.

If any of you wish to be proper Protectorate heroes in the future, you should act like it.

Assault (Verified Cape) (Protectorate ENE)

Replied On Dec 16th 2010:

Magos

Ass pic sent!

C'mon, I want an 'Assault Red' cosmetics pack too!

Edit: Sorry, Director. We posted around the same second.

E. Piggot (Protectorate Employee)

Replied On Dec 16th 2010:

Office. Now.

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Earth-Bet was pure suffering, and my name wasn't even Taylor Hebert.

It was then that I discovered that formidable titans of tremendous power (and sheer utter bullshit) were also wandering within my domain…

CALL 4 DUTY GLOBAL LEADERBOARD

#1: 11thWing

#2: FedoraGurl

#3: Numeri_Calvin

#4: ClockworkRabbit

#5: UBER_WAS_HERE

#6: SmellsLikeVictor-y

"Don't you all have better things to do?" I demanded at the names listed down on the glowing hololith pane.

11thWing (aka the Simurgh herself) had logged more hours in the game than anyone else by an immense margin. Was the Simurgh not doing anything except play Call 4 Duty the entire time she was in orbit? But her insane number of hours wasn't the main reason why she had practically cemented her number one spot. In this 4-player coop about killing zombies, she always played solo, and always on the hardest difficulty: "40K". And she did this for every single game with pause and without rest. Her score was so high that she could stop playing right now and a normal human would still need a few years of playing to even come close to her score.

Recordings of her playthroughs have become legendary. The showoff also constantly did trick shots just to style on everyone else. Perhaps most surprising of all was how she was a big spender… despite me not knowing where in the warp the Simurgh was getting her money from. She's one of the very few who was coming close to collecting all of the cosmetics in the game.

I paused… Once again reminded me of just how bullshit my Loot Box mechanic is. If an eldritch apocalypse-machine of an angel who has unlimited funds and can see into the future is unable to collect all of my cosmetics, then how much more impossible would it be for a normal player?

…Omnissiah forgive me.

FedoraGurl (aka the Contessa herself) played perfectly as was expected from her level of bullshit Thinker 12. She practically speedruns every level. And is a legend in the speedrunning community for it. Aim that was perfect down to the pixel. Reflexes that were precognitive… I was sure that if I hadn't used [Binharic Weaving] to code my game to perfection, she would be glitching herself to the finish line every time.

Why she was even playing the game was beyond me. But somehow, some way, my Loot Boxes had defeated her Path to Victory, because even she didn't have all the cosmetics… and that was still sinking in for me: A woman with the power to instantly determine the exact steps needed to accomplish any task and perform them accurately… wasn't able to defeat my Loot Boxes… They should give me the power rating of Loot Boxer 6.

Numeri_Calvin (aka the NumberMan himself) was more of the same in terms of speedrunning my game, but with a heavier focus on opening Loot Boxes. And just like Contessa, he also didn't have all the cosmetics. And that really made me wonder.

A quick scan through the list of players and found that Legend, Eidolon and Alexandria had all logged in under some pseudonym at least once.

What was happening over in Cauldron that they were playing my video game?

Wait… were they explicitly trying to figure out my Loot Box tech? Was my tech truly so evil that it had transformed into something that would require Cauldron's attentions? Or perhaps using the eddies of the Warp to randomise my Loot Boxes wasn't such a good idea after all…? I should probably look into that soon. But, in the meantime, it has at least made my Loot Boxes literally uncheatable.

… And those were the threats from without. From within, my dominion was decaying with acts of pure degeneracy…

[The Undersiders' Hideout]

Lisa Wilbourn turned up the volume of her C4D match, but the disturbing noises coming from the other room were still bleeding through.

"And looks like that's the end of our stream, I'm Jean16 and thank you for watching my stream! Let's meet up tomorrow when I play some C4D tomorrow! See you guys, UwU~!"

Then the door to said room swung wide open, and her power gave way, WAY too much information.

"Fuck, Alec, I don't want to look at you right now!" Lisa screeched- shielding her eyes, "At least change out of that miniskirt and pink thigh-high socks when you go out of your room!"

