My Players Are So Fierce

1125: 381.

Damn!

So the urban legends about reincarnation into a different world are all true?

1125: 381.

Damn!

So the urban legends about reincarnation into a different world are all true?

The helmet sent to Brother Loyal’s office was unlike any other.

Its shape was identical to a regular gaming helmet, but it was painted an odd white with a red cross emblazoned on it.

Just like a damn medic’s helmet.

Hey, throw it on your head, add a tiny revolver too small to fit your thumb into the barrel, and congratulations, you’ve been promoted to a “Battlefield Quack” who does nothing but give injections for any injury.

But this helmet, like all the terminals before it, had no interfaces that Brother Loyal could find after scouring the entire thing.

Clearly, he couldn’t take this thing apart, just like he couldn’t dismantle his own helmet.

Speaking of which, this helmet was also preposterous.

It would show minor scratches and deformations that didn’t affect its use over time, limited only to the effects of time elapsed, but should any force attempt to violently crack it open, this thing would instantly exhibit indecipherable behaviors.

No exaggeration, Brother Loyal even stuffed a grenade into it after getting permission from his superiors, but guess what?

Not a scratch!

Not even the paint was chipped.

Theoretically, such wondrous properties should definitely attract a lot of gamers’ attention.

The problem is, how precious are gaming helmets?

One per person, permanently bound.

The Development Team even announced on the forums, no helmet will be replaced for any reason.

In other words, if you break your helmet, you can say goodbye to Transylvania forever.

Under these circumstances, who in their right mind, unless burdened with work pressure, would scribble and engrave on their precious helmet?

Only those like Brother Loyal, burdened with duties and missions, would attempt such violent disassembly—they even resorted to a hydraulic press!

Yet, despite three power cores being destroyed, the helmet remained untouched.

Brother Loyal suspected this was “black tech” controlled by Alpha Company, confident enough to distribute these things to gamers without fear that current Earth technology could crack open this “technological black box.”

Such blatant arrogance and disregard—enough already!

An unexpected situation meant that Brother Loyal again missed his timely return home for soup today, receiving a severe scolding from his wife over the phone.

There was nothing he could do, as this issue forced him to work overtime into the night, continuously cursing the damn “Real Different World” Development Team in his mind.

The only consolation was that the rest of his team also had to work late into the night.

The misery of one is painful, but the misery of many can be shared, dissolving even the slight grudge in one’s heart.

Finally, at three in the morning, Brother Loyal, unable to stay awake and having gone to lie down on a makeshift bed, was shaken awake by Zihui.

“The superiors have responded.”

Zihui, with dark circles under her eyes, yawned and told her team leader:

“You better check it out.”

“Oh, you guys worked hard.

Go home, take the day off tomorrow.”

Brother Loyal rubbed his eyes and told the others before walking into his office.

He didn’t forget to remind Brother Prodigal before going in:

“Have all the clerical brothers in the group fill out applications!

Our Guild will pull them into the game once we reach level two, but remember the confidentiality agreement.”

“Mm.”

Brother Prodigal, mature and restrained, did not complain and quickly relayed the command.

Brother Loyal returned to his office to open the remote conference.

His superior appeared on the screen, also wearing pajamas and holding a cup of hot tea, and succinctly said to Brother Loyal:

“We discussed it in the meeting, and everyone agrees this is an opportunity.

Based on the advice of our behavior analysis experts, this is very likely a hint from the other side.

It’s clear they don’t plan to involve the real world for the time being, so they’ve handed this matter to us, suggesting both parties can engage in limited cooperation.”

“Cooperation?

Assigning us tasks is not what I’d call cooperation!”

Brother Loyal said, visibly annoyed:

“And there’s another issue.

Are they unwilling to get involved with reality, or are they unable to?

Maybe they are something ‘sealed away’…”

“With the level of technology they’ve shown us thus far, do you think that’s likely?”

Brother Loyal’s superior took a sip of his hot tea and sighed:

“We still can’t accurately track their delivery methods and channels.

Based on the ‘brainwave interference’…

well, the proper term should be ‘quantum interference technology based on the microscopic world’ principle inspired by that helmet, our research has just begun.

If they wish, they could deliver that special helmet to Yang Qishan and Yang Qingfeng without alerting us, right?

And then there’s the note they sent.

This is the first time they’ve actively reached out to us in this manner, referring to us as the ‘Operation and Maintenance Group’ on the note.

Think carefully about what that means.

Obviously, it’s a kind of satire.

Our previous guise as a medical team was under their observation the whole time…

Sigh, tough situation.”

“Alright, so we’re responsible for the observation and healing operations concerning Yang Qingfeng?”

Brother Loyal sighed and asked:

“Do we need to reserve a hospital or something in advance?”

“No need.

The organization has mobilized resources.

A highly professional medical team will arrive tomorrow afternoon.

We’ve rented a villa on the outskirts of the city where you’re located to temporarily serve as the ‘Real Different World Operation and Maintenance Group’ workplace.”