"Hahaha! Even three against isn't enough!"
After easily taking down three opponents, Na laughed wildly, spinning in place, his voice, enhanced by the stimulant, carrying a hint of hoarse excitent. He raised both arms, pointing at the surrounding players, and defiantly shouted, "Again! I want to fight ten!"
However, no sooner had his boast left his lips than a sweet taste filled his throat. A gush of hot, bloody liquid surged uncontrollably, splattering all over the anti-gas mask's lenses. Crimson blood dripped down the mask, leaving the onlookers stunned.
Realizing sothing was wrong, Na quickly opened his system panel. He didn't know until he looked, and when he did, he was startled.
So attributes had directly skyrocketed, such as Muscle Strength, which had soared to the heavens:
Muscle Strength - 35.6 / 10.6 (Liberator 20.4) (Physical Enhancer 5.2) (Holy Sedative 3.4) (Adrenaline 6.0)
But other attributes had plumted, dropping to the level of a paracium, which left Na deeply alard:
Liver Function - 1.2 / 10.1 (Ice Point Elent - 3.2) (Sentinel - 2.0) (Physical Enhancer - 1.7) (Liberator - 1.9) (Adrenaline - 1.3)
Kidney Function - 1.7 / 9.5 (Ice Point Elent - 2.8) (Sentinel - 1.8) (Physical Enhancer - 1.5) (Liberator - 1.7)
Even worse, just from moving around a bit, Na had already accumulated nurous DEBUFFs, such as: Severe Chest Hemorrhage (Suppressed) Bone Fractures (Suppressed) Heart Rupture (Suppressed) Multiple Organ Failure (Suppressed)
Each of these was enough to kill a mortal within minutes, but they all had a "(Suppressed)" suffix. Clearly, when that "(Suppressed)" suffix ceased to exist, it would be Na's ti to die, and now... only a few seconds remained.
"This shouldn't be!" Na's eyes widened, and he let out an unwilling cry to the sky, "They said after taking the drug, I'd live for at least 24 hours..."
Before he could finish speaking, with a "crunch," his body, encased in carapace armor, snapped like a broken piece of wood, falling stiffly to the ground, utterly silent.
Initially, the onlookers thought he was performing so kind of performance art. It wasn't until Na's system ID disappeared above his head that they realized he was truly dead, and he died so abruptly, without even a struggle.
"Oh my god, he went full George Floyd."
"He died right on the spot!"
"Excuse , excuse ." Archer pushed through the crowd, walked over to Na's corpse, squatted down, and took off Na's anti-gas mask for a look. "Hmm... it should be the neutralizing solution. The formula still needs to be changed..." he muttered to himself.
As he spoke, Archer hoisted Na's body onto his back: "Later, tell Na to send his bank account number. I'll transfer him so money, for experintal funds and the cost of the body."
The players' eyes lit up at the news; this was real money! They imdiately asked enthusiastically, "Sir, do you still need experintal materials?"
"Sir, I think I'm very healthy, I want to be an experintal material too!"
"My body is super strong, I can take hits and dish them out, definitely good material!"
"Don't worry, I'll let you know when I need you," Archer waved his hand, then carried the body away, apparently intending to examine Na's cause of death in detail.
In the distance, Reddito and Robert stood together, observing everything.
Reddito's chanized voice echoed through the hall: "Even by Krieg Death Korps standards, your disregard for life has reached a level I cannot comprehend."
Robert casually replied, "This world is so awful, perhaps an early death is a good thing? If we're lucky, we might even return beneath the Golden Throne."
Reddito seed pensive, data streams flickering in his optical eyepiece: "Is that your view on life and death? It's thought-provoking..." He didn't seem to fully understand, but he didn't delve deeper.
Reddito proactively changed the subject: "Have you figured out how to kill the high-ranking genestealers?"
"I've been looking at the Trinity Foundry Workshop these past two days," Robert said. "You can produce Grav-chutes and Valkyries, right?"
"The production difficulty of both is indeed not high," Reddito said. "However, the difficulty in using them is not low... Can your soldiers handle it?"
"They will learn," Robert said calmly, his tone carrying an unquestionable conviction, "They definitely will..."
"I think I know what you're thinking," Reddito said. "I have no right to interfere with the lives of your soldiers, but I think I do have the right to express dissatisfaction regarding potential damage to Grav-chutes and Valkyries during training."
"What do you want?" Robert asked directly.
"All those pieces of equipnt that appear out of nowhere, no matter how damaged they are, send them to for maintenance. I think this is a win-win situation," Reddito proposed his condition.
At a high point in the Mid-Hive, fierce winds howled. Below lay a dense, sprawling hive city, a labyrinth of steel and concrete. Over a dozen players, each carrying a Grav-chute provided by Reddito, fine equipnt from the Trinity Foundry Workshop, stood ready.
Robert stood before them, his voice remarkably clear in the wind: "According to the Astra Militarum's original procedure, to beco an airborne soldier, we should undergo complete training, from theory to ground training, then to low-altitude parachuting. But Perditia doesn't have that much ti!"
He surveyed the players, each of their eyes gleaming with excitent, devoid of any fear.
"So, our training is to put on the Grav-chutes and jump directly from a high place!"
At this, the players were not shocked; instead, they erupted in a fervent cheer.
"We land on both feet, the first to step into hell!"
"For Super Earth!"
"This is the way!"
Robert nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Archer beside him: "The rest is up to you, Magos Archer."
Archer sighed helplessly upon hearing this: "I can hardly be called a Magos now, captain Robert. I'm just an apprentice who gets ordered around..."
He complained verbally, but his body honestly stepped forward, beginning to prepare to teach the players how to operate the Grav-chute.
Robert watched as Archer stepped forward, calmly picked up a model of a Grav-chute, and began explaining its structure and operational essentials to the players, nodding inwardly.
He had initially thought that without missions or battles these past few days, many players would go offline out of boredom, but the result was unexpected—players almost all went offline briefly and then returned.
Thinking about it, it was normal. After all, this was a ga with a three-tis thought acceleration, which, when converted, ant three tis the lifespan. Players spending a day here was equivalent to one-third of a day in the real world; they could experience three tis their real-life lifespan, which held imnse appeal to anyone. Furthermore, the superhuman physical qualities of the Astra Militarum in the ga were many tis stronger than in reality. These two points alone were enough to attract people.
Robert's gaze once again fell upon the players listening to Archer's explanation, and a thought flashed through his mind: For players using Grav-chutes for the first ti, most of them would probably experience a physical "landing on both feet" next...
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