Jean-Paul 'Alec' Vasily (aka Regent) just frowned at her- crossing his arms over his purple croptop that showed off the pale skin of his flat tummy all the way down to where his black miniskirt was hanging dangerously low on his hips.

"You're the one who told me that I pulled off the Femboy look really well!" He shot back with a girly pout, "I'm earning almost as much money streaming myself playing video games all day long as I did stealing! Besides, these thigh-highs are really comfy!"

Lisa watched in horror as he rubbed his thighs together, and she caught a glimpse of-

"Ohmygod, are you wearing girl's g-string pantie- Blueeerrgghhh!"

She threw up her lunch all over the coffee table.

"Ew, Lisa! Gross!"

"Speak for yourself." She grimaced as she wiped her mouth while keeping her eyes firmly shut, "You're the one who flashes his ass all over the net."

"Don't talk to me about asses." Alec shot back as she heard him walk over to the kitchen- the clatter of soda bottles against root beer cans signalling that he was searching the fridge.

He's bending over to reach the milk at the back of the fridge where he hid his energy drinks.

His pale ass is completely exposed. It is plump and round.

Looks even better than yours.

Lisa just gritted her teeth. Sometimes, she absolutely hated her power. She refused to believe that Alec had a better ass than her. She had her pride as a teenage girl after all! But more than that, she was sure as hell can prove her powers wrong. Forcefully wrenching her one eye open for just a second, Lisa caught the slightest glimpse of her male teammate's exposed ass as he bent over at the fridge.

Perfectly symmetrical, lightly toned from life on the run, perfect layer of fat rounding it out.

Definitely looks even better than yours.

Fuck you, power. Fuck youuuuu.

"Besides, aren't you the one making Brian do all those squats lately to work on his ass?" He asked as he finally found the energy drink that he had.

"Yeah, cuz the seduction mission is still a go." Lisa grinned proudly, "After that 'Armsmaster Blue' incident, I managed to convince the boss to reconsider. After all, if Magos liked Armsie's ass, then he'll definitely love Brians! He didn't sound like he needed much convincing though. I think the boss is desperate to find any worthwhile information on Magos."

"I thought that was Brian's mission only." Alec wondered out loud as he took a sip from his drink- his choker hiding the movement of his Adam's apple, "Or did you convince Brian to split it with you?"

"Nah, Brian is the one who's going to be earning the big bucks. But I just wanted to be proven right, and that makes it all worth it for me."

And yet, I-

Oh fuck, I'm broke.

Technically speaking, not broke.

In an effort to stop the deluge of filthy organic ass pics being sent to me, I had bought a majority stake in PHO, but that may have been too big to chew for my bank accounts.

I was 'only' a multi-millionaire, not a billionaire. I was pouring copious amounts of money over a dozen different places in such large quantities that it will take a month or two before I fully recover- which was blindingly fast… just not for Earth-Bet. Because, this multiverse was going to end in 50 months in the most optimistic scenarios.

Which meant that I needed even more money, which in turn meant…

Several predatory business practices from the 21st century are viable to exploit Earth-Bet for immense pro-

"No." I immediately refused my Logis Acceleritas' suggestion. "I have committed enough horrific evils."

Profit leads to Capital leads to Raw Materials leads to gynoid waifus.

"No."

Thicc gynoid thighs for lap-pillows. Luxurious and perfectly synthetic.

"No."

Perfectly formed mouths, no need for air… and artificial tongues that can operate for hours on end without tire.

"Stop taunting me, my brain." I half-threatened.

Impeccably-soft android vagina. By the pairs, by the dozens.

I folded.

"I am so sorry, Earth-Bet. But this… This needs to be done. It's for a good cause."

It was time to make another game to squeeze out even more money out of the people of Earth-Bet through questionable business practices. And so, on a floating hololith pane, I typed in the working title of my new game and just stared at it. The simple letters belying the horror that I was about to unleash upon this world. First came the Loot Boxes, then came the Paid Mods, and now…

Fate Impact

… now comes the gacha waifu game.

If Earth-Bet wasn't doomed before, then it certainly is now. Let the waifu wars begin.