My Players Are So Fierce

902: 307.

Hundred Days of Massive Construction and Action!

902: 307.

Hundred Days of Massive Construction and Action!

Fifteen minutes before the countdown for new players was to end, a young man who had just picked up a package from his office’s front desk was calling his family, holding the box.

There was nothing strange about the scene, but the content of the phone call was somewhat odd.

“Mom, don’t worry, I’ve confirmed Dad definitely hasn’t cheated, and he’s not fooling around outside…

Really!

He’s just playing a game, the one he puts on every night in bed…

Yes, that helmet is not some ‘massage device’, and this isn’t a scam, so don’t worry.

I’ll soon be able to join him in the same game…

I’ll definitely persuade Dad to come back!

I promise!

But you also have to promise me that you won’t stop him from going fishing or whatever, he’s under enough pressure already.”

After much persuading, he finally managed to calm his anxious mom on the other end of the phone, then he snuck back to his office like a thief.

Seeing that time was running short, he hastily opened the package and reclined in his chair to get comfortable.

Finally, he secured the “no-brand” black helmet onto his head.

Ding!

Biological information scan complete!

“Real Different World” game hardware binding finished.

According to your game ID and test application sequence, you will gain access to “Real Different World” in 2 minutes.

We will begin the countdown!

Please take a deep breath, prepare to enter the fully-realistic game, and ensure you’re ready to fulfill the duties of a ‘test player’.

A prompt popped up on the VR-like interface of the gaming hardware that looked like a black motorcycle helmet, making the young man who had just received the helmet blink.

He had locked his office door to ensure no interruptions, and considering how he had quickly become a logistics engineer at his automotive research center employer, with a promising future ahead of him, there was no difficult boss who would come to “give him a hard time” with only thirty minutes left before the end of the workday.

His game ID was “Vomit Mud Sauce.”

Okay then.

This ID paired with his gender felt a bit odd, but it was a random name he’d put in hastily, and ghost knows how his application was accepted on the first try, even when he thought this game was just a non-existent joke, right!

If he had another chance to choose, he would definitely not use this name to start his life in the game.

“Could it really be because of Dad’s luck?”

Vomit Mud Sauce mumbled to himself.

His busy lifestyle and the diligent nature fostered since childhood meant he seldom wasted time on leisure activities like games.

If it weren’t for the recent “family conflict” over this darned helmet between his parents, he wouldn’t have broken his rule to get involved.

However, he didn’t believe his father, who had been disciplined for more than half his life, would get addicted to a game.

He felt the quarrel was more about the old couple losing their novelty after living together for so long, leading to them getting on each other’s nerves.

“Dad, please don’t make trouble for me.

Even though I’ve been lurking in the forums for so long and am sure this game really exists, don’t you get caught up in some bizarre pyramid scheme.”

Vomit Mud Sauce saw the countdown ticking to zero and complained bitterly in his heart.

Then a glow filled his sight, like seamlessly transitioning to a view of starry nebulae and a strange planet rapidly approaching, but before he could take a closer look, a feeling of weightlessness hit him on a spiritual level.

Like a falling star entering the earth, his spirit found a second abode in the body woven by the lines of Spiritual Energy dancing in the game, and after a quick breath, Vomit Mud Sauce opened his eyes.

Greeting his sight was a dark, dome-like ceiling, and the walls adorned with worn carvings and curious murals reminiscent of mythical stories…

His pupils constricted at that moment.

Damn!

Is this really 100% real?

He felt as if he had traveled through time, able to distinctly feel his arms, legs, limbs, and all his senses, compelling him to sit up with a roll from the cold stone slab.

He breathed deeply, calming his breath and his mind.

Then looking down at his moving fingers and hands, he clearly saw the faint scar on his palm, the one he got by accident two years ago when he started his job.

Could it really replicate such details?

Functioning as an engineer, Vomit Mud Sauce immediately began to ponder the unscientific operations of this contraption, inevitably coming up with nothing.

“Holy Light above!”

Just as Vomit Mud Sauce was in shock, a peculiar squeal made him turn his head and he saw a bald man hopping in place before kneeling down on one knee, hands raised to the heavens like a Priest or a preacher.

He shouted excitedly:

“You have really manifested, we have come to another world, a place prepared for the Rushing River Knights Group as a trial by Your will!”

Vomit Mud Sauce was shocked.

He felt there was a problem here…

Buddy, are you sure you’re a player and not a native of this other world?

Aren’t you a little too engrossed?

And why are you chanting in Chinese?

Such a heavy local accent, your Holy Light would probably cry if it heard you.