My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2848 -950: Black Disaster Main Storyline Concludes Smoothly! Throwing Flowers

The players reached a consensus at the last moment, and this smart decision made Murphy very satisfied, fully proving that his little players could also be a bunch of brainy sages when necessary.

When he announced that the Power Armor would be gifted to the God Slayers, he deliberately didn’t mention the energy issue, which was basically him digging a not-too-big, not-too-small pit for his players.

The built-in Energy Battery of this vanguard-grade Power Armor had been completely destroyed by that penetrating shot earlier; to repair it, they’d have to find a new military-grade energy module in the Sanghai Empire, and right now the only standard-type Energy Batteries that could charge it were in his hands.

In other words, if the players wanted to suit up in Power Armor and go full musou mode on the battlefield, they’d have to get Murphy’s permission first.

As the curator, he received five to six standard batteries every month as an allowance, and with Triss’s allowance added in, he’d stockpiled a bunch of batteries over the past few months with nowhere to use them. Now he could use this kind of material exchange to recycle some Gold Coin from the players to subsidize Transylvania’s finances.

As for what price Murphy would sell the Energy Batteries to the players for, that was a harmless little “secret” belonging to a mainline NPC.

Anyway, according to Sister Pomegranate, the price was so sky-high that even a super veteran like Orchid couldn’t afford it and it could only be paid from the Silver Moon Group’s public funds.

From this angle, the sly and crafty Sir Morphy could be said to have quite a knack for making money.

The players reached an agreement, and with Niu Niu getting focus-fired off the field, they announced the end of this giant chaotic brawl. They had a blast fighting, but the spectators weren’t happy—especially those gamblers who’d placed bets with the Blood Rat Gang. Seeing that the match ended with no winner decided, they immediately started clamoring, and the classic “R N M, refund!” chant echoed on the field.

Then those guys who violated the army’s no-gambling regulations were immediately seized and taken away by the military police who’d been ready and waiting; what awaited them was three days in confinement and a cut in their military pay. And just like that, a textbook entrapment operation was completed.

With that, both hosts and guests were pleased.

Among the two hundred God Slayer players, there were still some who weren’t very satisfied with this final decision, but they soon learned the inside story from others—especially after Old Huo and Little Brother Fu went to Orchid to ask about the exact price of an Energy Battery. Even these two “quite well-off” guys shut up honestly.

Well, well, it’s not that they can’t afford a Power Armor; it’s just that shared usage has way better cost performance.

What’s more, since the dev team had already put this kind of item that could dramatically shift power levels on the table, it meant that Power Armor would definitely be officially implemented into the game later. Referencing how exoskeletons went from first appearing to becoming widespread, it wasn’t hard to guess that these types of combat platforms would probably show up frequently in future storylines.

Although with the Power Armor’s ridiculous stats, it could never reach the point where everyone had a set, as a T0 player group they were very likely to get their hands on one eventually.

Right now, risking bankruptcy to snag a set honestly wasn’t very cost-effective.

Of course, they also had to factor in Stick Brother’s “special identity.” That guy making that suggestion probably represented the opinion of some secret in-game organization led by Old Qin. Since it was something “the family” needed, everyone could be a bit more sensible and take a step back; it wasn’t unacceptable.

Right as the celebration continued after this big chaotic brawl ended, the two hundred God Slayers one after another received notifications of physical rewards issued by the Transia Tavern APP under the banner of “celebrating nine months of smooth game operation.”

The timing was just too perfect, and after each player did a quick mental conversion of the prices of those electronic products given out as gifts, everyone had a pretty good idea of what was going on.

All things considered, they didn’t lose out; they even made a small profit.

But this was a little secret just among the God Slayer clique; ordinary players didn’t need to know about these under-the-table trades. After all, while the God Slayers were receiving their rewards, those ordinary players—who had also participated in the Maginot offensive-and-defensive battle and the war to defend the Divine Spirit—could likewise claim generous returns from the in-game factions. Old Qin’s squad, who had completed the “Retrieve the Wolf’s Blood” quest, even received a gift personally given by Su.

Just like how the God Slayers picked up the Divine Bone of The Master of Hunting, Old Qin’s team members got Su’s wolf-hair brush, which could be exchanged at the Winter Wolf Religion for special blueprints to craft some insanely badass “Divine Artifact” protective gear.

Overall, purely from the perspective of loot, the final battle of the Black Disaster DLC was enough to make players from top-tier to regular to newbie all feel satisfied, and for a while, the praise for the dev team grew louder and louder.

This couldn’t help but make Murphy, who was currently eavesdropping on player emotions via the Stream of Mind, once again feel that his players were really quite easy to satisfy.

This kind of celebration went on from dusk all the way until just before dawn before finally breaking up.

After the Soldiers and Commanders left one after another, Murphy also joined the well-fed and well-drunk crowd of players, moving through them with the poise a professional NPC should have, saying different things depending on their “favorability” levels and signing a few autographs for some female players along the way.

Murphy was also aware of that strange organization called “Morphy’s Support Group,” but he chose not to interfere.

What?

Is there really anything worth debating about such a handsome Sir Morphy being liked and adored by girls?