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Eric had only ever contacted this fan online before, but he knew the person was not someone who liked to joke around.

He wandered downstairs to the living room, puzzled. He planned to check what was going on with the game, only to discover that his father had somehow already returned.

His father was a game review columnist, and his own love for games was guided by him.

His tough-guy styled father had always been his pride. And although reserved and taciturn, his father always fully respected his choices. Even when he expressed his wish to drop out of school to become a game streamer, his father only repeatedly made sure he had thought it through before providing him with startup funds to begin from scratch.

Even now that he was earning far more than his father, he still held him in high regard.

At the moment, his father, reeking of smoke and with a stubbly beard, was tidying up the game console.