June 30, 2038 | 8:00 AM | Inside the GREM Virtual World
Inside the "Pink World" Server...
This server was teeming with a massive influx of players seeking the most realistic adventure experience possible. Here, every character was controlled by a 'real person'—no AI allowed.
Following the lifting of the ban on human sexualized labor, many women with a natural talent for service and hospitality collaborated to create an adventure world that guaranteed the vibrancy of reality. They took on roles as beautifully dressed, charming characters, providing interactions far more complex and alluring than any AI. This led to a continuous stream of players and, finally, a way for these women to earn a living once again.
But while one group of women began to find happiness... another side was drowning in suffocating tension.
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Inside Nisa’s Private Operations Server...
Across a vast meadow, numerous holographic screens displayed fluctuating data.
“Where is the highest spike coming from?” Nisa asked Khim, her dedicated staff member, her face etched with stress as she watched the wager numbers continue to climb.
“The highest volume is coming from the student demographic, Ms. Nisa. Second is women secretly watching dramas,” Khim, a young woman in glasses, reported her analysis.
“But didn't all the streaming platforms agree to cooperate with us?” Nisa asked, confused. All romantic films focusing on the lead actor's looks had been purged from the systems. Where were these women still finding them?
In the current world of GREM, diversity was immense. However, the strict ban on human-based sexualized content acted as a wall that prevented film studios from bringing 'live-action' movies into the system. Since massive profits were being blocked, major media providers had readily cooperated with Nisa, hoping to reclaim the virtual market they had been cut off from.
“It’s the pirated sites... we can’t reach those,” Khim replied honestly.
“And what is the total count now?” Nisa asked, her voice tight with anxiety.
“Sixty-eight million,” Pim, her secretary, answered softly.
Nisa slumped into her chair, drained. Even though her virtual body didn't feel physical fatigue, her mental state was being crushed into dust.
“Ms. Nisa!” Bee, a short-haired woman with a youthful face, ran in with a new holographic report. “The female unemployment rate... it’s dropped to only ten percent!”
That report brought a smile back to Nisa’s face. Hope surged within her. “Halfway... we’ve made it halfway. Just a little more!” she whispered, comforting herself before ordering an even more intense level of cooperation and campaigning.
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June 25, 2038 | 11:00 AM
Many educational institutions adjusted their schedules, separating male and female students to attend on different days to provide maximum support for the wager.
In the real world, volunteer groups of women patrolled and monitored others to see if they were secretly watching prohibited content. Some cooperated, while others reacted with explosive fury.
Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.
In a public park in Thailand...
“What the hell are you looking at! Are you that desperate? Huh?!” a woman screamed at another girl who had been caught secretly watching a drama, leading to a man filming her. In this park, free Wi-Fi was provided. If anyone had looked closely at the router, they would have seen small letters: ‘Komi Cyber’—a subsidiary of Saito Corporation.
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November 1, 2038 | 7:30 PM | Inside the GREM Virtual World
Inside Nisa’s Private Operations Server...
“We have almost all other spikes under control. Only the pirated drama views remain,” Khim reported, monitoring the hotspots for secret filming.
“Just a little more... just a little more,” Nisa stood whispering, her heart racing. She was terrified but hopeful. The number had climbed to ninety million. But time was running out. “Pim!”
“Yes?”
“Change our method. From now on, stop campaigning to the women!”
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November 5, 2038 | 3:30 PM | Central Hub
“Please, don't film us... we beg of you. We promise to build a better society for you. We won't let 'handsome' have a price anymore. Please have mercy on us.”
Groups of women began campaigning for sympathy from the men, begging them to stop filming those who were still slipping up. This desperate plea happened worldwide, both inside and outside GREM. The activists worked tirelessly. So hard that...
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December 26, 2038 | 5:20 PM
After the life-and-death campaign and the wager count nearing its limit...
Men began to feel sympathy. They started campaigning for the women, sharing posts, and spreading the word. They had made enough money. They stopped. They stopped pressing the record button. They stopped submitting clips. They suppressed their own greed to give the women a chance.
Nisa, Khim, Pim, and Bee stared at the number. It had been frozen at 99,999,953 for twenty days straight. If it stayed still for just five more days... it would all be over.
“Just five more days...” Nisa whispered. “Yes... just five more days,” Khim echoed, her face pale from holding her breath.
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December 27, 2038 | 1:30 PM | Thailand
Inside an apartment...
“Ugh... my body is so sore.” ‘Nat,’ a chubby young man, got out of bed after exiting GREM. Suddenly, the system inside had alerted him that his girlfriend might be cheating. He had logged out early.
He walked toward the kitchen, where he expected his girlfriend, ‘Bow,’ to be. He found her—a beautiful, long-haired woman. She was staring at the remaining time on the clock with a relaxed expression while browsing a secret chat app that advertised: ‘Chat with handsome men with zero chance of getting caught.’
“Only four days left...” Bow thought to herself confidently. She swiped until she matched with a stunningly handsome man with a boyish charm.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
Nat’s roar shattered the silence. He held his phone up, recording her instantly.
Bow jumped, her face turning as white as paper. She threw her phone away as if it were burning hot, but seeing that Nat had already recorded the clip, she threw herself at him.
“Nat! Don’t send it!” She fell to her knees, clutching his waist tightly.
“You said you loved me! Then what was that?!” Nat screamed, holding his phone high out of her reach.
“I’ll do anything, Nat... whatever you want! I’ll do it! Just don’t send that clip! Please, I beg you!”
Nat looked down at the beautiful woman pleading with him. In the past, he would have yielded. But now... beauty had no price for him anymore. And he believed that if women remained at the bottom, this woman could never leave him.
Tap.
Nat pressed 'Send' with cold, heartless indifference. And this wasn't just happening here. That specific app had been targeted with ads globally at this exact moment.
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December 30, 2038 | 8:42 PM | Inside the GREM Virtual World
At the Central Hub...
Amidst a deafening silence, the numbers on the giant holographic billboard slowly ticked upward until they stopped at...
100,000,000
