My Players Are So Fierce

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Exposing secrets to each other to show friendliness – Additional update [9/15]_3

982: 333.

Exposing secrets to each other to show friendliness – Additional update [9/15]_3

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“Damn, why is the Shadow Intelligence Bureau’s agent trial so complicated!”

In a small campsite outside Crimson Castle, Mr.

Ziwei complained to Mustard micro-fool sitting next to him by the bonfire:

“I can understand the tests of tracking and identification, and the assessment of combat capabilities is necessary, memorizing the map and some details is even more fundamental.

But why do we also have to study the noble heraldry of Transylvania and other powers?

I left my student days almost twenty years ago, my brain just isn’t cut out for this kind of learning anymore, I feel like I’m going to have a hard time passing this assessment.”

“Sigh, it’s all about the mission, so shut up and read more when you have the time!”

The tall Mustard micro-fool, frowning, was holding a book written by Professor Malcolm, “History of the Decline and Fall of the Ceylon Aristocracy,” and studying it.

They would be facing their third assessment from the Shadow Intelligence Bureau in a day in order to join the official intelligence organization of Transylvania and accomplish the “double agent” achievement.

Others play games for fun, but only a few of them come with a mission.

Though there is also joy, there’s always a pressure weighing on their shoulders.

“I can’t figure it out.”

Next to the two old pros, the leader of Brother Ah Bing’s trio, “Paid fish-touching,” poked the bonfire with a stick, feeling the incredibly realistic heat in the quiet night, and whispered to the two “seniors”:

“If they really have this kind of technology, why bother making a game?

Wouldn’t it be easier to just rule the world directly?

We can’t even track down that webpage now, can we?

This technology gap is truly despairing.

I never thought that the first confirmed ‘Close Encounter of the Third Kind’ in the real world would start like this.”

“Shh!

Don’t talk about reality in the game.”

Mustard micro-fool glanced at Paid fish-touching and reminded him:

“We can talk about this over lunch in the cafeteria.

Let’s just focus on our jobs here.

How’s your job transfer going with the Cadman People’s Army?”

“Yeah, it’s been smooth sailing, I’m already a squad leader.”

Paid fish-touching stretched lazily and said:

“Lord Maxim likes the military aura on us; he praised us as warriors among warriors and requested that we help him train the order of the army and establish internal regulations.

My two brothers are currently arguing over whether we should let the people from the different world stack tofu blocks.”

“As expected, the professionals really are professionals.”

Mr.

Ziwei laughed heartily and gave a thumbs up.

As these people prepared for a night of hard study, the youngest of Brother Ah Bing’s trio, “Paid to Fish,” walked up to the bonfire with a weird expression, holding a wooden box.

He said solemnly:

“Our camp has been infiltrated; this box was left less than ten meters away from you.

Did none of you notice it?”

“What?”

The three by the bonfire stood up in shock.

They cautiously opened the wooden box to find a Blood Vulture style key inside that looked like it could open a particular chest.

As Mustard micro-fool picked up the key with a grave expression, a mission trigger notification flashed into the character interface:

[Special Mission·’Third Kind Contact·Benevolence’ triggered!

Mission Description: Benevolent help should be met with benevolent reciprocation.

Take it and open the treasure chest to receive a special supply gifted to you by the development team, and enjoy your journey in Transylvania.

But we must emphasize, please understand the boundary between virtual and real, and let what happens in Transylvania stay here, as a little secret between us.

We trust that we will bother each other in the future, but now is still not the time to officially start a conversation.

Lastly, thank you, elites, for participating in this game test.

— “Real Different World” Development Team·Alpha.]

“What does this mean?”

Mr.

Ziwei also triggered the mission.

He frowned deeply and looked at Mustard micro-fool, who said gravely:

“I don’t know, but I can guess.

I’m going offline to report this…

Dammit, I’ve got to write another report.”

A few minutes later, in Loyal Brother’s office, the middle-aged man rubbed his thinning hair strenuously, a look of exasperation on his face as he read the copied note.

The words weren’t hard to understand, but if this message was from an “unknown civilization,” every word had to be taken seriously.

Next to Loyal Brother, his assistant, Brother Prodigal, couldn’t help speculate:

“So they are indeed observing us, right?

Our people had just set foot to visit them, and ‘pioneers’ in the game immediately received this letter, they’ve always known we sent people to infiltrate?”

“To think they can construct an entire virtual world out of thin air for some damned observation experiment, wouldn’t identifying us be a piece of cake?”

Loyal Brother was a bit irritable as he massaged his nose bridge and said:

“But they didn’t stop us from entering, which might be a sign of goodwill, a ‘tacit understanding’, or perhaps it’s ‘arrogant disregard’?

Ah, this is annoying!

Why do aliens have to act like people who speak in riddles?”

“I think we should change our approach.”

Brother Prodigal suggested:

“We’re not even sure if Transylvania is real or not, why don’t we confirm this first?

I mean, let’s get some professionals involved.

Scientists and the like, they’re surely better at discerning real from virtual than we are, right?”

“Hmm, that makes sense, I’ll report this up.”