30 Years after Reincarnation, it turns out to be a Romance Fantasy Novel

Derrick, the gray-haired boy, tousled his hair as he shook his head, groaning like a whimpering puppy.

“Mordred, hmm… Wasn't that assigned to the second team lead…?”

Derrick looked awkward.

He was pretty sure he'd once boasted to his instructor that there was nothing in this world he didn't know.

‘Guess humility is a virtue for a reason.’

He had to admit, without hesitation, that there was far too much he didn’t know.

‘Making the worldbuilding this vast really is a problem…’

That was just how game development worked.
Even in the same project, different teams handled different parts, and even within the planning department, the work was divided so that each person had their own area of focus.
Especially in a large-scale AAA game, the number of side stories branching off from the main setting had to be staggering.
Dozens—no, hundreds of developers were needed just to keep up with that workload.

So, considering he was merely one of the countless planners on the team, it was only natural that his knowledge had limits. Berating himself over it was meaningless.
If anything, it was impressive that he knew as much as he did.

And yet…

‘It still feels pathetic not being able to help at all.’

He considered this person his benefactor, and yet he couldn't offer any meaningful assistance.

There was no avoiding the self-loathing creeping in.

He wanted to get up and help directly, but—

‘I can't just leave right now…’

Derrick was in the middle of a quest—or rather, an incredibly important operation.
It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

‘There won’t be a second chance to obtain a Unique-grade item, the Grail Fragment.’

The grand side story, Memories of the Autumn Fairy.
To complete it, he had to entertain the fairy’s avatar to its satisfaction.
If successful, he would receive the Grail Fragment, which the avatar carried like an ornamental hairpin.

However, fulfilling the item acquisition conditions required an absurd sacrifice—
For a total of 24 days, he had to ‘entertain’ the avatar without letting it grow bored.

As a result, Derrick had already spent the past 15 days getting only two or three hours of sleep per night, forced to play the role of a clown.

…It was an absolute nightmare, all because fairies—avatars or not—never slept.

A truly extreme situation.

He had already invested so much effort into this quest that abandoning it now wasn’t an option.
So, the only thing he could do to help was—

‘Maybe I should send over what little info I do have?’

Specifically, information on the second team lead who had handled Mordred’s side story.

Derrick didn’t know the details of the story itself, but he did know how most of the team lead’s projects had ended.
And if Mordred’s storyline followed the same pattern…

‘That guy was kind of twisted… No, actually—’

To put it bluntly, a pervert.