My Players Are So Fierce

914: 311.

Ah, the feeling of a thrown boomerang coming back and hitting oneself is so painful!

914: 311.

Ah, the feeling of a thrown boomerang coming back and hitting oneself is so painful!

Doris said she needed negotiation assistants but only wanted five people, which was clearly a signal for the smaller players to quickly choose representatives to join the grand occasion.

Naturally, the initiators of this “debt collection operation,” the Dump Truck trio, were among them.

Add to that the current leader of the Rushing River Knights Group, Honorary Knight Tepar, and the student party leader Gebao, and that made five people.

The veteran players all knew the reputation of these five guys, so there were no objections.

Newcomers, of course, weren’t all convinced about being represented by them, but considering they had just entered the game and hadn’t even figured out the basic gameplay, entrusting them with a decision that would directly affect the plot’s direction wasn’t sensible – even they themselves weren’t confident…

However, with 214 players present, reaching a unanimous decision was no easy task.

Chieftain Hog of the Bloodclaw Clan was currently escorting goods to the abandoned tax office, leaving at most twenty minutes for discussion, which was hardly ample time.

This was when the difference between being organized and not showed.

The entire Torrent Knights Group, with over eighty members, found a place to gather opinions in an orderly manner.

Although they were a player knights group, the grassroots commanders, who were deeply involved in RP experiences from other games, quickly unified their members under Tepar’s direction due to their organizational structure which extended deeply into the Leader of Ten level.

In contrast, the scattered individual players were a mess, with even a few of the more hot-tempered ones starting arguments over this matter.

All these developments were under the watchful eye of the veteran players.

They didn’t engage in complex, in-depth discussions over whether to accept the Bloodclaw Clan or not, as there was already a consensus.

Since the Bloodclaw Clan was an influential faction supported by players, it had to continue existing!

So now, the biggest question wasn’t whether to accept them or not, but whether the Jackals’ “apologies” would satisfactorily appease the players?

“This Torrent Knights Group is impressive,”

the Dump Truck remarked, sitting on a wobbly chair.

He whispered to Gebao beside him, who was hiding in the shadows and wiping his magic wand with a handkerchief:

“Their level of organization is almost catching up to the Player Corps laboriously trained by Stick Brother.

I reckon Stick Brother might get anxious for a while after they formally organize an army.”

“Not likely.”

Gebao seemed quite relaxed about it, waving his hand as he said,

“They are RP Party, focused on the story experience, and most have switched to administrative professions.

I bet in the future, the administration of Transylvania will rely on them.

The headaches on the management side will keep them busy enough, and just that fact ensures that their combat capability can’t be stronger than Stick Brother’s Legion.

Besides, lining up and battling are two different things.

Stick Brother is a war maniac with no interest in administration and construction.

He’s all about battling.

He’s a professional, and there’s a saying that fits well here: don’t challenge others in their area of professional expertise with just a hobby.

But when the administrative professions level up later, and one can bring four guards, just the NPC guards of the Torrent Knights Group will be able to muster 500, enough to strategically influence the outcome of a small-scale battle, something even the most formidable combat professionals can’t achieve.”

However, Dump Truck brother, our Wild Beast Group’s Perception Taler, Meow Meow Shark, just told me that there are three newbies who leave an unusual impression on him…”

Gebao looked around, then lowered his voice to say,

“You know, Meow Meow Shark is following the Hunter’s path, and after the Black Iron Trial, his vampire senses specialized into ‘Murderous Intent Perception’ as a Talent.

He told me that the ‘Three Sloth Brothers’ emit a sense of deadliness not found in ordinary people.

They are dangerous,

even more so than Brother Cat.

Brother Cat is just a Samurai swordsman, if I had to make a comparison, Brother Cat is like a sheathed sword, but these three are unsheathed blades.

Do you think they might be in real life…”

“Shush!”

Upon hearing Gebao bring this up, Dump Truck abruptly felt a rush of anxiety and quickly covered his mouth, looked around, and gestured,

“Don’t talk about this.

Just play your game.

No matter what backgrounds they come from, don’t interact with them too much.”

“Right, just play your game,”

Brother Shovel, always the sober one in real life, glanced discreetly towards where the Border City Prodigal and his group were seated, and quietly reminded,

“The fact that this game hasn’t attracted attention from higher-ups is what’s really surprising.

But regardless of who they really are, if they’re in the game, it means that they’ve cleared the way with Alpha Company.

Maybe they’re ‘representatives’ sent by the officials to monitor if anything illegal happens in the game.

That’s actually a good thing, you see?

Unchecked freedom will surely lead to problems nobody wants to see.

Moral standards are already diverse in the human world, and now this game amplifies everyone’s good and evil tendencies.

If we fall, it wouldn’t take long to stir up some horrors like Godchosen torture or lewd cultists right here.

With rules in place, when everyone knows their boundaries, many norms naturally become established.”

“Hmm, that makes sense,”

Gebao nodded repeatedly.

Knowing that he was just a student and inexperienced in societal matters, he was very trusting of these older and worldlier men’s judgment.

“What are you guys talking about?”