My Players Are So Fierce

1908: Chapter 637: Even Skins Are Being Given Away for Free—The Dev Team Is So Generous!

1908 -637: Even Skins Are Being Given Away for Free—The Dev Team Is So Generous!

Since the development team dropped some bombshells on the forum, don’t expect the players, whose hearts are as restless as cats on a hot tin roof, to calmly wait for the server update.

With 8 hours left until the new version releases, not only the forum, but even the newly launched Transia Tavern app is in an uproar.

“Damn it!

I can’t hold it in anymore!

I just want to punch this boring world to pieces so I can go back to Transylvania and power up!

Brothers, join me, Brother Shark, in storming the feedback section!

Open the server!

Make the dev team work overtime to open it!

I’m willing to privately fund their bonuses!”

Under the explosive shout of a certain Brother Shark who wishes to remain anonymous, the forum feedback section was once again flooded with trash posts, and they were simultaneously stirring up “big events” on both the forum and the app, nearly crashing the third-party platform that just launched a day ago.

This can actually be understood.

Players who’ve already acquired headgear are eager to return to Transylvania to continue fulfilling their sacred mission as cannon fodder governors, while the Appetite Relief Party still remembers Murphy’s promise that the hardware factory’s “production capacity would increase,” and they’re clamoring in the feedback area demanding helmets soon so they can start living the knife’s edge lifestyle in Transylvania.

As for the reserve Appetite Relief Party on the app, they’re even more outrageous.

They said they filled out that damned questionnaire composed of 300 strange questions, even including a 300-word essay question, like some kind of test, driving them nuts.

But the problem is, if their test is passed, aren’t they supposed to receive a reward from Alpha Company?

So, enough talking, give us the headgear!

This kind of fervor, this kind of desire made the Loyal Brother Working Group managing the app quite stressed.

It seems their previous brilliant strategy of gathering fans of a small circle now seems like a bad idea, as these folks not only failed to discover various flaws in the ghostly game, but also influenced each other to form a rather bizarre “ecosystem reaction,” fully activating the most frustrating clique and stubborn attributes of small circle culture.

It’s just as well that Alpha Company doesn’t have a real headquarters in the real world and is currently in the lockdown phase of a pandemic, otherwise, there would surely be rabid fans camped out in front of Alpha Company demanding headgear.

This kind of collective fanatic behavior even startled Triss, who was browsing posts in the feedback section, the Crimson Witch took one look at the countdown on her three and a half generation treasure orb and felt things were getting out of hand, so she quickly strode into Murphy’s office and found Little Mo Fei, looking like a boy with a new toy, tinkering with that Chainsaw Sword.

To maintain this thing, Murphy, who was never that interested in engineering, surprisingly held an old Flywheel-annotated manual attempting to disassemble it.

“We’re at such a crucial time, and you’re in the mood to play with this?

My hands are cramped from deleting posts in the feedback section.”

Triss was instantly irritated.

She walked up and slammed her hand on Murphy’s desk, admonishing:

“Your Foreign Warriors are about to go crazy!

They’re demanding on the forum for the development team to launch the new version early.

Apparently, there’s a little girl named ‘Ruyi’ who found a way to connect to the headgear and discovered we’ve made no hardware program upgrades to the game helmets.

She’s even posted the entire process on the forum, like pouring gasoline on the fire.

Now they’re all saying we’re just stalling for time, doing hunger marketing.”

“Let them talk.”

Murphy rolled his eyes, retorting:

“They’re not wrong, we are doing that sort of thing, but after Cement, are there still people trying to unravel the secrets of the headgear?

Truly admirable courage…

wait, Ruyi?

Isn’t she the most mysterious member of the Silver Moon Group?

Rumor has it she’s a super hacker, and it was she who facilitated the clandestine communication between Cement and the official side there.

Heh, another half-professional, probably with ‘technical support’ from Cement, but I doubt the Creator’s Sequence’s headgear can be cracked by the technology over there.”

“That’s not the issue, Murphy.”

Triss shook her head, stating:

“Having a group of loyalists willing to dedicate themselves to your cause is a tremendous blessing, but as their leader, you must also consider the feelings of your followers.

You cannot dampen their enthusiasm.

In the last three days, hasn’t Bataxin City accepted another batch of displaced peasants from the Kafuhoka region?

What I mean is, if we can get a few spots, distribute them, and hold a lottery or something like that on ‘Transia Tavern’ over there, to soothe emotions and shift the topic.”

“Uh, every time you say things like this makes me wonder what strange things you’ve learned on the otherworldly internet?”

Murphy shrugged, looked at the hourglass on the desk, at this point there’s still about seven hours left until “update completion,” a spontaneous lottery event shouldn’t be an issue.

So the Governor put down the beloved, now repainted in crimson with black rose designs Chainsaw Sword in his hand, opened the character card for a look, and discovered that in the past three days, there have been three thousand more people in his territory.

All of them immigrated from Bataxin City, all displaced farmers from the Kafuhoka district.

Speaking of which, the governor and officials sent to that place by Her Majesty the Wolf Queen are really no good.

Ever since they took control over Kafuhoka, the farmers over there have repeatedly rebelled.

In just over two months since winter started in Transylvania, more than twenty thousand people have already been taken in.