Video Game Tycoon in Tokyo-Chapter 844: Paving a New Path

"There are so many people here... it's honestly beyond what I expected. I didn't know this many people loved video games."

"Of course, mister! Video games are one of the most popular forms of entertainment in the world now. But with this many people, it might be hard to get the games you want today."

The young man entered the main hall of the game store alongside Anthony, and as they took in the sea of people inside, he began to feel a bit overwhelmed.

The store was packed wall-to-wall. For someone young, squeezing through the crowd was manageable. But for someone like Anthony, it would be much tougher.

His physical endurance couldn't compare to that of the younger folks.

"It's fine," Anthony said casually, "If I can't get the games today, I'll come back tomorrow. And if not tomorrow, then the day after. No big deal."

He seemed entirely unfazed. At his age, there wasn't much left that could rattle him.

He certainly wasn't about to jeopardize his health over video games. He still had to keep living—carry on with the will of his child, and experience the games his child had never gotten to play.

...

...

It was both an obsession and a wish—a personal mission.

The young man opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, the words didn't come.

In the store, people were shoulder to shoulder, buying up games as quickly as they were stocked.

Gamestar Electronic Entertainment's sales frenzy showed no sign of slowing down, not even for something as unusual as a game console release.

Of course, it helped that the launch lineup was stacked:Super Mario Odyssey, the latest Need for Speed, a new Monster Hunter, a new IP from Uncharted, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, and even Final Fantasy X.

Each one of those titles could've sparked a gaming frenzy on its own. Released all at once? It was enough to send fans into a frenzy.

Store staff were restocking non-stop, and even then, customers would snatch cartridges right off the carts before they even reached the shelves.

As for the Switch consoles themselves—gone the instant they appeared.

And yet, it was precisely because there were so many people that Anthony felt himself start to hesitate.

There was a small pang of regret.

"Mister, how about you wait outside? I can get the games you want for you," the young man said earnestly.

He was genuinely worried about Anthony's well-being.

But Anthony shook his head, eyes steady. "No. I want to buy these games myself."

Sometimes, people need to hold onto certain things—that's what gives life meaning.

The young man suddenly looked conflicted.

"Mister... you said earlier you'd come to terms with what happened to your son?"

"Hm? Yes, I have. Death is inevitable. It'll come for me too, before long. And when it does, I'll finally see my son again. Until then, I just want to play as many games as I can—so I can tell him all about them when I see him."

In his heart, Anthony hoped that would help mend the bond they never had in life.

Hearing this, the young man seemed to resolve himself.

"Mister, if you don't mind... I might do something a little bold. But I think it'll help."

Anthony looked at him, surprised. "Something bold...?"

"Everyone, listen to me!"

The young man suddenly climbed up on something and shouted loudly. Even in the chaotic noise of the store, his voice cut through.

Aside from being an avid gamer, the young man also streamed games online—not a huge name, but known in his circles. He was used to projecting his voice, exaggerating reactions for his audience. He'd never imagined his loud voice would come in handy like this.

The store, which had been buzzing with activity, quieted slightly as heads turned toward him.

Some people looked annoyed.

"What's with the yelling?"

"Can you keep it down, man?"

"Could we please let this man—this elder—get the games he came for?" the young man called out.

"Huh? Who is he?"

"Why should he go first? We were here earlier than him. It's only fair we go first."

People didn't understand. Some were clearly irritated.

They even started to regard the young man like he was some kind of idiot.

"Please, just hear me out. We're all gamers here—we all share this passion. So let's show a little respect, a little dignity. You may not know who this man is."

He turned to look at Anthony.

Anthony stood there, utterly stunned.

But then, he seemed to understand what the young man was trying to do. He hesitated for a moment, then said nothing—just watched quietly.

The young man, encouraged, raised his voice again:

"Do you know who this is? This is Anthony."

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"Anthony? Who's that?"

"That name rings a bell... but I can't remember why."

"Eh, what's it matter to us?"

"Yeah, we're here to buy games, not listen to stories. Unless you're the God of Gaming or something."

The young man ignored the complaints and began to tell Anthony's story.

A father who lost his child. A child who loved video games. A father who, once unable to understand, now plays games to feel closer to the son he never truly connected with. Who plays now—hoping that in the next life, he can say, I played them all, for you.

It was a story that tugged at the heart, no matter who you were.

"Anthony... wait, Anthony! I remember now!"

The young man nodded. "Yes. This is that Anthony. And all he wants... is to experience the joy of gaming that his son once loved. To buy these games himself. To stand here like the rest of us and be a gamer—not just in name, but in action."

"We're all gamers, right? We all know what that passion feels like. Can't we show just a bit of respect for that?"

"He's not going to take your games. He's just one man."

The store fell silent.

And then, finally, someone stepped aside.

"Anthony, you can go ahead."

That one person's gesture was all it took.

One by one, others followed, and soon a clear path opened—leading Anthony straight to the game shelf.