Chapter 37: The Day That Started It All.
Richard's phone buzzed nonstop. His laptop screen was already cluttered with notification pop-ups, email alerts, and message requests.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he scrolled through the overwhelming wave of inquiries. His inbox was packed—journalists, publishers, streamers, gaming forums, even corporate firms—all demanding something from them.
Jack, sitting across the room, had his arms crossed as he peered over Richard's shoulder. His brows furrowed as he scanned the email subjects.
"URGENT: Interested in ByteBull Studios' AI Engine"
"Request for Interview – Is Your Game Real?"
"Military AI? Government Inquiry"
"AI-Generated Dialogue? This is Next-Gen Tech"
"Please Confirm: Is This a Marketing Hoax?"
Jack's stomach sank. "Dude. This is way too much."
Richard leaned back in his chair, rubbing his face. "Yeah... I know."
Jack pointed at the screen. "We've got tech firms, investors, and even defense contractors sniffing around our inbox. That's not just gaming industry people anymore. That's some serious corporate interest."