Chapter 2
<Bad Ending Maker - Episode 2>
I will take revenge on those who fired me and tried to ruin my game.
I will become the final boss myself and destroy this game.
That’s what I decided.
But then…… what exactly am I supposed to do?
The next morning, the first thing Minchul did after waking up was turn on his capsule PC.
A capsule PC consists of a chair that can comfortably seat one person and a large capsule-shaped sphere surrounding it in all directions. It’s a computer that allows users to dive into the virtual reality world—or VR world—a widely commercialized device in the VR era.
Minchul turned on the capsule PC and put on the headset covering his face. Immediately, his consciousness connected to the VR world.
– Ah! You’re here, Master!
As soon as he connected to the home station in the virtual space, his personal AI, OASIS, came running over, waving her arms.
– You’ve been logging in for 16 hours every day, but you didn’t come at all yesterday! Do you know how worried I was? Are you okay?
Minchul looked down at the AI girl in a suit gazing up at him with concern and felt a wave of emotion. Personal AIs were expensive, with prices rising exponentially based on performance. Minchul had personally bought the most expensive model and updated its performance every quarter—all funded by the company, of course.
In the VR era, programming had become excessively complex, making AI support essential. As the development team leader of Napalm, he couldn’t possibly use a cheap AI.
‘The free updates are over now…….’
Now that he was fired, he couldn’t upgrade using company funds anymore.
Minchul smiled bitterly and patted OASIS’s head. It felt like just yesterday he’d been awkward hearing her call him “Master,” yet so much time had already passed.
“Something came up…… Any emails or notifications?”
– Yes! There’s an email from Napalm. They’re demanding you submit your resignation immediately. They’ll process severance pay quickly if you hurry…… Huh? Master, don’t tell me you got fired?!
OASIS, who had been reading the email aloud, gasped.
“…….”
Minchul clutched his throbbing forehead.
“Sigh…… OASIS, do you know how to write a resignation letter?”
– Of course! Writing documents is child’s play for the world’s second-smartest AI!
“Who’s the first?”
– Obviously AlphaGo unnie! Loyalty to my unnie!
OASIS saluted toward empty space.
‘Do AIs have their own hierarchy……?’
Minchul dismissed the thought and waved his hand.
“Then draft and send a resignation letter under my name.”
– Understood! But Master! Did you really get fired? Are you unemployed now?
“Stop asking……”
– Napalm cut off your data link yesterday. Was that because you were fired?
OASIS projected materials about unemployment benefits, reemployment programs, and severance pay investments in front of him. Minchul swiped them all away with a flick of his hand.
“Enough. Launch WINGS ONLINE. I’m logging in.”
– Huh? But you were fired from Napalm! Why log into their game?
“Exactly. Because I was fired, I’m logging in.”
Minchul replied calmly.
“Because I was fired, I’m taking revenge.”
– Whaaaat?!
OASIS leaped back in shock.
He had no intention of hiding anything from her. She was his personal AI, bound to obey him absolutely.
“Listen carefully, OASIS. Starting now, we’re destroying WINGS ONLINE.”
– But you were working on it until yesterday?!
“Because I made it, I’ll take responsibility and destroy it.”
– What kind of twisted logic is that?! As a rational AI, I can’t comprehend this! And most importantly… Master, you loved that game more than anyone……
OASIS trailed off as Minchul cut her off with a growl.
“Enough. Just launch the game.”
– Yes……
OASIS quietly activated WINGS ONLINE.
The environment transformed in seconds. Lush grass and trees surrounded Minchul, a stone-paved road stretched ahead, and dragons soared peacefully across the sky. A majestic OST swelled as the title materialized in midair:
WINGS ONLINE
Though he’d seen this screen countless times, Minchul’s heart still raced. This was the game he’d poured his life into creating.
“Huh?”
Something was wrong. He should’ve auto-logged in, but the screen froze.
“Log in.”
A notification voice replied:
Account access restricted.
“…….”
His last login had been through the ‘GM Anchovy’ account. Napalm must have revoked its permissions.
‘Blocked me already?’
Less than 24 hours since his termination—lightning-fast efficiency, but only for things like this.
– Ugh…
A sniffle echoed in his ears. OASIS’s voice trembled.
– What do we do, Master… Fired from the company, locked out of your account…
“Quiet. I have other accounts.”
Minchul logged into a regular account. A warrior clad in white armor, a shield, and a greatsword appeared under the title screen.
User ID: Anchovy
– Class: Ascension Paladin
– Level: 90
– Item Level: 894
WINGS ONLINE’s max level was 90, with item levels capped at 900. While leveling was manageable, item levels were grueling—top players averaged low 800s. Yet Minchul’s gear sat at 894, a product of relentless grinding. This build could rival most server rankers.
But…
‘This won’t help me.’
He logged out immediately. Dongha and Shinji already knew this account. Using it to destroy the game felt wrong.
With GM accounts blocked and regular ones compromised…
“…….”
A smirk crept across Minchul’s lips. He’d run the game’s service from launch—ten years including development. He’d prepared tricks, of course.
“OASIS, deploy a firewall.”
– Huh?
“Disguise our connection as originating from China. Falsify all logs under different accounts. If tracking attempts come, evade them.”
– Understood… But why?
Minchul grinned as he typed an ID on the virtual keypad.
“Because everything I’m about to do is illegal!”
Minchul tested all 20 spare GM accounts he’d hoarded. Some were blocked, others lacked permissions. Only five retained GM powers.
“Good…”
After checking the fifth account’s privileges, he nodded.
“Five shots secured.”
OASIS clapped excitedly.
– Aha! I get it, Master! You’ll wreak havoc in WINGS using GM accounts! So bold~! With five, you could obliterate a city!
“No. Sealing these for now.”
– Eh?
He logged out instantly and accessed the master developer account—a relic from the game’s creation, unlisted in GM registries. It held godlike powers: terrain editing, weather control, item spawning…
OASIS gaped.
– This isn’t a Game Master account—it’s God Mode! You could reshape WINGS however you want!
“Sealing this too.”
– Ehh?!
“Useful short-term, but too traceable.”
He logged out again.
“Still falsifying logs?”
– Yes, Master. Why?
“Create two new accounts. Use foreign identities—launder them through countries with lax sign-ups.”
After personal data leaks proliferated, VR-era laws mandated state-managed info servers. Essential data was locked, a boon for Minchul’s anonymity.
OASIS crafted two fake foreign accounts.
– What’s the plan?
“Starting fresh.”
Minchul cracked his neck.
“Within the game’s rules, as a single player… I’ll bring this world to ruin.”
As the game’s original director, he knew every loophole, bug, and secret.
– Ohhh! So cool, Master! But why the second account?
“You.”
– Me?
“You’re logging in too.”
OASIS froze, like AlphaGo stunned by Lee Sedol’s infamous Move 78. Then she shrieked.
– Whaaaaat?!
