The venue was breathtakingly beautiful. It was large, the largest there was in Sanctauri. The chairs made it look like a fantastical world, where royals dine and have parties.
The ceiling was very high, making anyone inside seem insignificant, like it was made for giants to fit in. They were absolute swallowed hole by the beast, and the belly of it looked elegant.
The venue could fit thousands and thousands of people. The floor was made of obsidian marble stone, with brushes of gold spread across. Like fairy dust.
Blakeson was backstage, looking at the supposedly audience of the century through the curtains.
"Where the hell is everyone Trent?"
The venue was empty, in this venue's standards anyway. There were five hundred people attending but because of the vastness of it, it made it look like two.
Trent was sweating buckets. He was sure he didn't want to be there anymore, after leaving his master's study the other day, he did find out about the video. He never thought it'd do so much damage though.
Everyone here who was a guest was from the upper district, anyone else from the middle and lower were employees of the company.
They greatly underestimated the popularity of the game. None of them could've imagined that one single potion could make such a big difference.
They spent a good amount of money too, to make this launch happen. But now it was proving to be another failure.
'Dammit, if only I'd have acquired that company.' He thought, regret plagued his mind.
He now wished he could've bought it, he berated himself for stalling. Playing the long game came with risks, ones he never calculated because he didn't register that the game would make people rich over night.
And most of all, that one of those would buy the company and hold the majority of shares.
"Sir, look at this." Trent stretched out his shaking arm, a phone in hand.
He couldn't believe his eyes, it was a live video from the Waynworth Enterprise launch. The venue was packed, so much that many people couldn't even get inside but they didn't seem to mind.
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"Bel, if you take any more time in there, we're going to be late." He yelled at the door.
Isla took out her phone and started recording. She'd never seen that many people in one place before, it was a wonder.
Their transportation took only ten minutes to reach the venue. Landing was a hassle, they had to go over at the back, the front was already filled with people. It would've been impossible to get in using the front.
"Hiro's potions sure are popular." Isla commented.
They were ushered inside by security. Despite it being a third rate venue, they've managed to turn it around with decorations alone. The tickets to come were first come, first serve.
Everyone was already seated according to the number on their tickets. Each ticket costed about 1 cred. The moment the video went up, the tickets sold out within seconds.
"Dad!"
"Dad?" Sekani balled his fist and hit him at the back of head. "When last did you even call, you unfilial son."
"Ouch. You want me to pass don't you?" He knew it was a weak excuse so he quickly changed the subject. "Where are my siblings anyway?"
"Bet they don't even remember you." Stay tuned with empire
Kiro rolled his eyes, it was obvious that they didn't. They were just infants, he was sure their brain was so small they didn't have space to fit more than one thing at a time.
"Wow, how do they all look like you?" Hiro was a bit surprised.
"Seriously, why did they choose your mundane looks. Your mum is better looking." Saanvi said picking one up.
But the one she picked up didn't want to be carried, at least not by her. She was desperately trying to get to her brother, as if she knew who he was.
"That's right Liyana, that girl is no good, come to your brother." Kiro egged her on.
"Tsk. I'll just get another, you have four remember?"
To her surprise they all wanted their older brother.
Kiro looked at her solemnly, "Saanvi, don't ever have kids."