Sung-Woon said to Hongo, “Don’t worry.”

Sung-Woon had become a little uncomfortable when dealing with his creations ever since this whole thing started. In the game version of The Lost World, Sung-Woon wasn’t really the type to have conversations with the creations. At the end of the day, they were nothing but AIs.

The Lost World made it possible for the players to talk with their creations, but they only responded with pre-set phrases. Things were different in this world, and there was another reason why Sung-Woon felt uncomfortable talking to them.

-What do you mean?

Sung-Woon thought for a moment.

‘They talk too much in the real world version of the game.’

It was as if they had souls of their own. Sung-Woon was not upset about it per se, but it did make it difficult for him to deal with them. Sung-Woon used to use his creations as if they were simply another limb, in other words, he used them like a macro, but now the macro was talking to him.

‘It probably won’t matter if I completely ignore them. Speaking from a system’s perspective, all my creations are completely obedient and follow my commands unconditionally.’

But the idea of ignoring them also made Sung-Woon uncomfortable. And it would not do him any harm to answer their simple questions and show them kindness.

“I knew this would happen.”

-You knew this would happen?

“Yes.”

Even if the locust swarm ate all the grain, that could not completely stop the players from developing. Sung-Woon had also reduced the range, effectiveness, and frequency of the swarm...