My Players Are So Fierce

Yes!

This will be Transylvania’s first proactive expansion in history!

We will take the battle to the Wolf People’s territory, and you, Kudell!

You and Maxim will make up our vanguard, acting like two ferocious fists swung by Transylvania.

No longer will we just passively defend.”

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“Loyal Brother, check out the new gun barrel I made!

Hey, I tell you, it’s absolutely top-notch.”

In the temporary office of the “Another World Weapon Design Sector” of the “Transia National First Arms Factory” that was being built at the former location of a large beast den in the Andma Hills, Loyal Brother, who was frowning over a stack of weapon blueprints while clutching a pipe, heard the cheerful call from outside.

He sighed, touched his receding hairline, carefully placed all the blueprints he was “replicating” from the other side into a safe behind him, and then strolled out leisurely, clutching his pipe.

Despite still being at the pitiable Level 9, the suit Loyal Brother wore was unique among the entire player community.

He wore a vest and flamboyantly paired it with a black tailcoat over a shirt, impeccably tailored trousers with boots, and for decoration, a monocle over one eye and a black top hat on his head.

Actually, there used to be a cane as well.

But Loyal Brother found it troublesome and often left it behind, in favor of the pipe he acquired from the traders at the Batasin Business Association.

This distinctive ensemble certainly wasn’t found by defeating monsters; in fact, the outfit named the “Capitalist Suit” was his achievement reward after being appointed as the factory manager.

Perhaps due to some wicked sense of humor from the development team, each component of the ensemble had a cheeky name: the monocle was called “Surplus Value,” the top hat was “Old Money,” the tailcoat was “Exploiter’s Skin,” and the custom cane was “Conscience.”

Beyond these pieces, outside the gates of Transia Armament Factory also stood a strangely shaped custom lamppost, which was also part of the “Capitalist Suit.”

Its name was “Noose.”

When Loyal Brother first paraded around in this rather exaggerated get-up, he really managed to garner a lot of attention.

Now, everyone on the forums, whether they played the game or not, had started to nickname him “Capital Brother,” a nickname he didn’t mind at all, finding the developers quite playful.

Additionally, players crave this sense of uniqueness!

As a result, the Capitalist Suit, which initially felt awkward to wear, had now been fully embraced by Loyal Brother.

As long as it wasn’t a Combat State, he wore it every day without taking it off, pairing it with two leather gloves to better conceal his “secret weapons.”

That was, his mechanical left arm and mechanical right fist—also unique among the players!

Hey, who said the fun in playing games is only in defeating monsters and completing quests?

I don’t even have to do anything to already be the first factory owner in the game.

He walked out of his office nonchalantly with his pipe in his mouth, and upon stepping out, he saw a group of his “Weapon Engineers” gathered together in the large factory space, discussing and consulting about something.

The factory had been constructed by the Dust Beaters leading a work crew alongside Blood Vulture Psychics not long ago, as part of the larger Transia Armament Factory complex.

While some machinery had already been assembled inside, it couldn’t start production yet as the large steam engines that would drive the machines were being transferred from elsewhere by the Cape Family.

In fact, even if the power arrived, Loyal Brother had no plans to start production immediately.

He was waiting for his tutor, Count Ellen, to bring over the improved blueprint plans.

Only after converting the production lines, originally for producing “steam firearms,” into “Another World Firearm Modules,” could they truly begin operations.

Governor Murphy himself had said that even though this transformation would consume a lot of manpower and resources, leading to slow initial production, it was essential to embark on this journey, one step at a time, from the very beginning and absolutely not to sacrifice the “self-developed” approach for the sake of output.

Backed by support from the highest leadership, Loyal Brother felt much more at ease and was no longer in a hurry to begin production.

While other players excitedly dashed off to compete in the Transia Boxing Championship these past few days, he and a group of fellow players, all very “hardcore,” spent their days here discussing how to better manage the armament factory and trying to decide on their first “flagship product.”

It was easy to talk about, but hard to execute.

Even someone like Loyal Brother, who had real experience with gunpowder, was prone to fluster during his first hands-on attempt, not to mention these “enthusiasts.” Just the craft of a gun barrel was enough to dissuade most eager applicants aspiring to be “engineers” at the armament factory.

Blueprints?

Anyone can copy them online.

The real issue is whether you can make those blueprints a reality—that’s the difference between a dreamer and an engineer.

“Look!

Loyal Brother, the gun barrel I made.”

“Nightmare Bat Puppet,” a little player who had always gotten along well with Loyal Brother since their days in the Appetite Relief Party on the forum, proudly handed over a shiny black gun barrel with both hands to him.

The latter, surprised, took it in hand and felt it a bit before asking:

“Thermal processing?

Casting?”

“Exactly, you really have an eye for this.

You noticed the technique with one look.

These fools thought I drilled it by hand.

Didn’t they think there’s no way I could muster that much strength?”