My Players Are So Fierce

“Congratulations to player ‘Meow King’ for obtaining the common appearance [Fight Club Enthusiast · Red-Eyed Gambler].”

“Damn!”

Meow Brother was dumbfounded.

His first reaction was to click on the admin’s private message to check the lottery rules.

When he saw that the drop rate for common skins in this event was 2%, he entered a state of complete bewilderment.

You say he’s unlucky: he encountered the 2% Blackhand chance.

You say he’s lucky: he managed to miss the 98% chance of drawing rare or above skins with sheer determination.

This strange combination of luck and misfortune left Meow Brother utterly dejected, but worse than his own bad luck was seeing his brother’s good fortune.

Like the Giant Shark…

This guy, banned from speaking on the forum, simply posted a status on the Transia Tavern app.

The status had no words, just a shining screenshot proving that even a freak can have good luck.

“Congratulations to player ‘Kind-Hearted Shark Uncle’ for obtaining the legendary appearance [Ice Bay Beast · West Ke Mail Slayer]!”

Meow Brother spat out each word through gritted teeth, unable to comprehend why, though they’re both members of the Big Bird Team, the newly joined Giant Shark could have such luck while his own…

“Beep”

A soft sound, and Meow was pulled into a group called “Darkhand Clan Council Chamber.”

He was curious who added him, but upon entering, he saw the usually “lucky” Lady Shui quietly posting a screenshot of a gray skin [Crimson Castle Traveler · Weary Female Merchant].

She sighed and said:

“Everyone, share what you’ve got.

Let me see just how bad our luck is, us guys on the blacklist, so I can have an intuitive understanding of my future gaming misfortunes.”

“Hey”

Seeing that even the usually lucky Lady Shui was down on her luck, Meow Brother’s mood immediately stabilized.

With a “seen it all before” attitude, he leisurely took a screenshot of his gray skin, followed by Old Qu, Little Hand, Brother Black Silk, Three Five Battles, and Ring Attack, one by one posting their miserable proof of bad luck.

Truly the legendary Blackhand clan, this big group of over ten people couldn’t even put together an outstanding green skin.

“Sigh…”

In reality, Lady Shui dejectedly tossed her phone aside.

Lying on the bed in her silk pajamas with a facial mask on, she sighed and said to Mr.

Fire next to her:

“The moment I persuaded Adel to rejoin the battlefield, I knew I’d face retribution, but I didn’t expect Sir Morphy to be so petty!

The blow came so unexpectedly…

Hey, are you listening to me?”

“Huh?”

Brother Huozi, holding a tablet and grinning foolishly, turned his head in confusion to look at his irritated wife.

Although he didn’t know what he had done to upset her, he handed over the tablet, pointing to the bright legendary appearance [Nature’s Saint · Old Feinock’s Ride], and said to Lady Shui:

“The dev team is so generous this time, I casually drew a legendary appearance.

It’s a pity that the appearances in this game only provide a face-matching recipe that’s 80% similar to the NPCs.

Although the equipment suggestions are given, you still have to figure out how to match them yourself.

If you could directly transform, the character I just triggered for the Black Iron Trial would be amazing.

What skin did you draw, dear wife?

With your luck, you should definitely get an epic skin, right?

Let me see, okay?

Huh, why’s your expression getting worse?”

“Shut up!

I’ll be requisitioning your skin!

Transfer it to me on the forum later.

I’m just about to switch to White Knight, and using this appearance to adjust my stance might win Lady Natalie’s favor.”

“Oh, sure, sure, if you want it, you can have it, don’t get mad, okay?

I just heard you saying something about persuading someone to join the fight?

How come I don’t know about this?

Did you really do something bad?

How could my angelic wife do something bad?

Tell me about it, will you?”

“Sleep!

No more questions, unless you want to end up in the Blackhand clan with me.

Sleep now; tomorrow morning’s just right to get into the game and play.”

—

“Our daughter has become so cheerful lately; seeing her smile every day makes me happy too.”

Outside of Little Wei Ming’s room, Mom Reed looked at her daughter lying on the bed giggling at her phone and whispered to Dad Reed:

“She’s been insisting we join that strange game she’s playing.

Have you made your decision?”

“I filled out the application yesterday, along with that strange questionnaire.

But from what players share, the wait for approval and the delivery of the helmet usually takes about a month.”

Dad Reed pushed his scholarly glasses up and whispered to his dear wife:

“And you?”

“I…”

Having a strikingly mixed ethnicity appearance, Mom Reed was about to answer when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.

She took a quick glance and said in surprise:

“Oh, I won.”

“Huh?

Won what?”

“The 30-person draw at the Transia Tavern.

I won one of the slots.

The info says the helmet will be delivered in 8 hours, ah, and now I can finally accompany our darling daughter and explore the world she loves.

This ‘Real Different World’ dev team is really something.”