The five players who entered the scenario with Feng Bujue did not know that the setting of the scenario was inside the mind of the Count of Script, and they did not receive the special treatment that Brother Jue received.
To them, this was just a very normal loading process.
After the opening cinematic, the group arrived at an old wooden hut.
After regaining their vision, they found themselves in a room that wasn't too big. In the middle of the room was a four-legged wooden table, and there was a glowing oil lamp on the table. Other than the table and the lamp, there was no other furniture in the room.
"Main quest triggered.
[Looking for "my" corpse.]
Just as they stood still, the system announcement rang in their ears. From the looks of it … the main quest this time was quite normal, and the system did not give any restrictions.
"Eh? Where's Brother Jue? "After regaining his mobility, Xiao Tan was the first to notice that someone was missing from the team.
"From the team tab, he is still 'alive' …" Ruo Yu said instantly. "Perhaps he was transported to a different location than us."
"Ah! Feng Bujue! " At that moment, of the other two unfamiliar players, the slightly larger one also saw Brother Jue's ID in the team tab. He immediately yelled in shock, "Hey, hey … Don't tell me this is that Feng Bujue?"
The thin one next to him added, "Which Feng Bujue? Of course, it's that Feng Bujue! "
The two players were male and looked about twenty. They were about 1.7 meters tall, and one was fat while the other was thin.
The fat one had a buzz cut, his eyes were bright, and his two rectangular eyebrows were like seaweed. His ID was [Detective Buu], and his title was "Human Flesh Fire Wheel."
The thin one had long hair, and he looked like he was malnourished, like he would fall to the ground with a light breeze. His ID was Old Medic Uub, and his title was Human Supply Depot.
From their in-game IDs, one could tell that they were two casual players. Before they started the game, they had already decided on their specialization.
If the Underworld Frontline players represented the highest level of casual players, then Buu and Uub should be considered second-rate players. Of course … this wasn't too bad. For players at this level, even though they might not be able to do something as miraculous as a 'top' player, they would not make such a low-level mistake. Their understanding of equipment, skills, masteries, and scenarios were all very mature. As long as there was an outstanding leader, these second-rate players could also be of great help to the team.
If one had to make an analogy … these players were equivalent to the "role players" in the NBA. It was not difficult for a team to play cool, as long as they had one or two superstars. However, if they wanted to win the championship, they needed these role players. They were the cornerstone of the team and represented the "depth of the bench".
"Wow! You guys … you're all from the Underworld Frontline! " A few seconds later, Buu raised his eyes and looked at the badges on the clothes of the three people in front of him, and shouted in surprise.
"That's right …" Xiao Ling narrowed her eyes and replied, "But … our club is not that famous, right? Why are you so excited?"
"Because you're from the same club as Mad God …" Uub said weakly. "Isn't that something amazing?"
"Is it … very amazing?" Even Xiao Ling was taken aback upon hearing those words.
"I see …" Ruo Yu observed their expressions and quickly came to a conclusion. "You guys are Jue's in-game fans, right?"
She deliberately added the prerequisite of "in-game" mainly to distinguish herself (the fan in real life) from them.
"That's right!" Buu stared with his big round eyes and said, "We are determined to become a maverick super-class master like Mad God!"
"I do agree with the point of being a maverick." Ruo Yu replied coldly. The meaning behind her words was … using the term 'super class' on Brother Jue was a waste of time.
Then, the five of them chatted for a few minutes to get to know each other.
Buu and Uub were both outer members of Tiandi (the studio where Weighty Words is located) (similar in nature to Jianghu's Not a Scaredy Cat). Although they were not professional players who clocked in to work, they were the backbone of the club.
…
In the book's world, no matter the size, ninety-five percent of gaming studios needed to recruit outer members — in other words, 'non-professional in-game players'. Even Atobe-sama's Hyotei had recruited members like Black, White, and Gray, so … this was common knowledge in the industry.
This was because, in a large MMORPG, 'number' was also a symbol of power. It was a factor that could not be ignored in any guild or country. Like the Straw Hat Pirates, in most games … it wouldn't work.
To give a simple example, in a game, there was a boss spawned in the wild. At that moment, Guild A sent one hundred people, and Guild B sent two hundred people. Who would be able to fight for the boss? This was obvious … Even if Guild B sent out one hundred people to PK with Guild A, the remaining one hundred people would be able to fight the boss …
Most games that allowed PK were like that; there was no logic to it. Whoever was stronger would have the right to speak. Terms like 'first come, first served', 'rules of Jianghu', 'do me a favor', and so on … These were negotiation terms that would only be used when both parties were equal in power. When there was a huge disparity in power, there would be another set of negotiation terms like 'f * ck your mother!', 'get out of here!', and 'are you tired of living?'
In conclusion … number was important. One more person meant one more power. Even if it was a professional gaming studio like "Order", they wouldn't dare to say something like "I don't need external members". In reality, they not only needed outer members, they needed a lot of them. Other than those PvP games that were similar to E-Sports, Regulation would offer generous terms in every MMORPG to attract those outer members who had a certain level of power. They were not the only ones. Jianghu, Stellar Union, Brahman, Zombie Blade, and so on … Gaming studios of all sizes and styles did the same.
Only a 'gaming studio' like Blade would not accept an outsider.
…
A few minutes later, Xiao Tan's expression suddenly changed. He asked, "Do you guys smell something?"
As a surgeon, Xiao Tan's sense of smell was very sensitive, especially when it came to certain chemicals.
"Now that you mention it, it does seem to have the guts …" After Buu heard this, he wrinkled his nose and inhaled while muttering, "… Weird, pungent …"
"Formalin." Xiao Tan gave the answer directly and walked to the corner of the wooden hut. "It seems to be coming from behind this door."
At that moment, they were in a room about thirty square meters. The roof was in the shape of an arched triangle, supported by two intersecting main beams and a few supporting pillars. The floor under their feet was old and dirty, but it was not rotten to the extent that it was emitting the smell. The four walls around them were wooden walls made of logs. There was not a single window on the wall, but on the two adjacent walls, there was a door.
"Erm … I can't open it." Xiao Tan walked to the door, held the doorknob, and turned it. The notification that [This door is locked] rang in his ears. "It seems like we need a key." He paused. "Hmm … I am sure that the smell is coming from behind this door."
"The door here is also …" At this time, Uub, who was closer to the other door, also tried to open the door on his side, and he heard the same notification.
"That's strange …" Xiao Tan muttered. "The only two exits in this room are both locked …" He thought for a moment. "So … there should be at least one key in this room."
"Hmm … There's no key under the table." While Xiao Tan was talking, Xiao Ling had already squatted down to check. In the shadow under the table, the inside of the four table legs, and the back of the table … there was nothing.
Whoosh!
At this moment, there was a soft sound in the room.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw … a man in a long purple suit appeared in the originally empty corner.
"Sorry, I'm late." Feng Bujue's gaze swept across the faces of the five people, and then he showed a relaxed smile. "Because of some trivial matters … I was slightly delayed."
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