My Players Are So Fierce

1052: 357.

We need to fight ten of them!

1052: 357.

We need to fight ten of them!

Although everyone always thought the name “Shadow Trace Sect” was too exaggerated, to their surprise, it passed on the first try when they registered with the guild management at the Administrative Office.

Sister Pomegranate was dissatisfied with this, but she couldn’t change the fact that everyone thought it was a good idea.

After all, little players need to save face when they go out!

Claiming to be a Martial Monk of the Shadow Trace Sect definitely sounded more prestigious than saying “Martial Artist Association Faction Martial Monk.” Under the principle of the majority ruling, the fighting game players henceforth had a happy home to call their own.

And now that people were rallying, it was time to seek “revenge” rightfully.

“No, shouldn’t we be leveling up first?”

On their resolute journey to the sewer club, Cousin Fun Ah Rin who was dragged into the game by Bull Bull tapped Khaki Tontita’s shoulder beside him and whispered:

“Isn’t going into a competition with level 1 going to result in instant death?”

“No, levels don’t matter in this game.

Only after passing the Black Iron Trial at level 10 will there be a significant improvement.

Besides, they are Silver Grade; even three months of training won’t help you catch up, so you might as well go as you are.”

Khaki turned his head and explained:

“Ordinary players indeed need to learn basic skills from the NPC at the Adventurer Guild when they first join, but some of us already have real skills, so there’s no need to learn the basic swordsmanship and fighting techniques.

You can just start fighting and as you practice your innate skills, your character level will naturally increase.

Considering the current boxing tournament schedule, if you fight the maximum number of matches each day, you could probably reach level 10 in a maximum of seven days.”

“Teacher Li and Master Yang will probably do it even faster.”

Ni Gei Lu Da You also spoke up:

“They’re almost ‘masters’ in the real world already.

Here, it’s just a formality.

These people are chosen ones born with unique professions and exclusive skills.

I bet they will break the current record for level advancement.”

“Well, we can’t fall behind them, haha.”

Another professional who was pulled into the game by Bull Bull, “Star Soul Eagle,” flexed his fists.

His attitude seemed quite optimistic.

He was the shortest among them, but his exaggerated muscular outlines made the three sports students look on with envy.

He was a judo athlete for the Sichuan team and was Bull Bull and the others’ senior.

When these goofballs first arrived at the school, it was Star Soul Eagle who was responsible for welcoming this herd of sports department animals.

The most notable trait about this senior was not only that he was an exceptional athlete with a promising future but also a certified chef.

It was said that this was because his family had been running a private kitchen since his grandfather’s generation, which gave Star Soul Eagle a solid foundation in Sichuan cuisine from a young age.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he had been interested in knives and guns from a young age, he might already have taken over the family business and be tossing pans around by now.

Bull Bull’s intention for bringing his senior into the game was not “simple.”

Mainly because eating stews and barbecues in Transylvania every day was driving everyone crazy.

Although food in the game is meant to replenish energy, who the hell wants to chew on dry bread all the time if you could eat something better?

“Eagle Brother, I asked a few buddies to prepare all the food and seasonings, and even went to that greedy blacksmith Broken Sword Master to get a set of cooking utensils made.”

Bull Bull came up with a flattering look and rubbing his hands cozily to his senior:

“Once today’s boxing match is over, could you show us your skills?

Take it as a welcome for Teacher Li and Master Yang to the game.

I’ll invite our friends in the game over, and tonight we can have a perfect fraternization party.”

“Sure, no problem!”

Star Soul Eagle laughed heartily, but then his expression turned strange as he belatedly asked:

“Wait a minute!

You just said I should cook, but do you need to eat in this game?”

“You don’t have to eat, but you’ll get dizzy from hunger.

Eating too much is also not good; you’ll have to visit the bathroom frequently…

Lady Shui told me the best benefit of this game for her is that she can eat her fill without worrying about her figure getting out of shape.

What a bizarre idea.”

Sister Pomegranate immediately saw through her little brother’s ulterior motives, but having better food in the game was also advantageous for her, so she took it upon herself to explain:

“Anyway, the ‘Real Different World’ development team is a bunch of crazies; they’re committed to delivering a 100% real experience, so don’t create any strange dishes.

Because if you eat weird things, you can really get a stomachache in the game, and it’s said to affect reality as well.

On this point, Wumeioge has a lot to say.”

“Chao, is it that hardcore?”

Star Soul Eagle’s eyes widened as he exclaimed:

“Doesn’t that mean you could earn a fortune by opening a restaurant in the game?”

“Exactly, exactly!

Open a restaurant!”

Brother Cat also came forward to encourage:

“Not only can you earn some extra income, but you can also find a few apprentices to train at your base.

With the subsidies from the Administrative Office, you basically don’t have to toil away running errands for quests in order to save your first pot of gold.

That’s a great benefit for manufacturing, something we combat types are really jealous of.

Your case of being born with the ‘chef’ profession is pretty much a ‘chosen one,’ so make sure you take good advantage of it.”

“But if we’re cooking tonight, should we invite NPCs?”

Catch Shrimp offered a suggestion on the side:

“It’s a great opportunity to increase affinity!

With Eagle Brother’s cooking skills, you could make those uncivilized Transylvanian Barbarians swallow their tongues.

I think we should take this chance to invite important NPCs like Sir Morphy, Lady Cui Si, Maxim, and Governor Miriam over!”