There was nothing particularly complicated about Gio’s welfare plan for Gardeners.
“Become a pig—zap.”
“Kkureureu!”
That was all.
What about the countless Garden friends he had painted before? Those friends possessed selves of their own. They also had the right to independence. In other words, the Garden friends had not quietly submitted a declaration that they intended to enter the world as part of Gio’s plan.
‘But that isn’t a major problem.’
After all, just in case, he had painted only good friends.
‘They aren’t children who will cause trouble.’
Gio trusted what one might call his babies.
But when he attempted to open for business, there were no customers. Of course, he could provide a service that went directly to them, but that was not a street stall. It was merely the commonplace mobile service found everywhere these days. Regrettably, it possessed neither romance nor amusement.
And George, the incarnation of dopamine, would not permit that.
“How can a person’s life have no romance?”
And not even any fun?
“That simply will not do.”
Thus, another element was added to the plan.
“We begin marketing.”
“Meow.”
“Yes, Dana. Living or dead, simply bite one and bring them to me. This Dad will seduce them properly. It is my specialty.”
“Kkoong?”
“Honey, if you can catch someone while following your little sister, you may bring them too. Of course, I will not sit idle either.”
George was rather solemn about it.
“This tragedy occurred because Gardens have so little foot traffic…!”
And so he targeted places with plenty of foot traffic. Namely, Dungeons.
Unless circumstances were unusual, Dungeons contained people. There was even a saying that a guild could feed three generations merely by owning a single decent Dungeon.
Thus, although unpopular Dungeons might exist on Earth, undiscovered Dungeons could not. Probably.
“If we wish to become a famous restaurant, rumors must spread first. Only then will people visit even from far away. A truly famous restaurant must be capable of drawing people in despite the distance….”
“Kkoo…?”
“Father, place your faith in this pretty son. I may not look it, but I have traveled…