On a mountain full of trees within the ga, a Magic Beast cha was sneaking down the ridge stealthily. The cha moved silently and agilely, even Fatty would be astonished.
In [Logic], the little kid, who followed Fatty through countless battles and even took over the control program of the chanical computer, perfectly mimicked Fatty’s movents!
Several shabby system chas were wandering on the slope and at the foot of the mountain. These chas, circling back and forth, holding Energy Cannons or ion light sabers, were the monsters in the ga.
The little kid disdained fighting monsters for parts. It had cursed at this low-intelligence ga setting countless tis.
Fighting people was way more fun. To collect parts, robbing players was the best. This was how Fatty used to do it. As Fatty’s successor, Pipi naturally had to carry forward this tradition.
On the first day in the ga, the little kid robbed over six hundred people, getting hold of more than eight hundred parts. Now, the entire ga forum was filled with posts condemning it. Countless players organized themselves to hunt it down. Thinking about so many people paying attention to it, the little kid was so proud that it danced with joy.
After thousands of years of loneliness, the hardships finally paid off.
Carefully avoiding a skeleton-like old-fashioned [Undead Walker] cha, the little kid found its target.
It was a [Waning Moon] cha, a girl-style cha very popular among female players in the ga. Not only did it have an angelic, feminine appearance, but its combat power was also on par with other chas of the sa level.
The little kid loved robbing female players the most. Such fragrant heists sounded so cultured.
After several intense fights, [Waning Moon] finally defeated a golden [Undead Walker] King. The system dropped a variety of cha parts all over the place, indicating it was ti to gather them.
[Waning Moon] did not imdiately start gathering parts. On the contrary, she was even more vigilant than during the battle. She looked around for a long ti, ensured no one was around, then bent down to start gathering.
The little kid couldn’t even rember how many [Waning Moon] chas it had robbed. But this ti, it did not hesitate at all.
The Magic Beast crouched its butt, moving like a sinister wind towards the graceful back of [Waning Moon]....
A month later.
When Fatty completed a phase of his research and logged into [Sky-Filling Fire], even he, with his thick nerves, couldn’t help but be shocked.
A street rat couldn’t begin to describe Fatty’s popularity. The bustling hall of the Central Observation Room fell into dead silence the mont Fatty logged in. All eyes focused on him. Those eyes looked like they wanted to swallow him alive.
The information wall in the center of the hall was filled with posts denouncing SM01314, scrolling so fast in countless numbers that they couldn’t be counted.
Fatty casually clicked on a post.
"A whole month. A nightmare of a month."
"That Magic Beast cha ran rampant through the endless deserts, forests, and sand dunes of [Sky-Filling Fire]. It appeared like a shadow behind every cha player, reaching out its sinister Magic Palm to commit its cris!"
"Countless people searched for its trace, trying to catch it. Many tis, we nearly succeeded. But in the end, it always escaped the encirclent, only to retaliate even more fiercely!"
"Although everyone was reluctant to admit it, although it sounded absurd, after the month-long nightmare ended, I sadly realized this wasn’t a battle of a million against one, but a ga where one toyed with a million."
"And I was the most miserable person in this ga. Boohoo.... I was robbed by that bastard sixty-three tis! ... I’m going to study hard, and never play online gas again!"
This post, titled "Nightmare, Release from Addiction," was written by a thirteen-year-old [Sky-Filling Fire] player. This poor, heavily impacted child had cried as they deleted their account.
At the end of the post, countless players followed, so cursed, so wept, so sympathized, so gloated. In short, it was very lively. The experiences and encounters in the post had beco the common voice of all players.
"Pipi!" Fatty called the little kid.
The little kid, biting its fingers anxiously, ran away as soon as it heard Fatty call. Its short legs whirled up a small whirlwind as it dashed off and disappeared.
"Damn it." Fatty walked towards the cha Manufacturing Room under the knife-like gazes, not needing to ask to know that Pipi had surely committed countless bad deeds.
With an apologetic wave in front of everyone, Fatty slowly closed the door to the cha Manufacturing Room.
Whether it was a million or ten million enemies, it made no difference to Fatty. After all, in the internet world, no one knew who was in the Magic Beast. As long as there was no threat, that feeling of being the center of attention was actually quite enjoyable.
Moreover, being able to play with a million people was a skill. As for whether the little kid used any other ans, Fatty chose to overlook it.
"Kill him! Boohoo... I want to kill him!" Suddenly, a woman cried out from the crowd.
So old players knew, this Feiyang female officer nad Margaret was the female player who last ti, was pinned under SM01314, and had her cha’s circuits dismantled by its tech rod.
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