My Players Are So Fierce

1839: Chapter 614: Vam the King of Forcing: Heh, @Su, Isn’t Missionary Work Easy?

1839 -614: Vam the King of Forcing: Heh, @Su, Isn’t Missionary Work Easy?

The third server-wide announcement immediately ignited player discussions.

Although Brother Fa had previously hinted on the forum about the imminent arrival of beta testing and even had players fill out a survey there, based on the version update schedule of “Real Different World,” most people thought the beta test was still at least one or two months away.

But to everyone’s surprise, the usually slow development team was unexpectedly efficient this time.

Most players accepted and even looked forward to this, after all, the new Dark Mountain Range map had already been opened, the pre-quests for the Black Disaster were completed, and the reputations with Black Flame Battlefield and Blood Covenant Clan were also activated, clearly indicating big things were coming.

Everyone was mentally prepared.

However, for some players with less ordinary identities, this news was somewhat unexpected.

After seeing the update announcement, Old Qin squinted his eyes.

This freshly minted “Meat Grinder Major” almost immediately took action.

He quickly found Brother Cat, who was about to return items, outside the crowded bunkers, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a low voice:

“Brother Cat, come with me, I have a favor to ask you.”

“Oh, okay.”

Although Brother Cat had maxed out his combat talents, he wasn’t a wild and rough guy.

In fact, Brother Cat was the type with strict home education and held great respect for elders like Lord Qin.

Hearing Lord Qin’s call, he quickly handed over the Cold Night and Vam Beheader in his hands to his brothers to return them on his behalf.

After following Lord Qin to a secluded spot, Lord Qin looked around, took off his Calculating Pearl headset and turned it off, signaling Brother Cat to do the same.

The latter was a bit surprised but complied.

After both of their Calculating Pearls were off, Lord Qin finally spoke:

“I’ll speak bluntly, Brother Cat, don’t mind.

I need to requisition those 200 recruitment slots your guild has that can bring players in without development team approval.”

“Huh?”

Brother Cat was startled.

The word “requisition” was somewhat intimidating.

He was an old player, and along with having a sharp mind, you couldn’t say Brother Cat had played for several months without gaining any understanding of the “truth” of this game—it would be pure underestimation.

His private relationships with Brother Meow and Stick Brother were quite good, and he had received some subtle hints from them, allowing him to guess that his family had surely deployed people to infiltrate Transylvania.

He just didn’t expect that Lord Qin was also one of them…

“Hey, I know what you’re thinking, Little Wood.”

Lord Qin stopped pretending as well.

Given the urgency of the situation, with only six days till the version update, the old man couldn’t afford to slowly devise a plan, so he took the most direct approach and called out Brother Cat’s childhood name in real life.

This instinctively made Brother Cat clench his fists, which he then released.

“Don’t worry.

Back in the day, your grandma and I, although not in the same unit, participated in the same battle, technically making us comrades, although we’ve never met face-to-face.”

Lord Qin waved his hand, saying:

“I’m using my old face to make this request today, you don’t have to ask too much.

I promise we won’t arbitrarily interfere with your gaming life.

Technically, you can consider us as players like yourselves, only we’re here with a mission.

If you’re curious, find Stick Brother; he’ll explain it to you.

But you need to allocate some of your recruitment slots to us.

You have to understand, this is business.”

“That actually isn’t a big deal.”

Brother Cat hesitated and said:

“Honestly, my buddies already suggested renting out some of the slots.

There’s not much hardcore competition in our circle; our guild keeping fifty slots will be enough, and the rest can go to you, just give a token payment.

However, Lord Qin, I’ve had a question on my mind for a long time.”

Known as the “Sword Saint” among players, Brother Cat appeared unusually tense at this moment.

He glanced at the smiling Lord Qin and said in a low voice:

“I asked Pomegranate, and she told me not to overthink it, but I’m still very curious—this game…

Transylvania and the Black Disaster, are they really…”

“Real!”

Lord Qin answered:

“Though the current research results on such technology barely scratch the surface, our people have confirmed the situation is as a ‘controlled soul transfer.’ This land and even the world are real.

What, are you scared?”

“Not exactly scared.”

Brother Cat was evidently shocked.

His first reaction was to look at his own hands and say:

“I’ve killed so many…

My God.”

“Don’t think too much about it.

Scientists have confirmed that the game helmets possess some special ‘mental recalibration’ and ‘cognitive filtering’ programs.

Your activities here will not interfere with your normal state of mind.”

Lord Qin stated confidently:

“So don’t worry about becoming a killer or a psychopath.

As soon as you take off the helmet, you return to your previous mental state.

I’m not kidding.

We’ve tracked all players and haven’t found any examples of sudden personality changes.

As for your actions here, all I can say is they’re necessary.

We’ve studied Governor Murphy’s behavior logic, and it’s reassuring.

Though he’s a vampire, there’s no doubt he can be classified as being in the orderly faction.”

“Alright, if that’s the case, then there’s nothing to worry about.”