My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 3013 -1003: I Want to See What Bewitching Potion You’re Selling in This Otherworldly Gourd!

Marquis Ma curled his lip and cursed, then waited a little longer with the Tea Drinking Boss.

They had arranged a time to enter the game together, so a few minutes later, two other bosses with IDs “Want to Sail a Solar Ship” and “Nationwide People Rest Assured” also appeared at the starting point. One chose Mountain People, the other chose Wolf People, taking the unconventional route.

When asked, he claimed he accidentally selected the wrong one, but seeing how he couldn’t help but grab his own tail while walking, it’s clear he picked it on purpose.

Tsk tsk, it seems even the bosses have a beastly mindset.

“Hurry hurry! We’ve been waiting for you four, come on, the small aircraft is waiting outside. It takes six hours to get from here to the Maginot Line, and you have to use teleportation there to reach Charldo Harbor. That unscientific solar ship is there, and we only have four hours to visit.

Speaking of which, whose unlucky idea was it to name this wretched line?

This surely sounds like something our people would come up with, right?

I doubt the locals would choose such a name.”

In front of the four bosses, the boss who earlier insisted on checking out the weapon design aspect was now shouting like a ticket seller.

His ID is “Eat Jujube Pills.”

Uh-huh, he looks like a truly characterful professional.

Cement Sister was chatting with a few professionals she’d met before, and Meng HaHa was obediently posing as a student in front of Leisurely Drinking Tea. As everyone stepped out of the R-9 base, they saw a small aircraft waiting there.

This was specially rented by the Loyalty Song Guild to welcome these bosses, allowing them to experience the unique transportation of another world.

The most articulate, Mr. Ziwei, was already on the aircraft prepared to introduce the current situation in the foreign world to these special-status players, as well as the series of achievements players had made here.

Mosna was also there.

But this Sentinel was purely here to see how skilled the experts from another world were.

The first one she caught was Marquis Ma, who was wandering around the aircraft, finding everything new and exciting.

Poor Old Horse didn’t yet realize what he was about to face. When he heard Mosna humbly say she had a few scientific questions to ask, he also humbly, like a boss, opened up, but the first question stumped Old Horse.

“What? What did you say? Research on ‘numerical rate’?”

Marquis Ma thought he misheard and asked again:

“Do you also research this here?”

“We already have a product. The numerical rate torpedo is on the Sentinel Corps’ subspace patrol boats, but we’ve been trying to improve the weapon left by the creator without any leads.”

Mosna observed the expression on Old Horse’s face and said:

“Even for a mechanical intelligence like me, pondering the problem of numerical rates is somewhat beyond my capabilities.”

“Numerical rate theory already weaponized?”

Old Horse was startled and immediately realized that his understanding of this world’s power needed urgent revision, but soon, he caught another key point in Mosna’s words.

“Did you say you are mechanical intelligence?”

He stared at Mosna, who looked every bit human, and asked further:

“Are you implying strong artificial intelligence?”

“Hmm, from this question, it can be judged that the technological level of the other world is not as high as I imagined. But the fact that you are still exploring artificial intelligence is good news.

The creator’s tech tree also came from that stage, which means our similarities in scientific development are much greater than this spirit energy-polluted continent. It also means that the creator’s knowledge currently unearthed can be replicated on your side.

Though it is doomed to take a long time.”

Mosna said with some regret, then explained:

“As for my self-proclaimed mechanical intelligence, it is literally as it is. Mr. Ma, I am a truly third-generation data life form. I possess autonomous will and decision-making processes similar to the human brain, complete technology ethics modules, and perfect bionics design. I…”

“Pills! Tea! Come see this deity!”

Marquis Ma only listened to the beginning and his eyes widened. He immediately shouted to his colleagues, who were discussing this aircraft’s operating principles with Elder Tea Drinking:

“We have a future robot here that we’re researching, a real mechanical lifeform right in front of us, damn… this is incredibly exciting.”