Chapter 138
Since I often recommended games to the members, I could confidently say that I knew my way around games better than most in the company.
For someone like me, who had only a handful of strengths worth boasting about, this was one of the few things I could truly take pride in.
So, it naturally fell to me to explain Black Warning and the newly added mods to the members for this collab.
The only difference this time was that instead of discussing everything over TalkCord, we were now meeting in person.
Normally, I would have called everyone to the ninth floor of the office, but that space was now occupied by the second-generation members. So today, we all gathered at Dora’s place.
Since she lived alone, and if left to set everything up herself, she’d definitely fumble, it made sense to borrow her place to get everything ready—including preloading the mods on her computer.
...Ah, now that I think about it, there was one more difference.
Two hands were resting on my head, four on my shoulders, and two more on my waist as I sat in a chair talking about the game.
Lately, for some reason, everyone had started treating me like a pet—stroking me, fidgeting with my hair, and touching me at random.
Before, they’d at least been a little cautious about it, but ever since I was the one who suggested this collab, whatever wall had been there before had completely crumbled.
Regardless, I had to do my job, so I continued explaining the changes in the mod.
Damage doubled, meaning that the two of them—who were essentially the ultimate cowardly duo forced into a DPS role—were already whining.