My Players Are So Fierce

On the way home after the nucleic acid test, the young lady kept thanking him, making Cheche even more embarrassed.

To his shame, the moment he rushed forward, what he had in mind was really “Time to kill monsters, damn it”…

Ah, video games are poisoning the bright youth of our country; I’ll have to restrain myself in the future.

After returning home, Cheche lay on the bed, raised his slightly aching left hand to the ceiling in a dramatic gesture, and felt as if he had suddenly become a “hero”…

Hey, guess what, now I have something to brag about to the dorm kids.

“Bro, where’d you learn those moves?”

Just as Cheche was about to put on his helmet again, to see if today’s act of heroism had shortened the update time, he heard his sister curiously ask as she pushed open the door:

“Don’t tell me you learned them in that game?”

“Yeah, I could actually chain together some smooth combos.”

Cheche, holding the helmet, snorted and said:

“Too bad the real world doesn’t give me Spiritual Energy, nor can I grow wings for aerial throws, or those two little punks earlier would have had their brains scrambled!

Ah, reality is such a lousy game.

Imagine me, Cheche the hero, playing with Wolf People at Wolf Castle, yet doing a good deed here leaves me gasping for breath.

Enough is enough, starting today, I’m hitting the gym!

I’ll ask Sister Pomegranate for a fitness plan and get started!”

“What’s the name of your game?”

Cheche’s sister pushed her glasses, pointing to the game helmet in his arms, and asked:

“Is it called ‘Real Different World’?

I saw someone share a game CG clip in our class chat a few days ago, claiming it was live footage, but no one believed it.

The graphics were too realistic, and some said it was just bait.

Look, I still have it on my phone.”

She handed over her phone, and Cheche looked at it and burst into laughter.

“Oh, isn’t this an edited compilation of us battling the dungeon in Andma Hills?

It’s definitely that guy Dasaen who edited it.

Look, the third vampire on the left here, above Sir Morphy’s wing, that’s your elder brother here.”

“Huh?

It’s really you!”

Cheche’s sister was astonished and said:

“I always thought that guy looked like you when I saw it before…

but seriously, couldn’t you have made your in-game character look a bit better?

Look at this NPC, so handsome!

He’s exactly my ideal image of a perfect vampire, both handsome and cool.”

“Nonsense, a vampire like Sir Morphy is top tier in the entire game’s modeling.

You haven’t even seen Lady Triss and E Sister.

Come, let me show you.”

Cheche snorted, took out his phone, and played some treasured game clips for his sister to enjoy.

Lady Triss’s allure, Lady Shani’s elegance, E Sister’s aloofness and restraint, the young lady’s deep bitterness and self-liberation, Maxim’s loyal ruthlessness, Little Sheron’s quirky antics, Lord Kuder’s conviction, and Miss Golden Peach’s clumsy yet energetic spirit.

Cheche narrated these unique characters and their stories in a relaxed manner, leaving his sister quite captivated.

As she looked at her brother, it seemed like he wasn’t describing a virtual game at all but rather narrating a real adventure in another world.

Especially the light in her brother’s eyes…

That light of affection, desire, and the enjoyment of happiness is rare to see in a boy his age.

Clearly, her brother truly loves this “urban legend” of a game.

Cheche didn’t notice his sister’s gaze; he was still busy boasting about the backstories of each video clip, but suddenly stopped, his face changing as he tried to turn off the phone, only to have it snatched by his sister, who opened it!

Wow!

Oh boy!

It was just the scene where Weaver of Destiny Veylanther transformed from human form into a spider, and judging by Cheche’s anxious attempt to retrieve his phone, along with his previous talks about Niu Niu’s two-dimensional wife, the savvy sister immediately understood.

She tossed the phone back to Cheche with a teasing smile, saying:

“Is this your ‘dream lover’ in the game?

Wow, not to offend, bro, but how did your taste become so skewed?

This is a spider woman!”

“I don’t like her!”

Cheche stubbornly said:

“Veylanther is too enchanting; she’s nothing like the pure type I like, so don’t say that!

And aren’t you supposed to be studying?

Did you finish today’s big questions?

Did you get them all right?

How about the English listening drills?

Do you need me to get a few more worksheets for you?”

“Stop scolding, stop scolding, this child’s about to go silly, I’ll go study right away.”

Cheche’s sister lamented as she left, and Cheche reminded her:

“You’d better not try to apply for test access; you’re not 18 yet, Brother Fa won’t approve it, and you’re still preparing for the college entrance exam, so be good and wait until you’ve taken it.

If you’re meant to be with Transylvania, you’ll end up there eventually.

If it’s not meant to be, forcing it is pointless.

Even though they’ve loosened the conditions for recruiting players, I have to tell you that Transylvania doesn’t support idlers!

Those two punks from today wouldn’t have a place in Sir Morphy’s grand plan.

So, make sure you become someone useful to society in the future, got it?”