My Players Are So Fierce

“Ah! Power! The creator’s power flows through my veins! I can hear the ancestors talking to me, they demand my loyalty to the creator’s cause!

I have been summoned!

I must respond!”

Three hours later, Boboke, whose gene awakening was complete, awakened from the bio-capsule.

The moment he opened his eyes, he roared madly, almost as if he had gone insane.

This was normal; during the process of awakening his sealed genetic power, the obedience program in his genes was further strengthened, making Boboke feel the greatness of the creator from his soul and willingly serve this great cause from the bottom of his heart.

Had it been in the Golden Era, the object of loyalty naturally would be the Eden District Management Committee representing the creator, but the most remarkable thing was that Eden District had long since turned to ashes, so the object of the obedience program secretly planted by the Management Committee mistakenly returned to the worship of the creator himself.

Boboke was no longer the same as before.

The change in power was subtle, but because Hog chose “appearance optimization” for his auxiliary enhancement, Boboke completed a wave of “cosmetic surgery” in those three hours.

His height rose again, about the same as the world conqueror appearance skin used by the players, and the fur on his body became more majestic, though not as pure gold as the King of Bone Biting’s, his silver-gray mane was quite exaggerated, his tail was reshaped to a more powerful stance, and his claws and fangs were corrected to a dignified range.

When this guy furrowed his brow, the pattern of “king” would even emerge on his forehead.

While the black circles of fur around his eyes still slightly affected his dignity, it didn’t matter; as long as he wore a sufficiently powerful helmet, it would be fine!

So it’s not an exaggeration to say that, excluding currently appearance-cheating players, Boboke has become the first handsome jackalman under Hog’s command and is considered the “poster boy” of the Creational Jackal-Werewolves faction.

This is also the result Hog wanted to see.

Not everyone has the eyes to appreciate the beauty of the soul, as most jackalmen, including Werewolf Players, are shameless “face parties.”

Like humans, they like to judge by appearance, and because their appearance is not particularly good, and even somewhat contemptible, they naturally need someone as sufficiently bold as Boboke to show face outside, to attract more attention and followers for the Creational Jackal-Werewolves.

“Come! Don this uniform of glory, receive your ancestral weaponry! Guardian of Creation Boboke! The old you is dead, from now on, your transformed life no longer belongs only to you!”

You must serve the cause of liberating all jackalmen!”

Riding mighty power armor, Hog personally handed a folded security uniform from the Eden District to Boboke, and Murphy behind him also activated a set of exoskeleton storage tanks, along with a matching mechanic power hammer.

The same set of armaments as Old Senke’s.

“Always remember, contribute everything to the creator’s great cause.”

Hog said to Boboke, who responded loudly while changing clothes:

“I swear!”

“Excellent, go out, my Grand Marshal.”

Hog said:

“I shall grant you the power to select Guardians of Creation, we need 1000 Guardians before departing to confront the Evil God, you must carefully select from the Grey Wolf Army and Broken Tooth Clan.”

“I shall not disappoint your expectations!”

Activated by the obedience program, Boboke’s speech became more forceful, who knows what ghostly functions that bio-capsule activated, anyway, under Murphy’s astonished gaze, Boboke practically goose-stepped out.

Practically haunted.

“I feel the guy who designed this jackalman genetic blueprint probably wasn’t anyone serious.”

Murphy muttered quietly while turning back to pat the exoskeleton storage tank that was retracting into the ground, now what limits the development of Wise Wolf’s Guardians of Creation is not the quota, but the “ancestral weaponry” stored in the Civilization Museum of the Jackalman, only three thousand sets.

If more could be found in the future, perhaps the sequence of Guardians of Creation could further enhance.

Speaking of which, it seems the military equipment from the Golden Era was all produced by this “Farwalker” company, I happen to have the location of the Ruins of the Outwalkers’ Headquarters in my hand, taking a turn there might yield a big surprise.

“Werewolf Players are naturally born Guardians of Creation, but they need to complete several main quests to attain this identity, a standard must be established, um… Silver Tier?

Sounds daunting but in reality isn’t as hard as imagined.”

Dog Planner stroked his chin and began to ponder how to squeeze the poor players, knowing full well the Grey Wolf Army’s recorded videos about the Civilization Museum of the Jackalman had already caused an uproar among the player community, essentially announcing the next expansion is definitely related to the “creator.”

But the development team can’t come out to confirm or clarify yet, anyone who’s studied communication knows, it’s time to let the bullet fly for a bit, wait for the players’ discussions to calm down, then join in the fray.

“Hog, I think you should call in Nanaque and Old Senke.”

Triss, not considering too much, the Crimson Witch suggested to Wise Wolf:

“Although Nanaque is not as devout as her younger brother, she bears the bloodline of the King of Bone Biting, experiencing a bit in the bio-capsule can allow those two kids to grow up healthier, although now true faith in the creator has returned, the King of Bone Biting remains an unavoidable topic in the history of jackalmen.