Chapter 2030: Chapter 677: Are Alpha Company’s Server Materials Damn Potatoes or What? [Bonus 7/10]
Loyal Brother took off his helt, leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette and thought:
“Didn’t Cent Sister boot up the system once before? Even though she ended up half-paralyzed, according to Alpha, Cent Sister might really have co into contact with sothing… Damn! Is the other side attempting so hacking attack or signal interference kind of nonsense?
But it shouldn’t be possible, they don’t have a single physical item, right?
Can they really achieve anything with that prototype that burns out a brain every ti it’s booted up?”
“Doo doo doo”
The phone rang, and when Loyal Brother looked at it, sure enough it was Lord Qin calling.
He put the phone to his ear and heard Lord Qin say:
“We must get Cent back quickly. We’re not sure if this incident is related to her, but we must eliminate all potential risks.
Action next week!
Have your field team prepare an extra set of survival tools, the sa as the one used by A Feng. Since it’s within our jurisdiction, we’ll handle it completely.”
“Got it!”
Loyal Brother straightened his back on the chair and replied seriously.
Five minutes after Old Qin hung up, the ga helt reconnected successfully.
The ga restarted smoothly.
Loyal Brother logged in quickly and appeared in his armory office in a bare-bottod state. His equipnt and expert adventure assistant were scattered all over the place, the hardest part being that this was considered a “disconnection,” so after redoing the Psychic Projection, the arm he had cut off had grown back.
Loyal Brother looked at the chanical arms and chanical hands on the ground with so distress, hesitated a bit but couldn’t decide to give himself another two cuts.
Honestly, after using the chanical arm for a while, it’s quite interesting to go back to your original hand.
“Leader! It’s been confird, sothing happened on the front line.”
Loyal Brother’s subordinate, currently active near Blackfla Mountain Pass, a specialized intelligence officer disguised as a Shadow Intelligence Bureau agent from another world, “Mr. Ziwei,” quickly returned to Wolf Castle and delivered the news, saying:
“Apparently Sir Murphy was assassinated, right outside the mountain pass command post. Soone confidently claid to have seen Sir Murphy getting killed, but when I asked the vampires on duty, they all said Sir Murphy was fine.
I also noticed that the Grand Duke of Triss, Miss Phemys, General Maxim, and Director Adel have all disappeared, as have the clan leader’s guards.
Moreover, the timing of Sir Murphy’s assassination was less than ten seconds apart from when we disconnected…”
“Huh?”
Upon hearing the news, Loyal Brother squinted his eyes.
As an experienced player, he imdiately rembered sothing. After instructing Ziwei to continue working, he quickly contacted Brother ow and asked directly:
“ow, you were one of the first two people to enter the ga. I rember you ntioned before that in the initial missions, there was sothing about if Sir Murphy dies, the ga ends, right?”
“Yes, and it happened more than once. That’s why all of us veteran players refer to Sir Murphy as the ‘mainline NPC,’ aning if he’s gone, the main storyline can’t continue.”
Brother ow is quite shrewd.
And since he’s at Blackfla Mountain Pass right now, he’s heard about the information Ziwei found out, he imdiately connected those dots, saying to Loyal Brother:
“So, what are you suspecting?”
“I’m suspecting that just now, Sir Murphy might really have ‘died’ once.”
Loyal Brother lit a pipe in his office at the armory, organizing his thoughts while saying:
“That’s why we disconnected from the server without any warning, but now he’s ‘alive’ again…”
“He’s an NPC, right? Isn’t coming back to life supposed to be normal?”
Brother ow chuckled, obviously trying to change the subject, but Loyal Brother sneered, saying:
“Are you joking with ? Or trying to be clever? At this ti? On this subject? Do you think it’s appropriate? Let’s focus on the serious matter, ow.”
“…”
Brother ow was silent for a few seconds, then sighed and said:
“Alright, I was actually thinking the sa thing.
The developnt team doesn’t seem to be joking; if sothing happens to Sir Murphy, everything we have here would instantly vanish.
Including ourselves!
Parting won’t be emotional; we’ll disappear most directly, and there’s no such thing as reloading a save.
The NPCs will continue to live in this world, while we’ll be forced away, never to have another chance to log in.
This world will still operate without us, but I don’t want to see that…
How much excitent would this world lose without us? And without this world, would we return to the crappy ga that is reality?
What do you say?”
“He can’t be on the front line anymore! It’s too risky.”
Loyal Brother exhaled a smoke ring and said to ow:
“Get all the guilds together and submit a petition to Governor Milian or the Grand Duke of Triss, saying Sir Murphy is too handso, such a handso leader would surely impact the smooth progress of the frontline war, just keep him as a mascot in the rear.
Let us ‘Undying Spirits’ handle the fighting.
Also, gather all the Psychic players who have learned ‘Star-world Tear’; we can’t let these Werewolves continue wreaking havoc!
Listen, I have a plan…”
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