My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank-Chapter 53 - 19

53: 19.

The evilness of a devil, even when thought out meticulously, does not amount to one ten-thousandth of a player’s_1

53: 19.

The evilness of a devil, even when thought out meticulously, does not amount to one ten-thousandth of a player’s_1

After the players logged out, they started arguing on the forum, eager to express their thoughts and views on the situation.

Murphy’s military map was also recorded with the helmet’s camera function.

Amidst the students and idle chatters presenting their strange ideas, the prepared ones had already begun making calls.

If there’s a big difference between society’s people and students, it’s that those who’ve been hit hard by reality understand the principle of letting professionals handle professional matters.

Normally they all sit in office spaces, playing MOBA games where three virtual roads can give rise to strategy arguments, clearly lacking the professional knowledge and skills that planning an excellent defensive action in a 100% lifelike game requires.

Moreover, the difference in strength between the two sides is so great.

Fortunately, one of the greatest things about this era is that the Internet connects all kinds of people together, just like you never know if the one pointing fingers at the mountains and rivers on the other side of the screen is a human or a dog.

In the uncertain world of the internet, there is never a lack of hidden talents.

Wumeioge took off his gaming helmet, put on a Bluetooth headset, and while taking out a can of milk from the refrigerator, he went to the balcony and turned on the treadmill.

Looking out at the brightly lit night outside the window, he warmed up and started his daily jog.

Although he always claimed to be an old wage earner, in reality, Wumeioge belonged to the category of people who were “lightly wealthy.”

He had his own software outsourcing studio.

The four mischievous boys he had pulled into the game were employees who had started a business with him.

They had an excellent relationship and sometimes went out to “explore new places” together.

A few seconds later, the call went through.

“Hello?”

A groggy man’s voice came out of the earphones, amusing Wumeioge as he jogged.

“Hey, boss, it’s still early, why are you already in bed?”

“Shut it, just spit it out!

I just finished a tabletop war game with a bunch of morons and I’m exhausted.

I swear if I play with such morons again, I’m no better than a dog!”

The person at the other end was quite rude, as one could only do with old friends, indicating impatience but without any malicious intent.

“I have something here and need your help with a tactic.

You’re definitely gonna like it, here’s the situation…”

As Wumeioge maintained a steady jog, he told the other party what was currently happening.

After listening, there was silence for a few seconds, and then the sound of a lighter and inhaling smoke from the earpiece.

Then the man retorted:

“Have you lost your mind?

Full-reality virtual reality technology?

Are you joking?

There’s no mature technology at all, don’t you understand the current situation of AR and VR circles?

It’s impossible, you’re in this field!”

“I didn’t believe it before either, I thought it was a hoax, until reality firmly slapped me in the face, proving that the world never lacks impressive people.

It’s hard for me to describe to you the feeling of this game now, but I can tell you, this thing can definitely subvert your worldview.”

Wumeioge said with a sigh, then brought the conversation back on topic, asking:

“So can you do it or not?

You’ve been pissing around with a bunch of idiots, wouldn’t it be more exciting to have a real fight?”

“Alright, then regarding this 18 vs 200+ situation, from my professional point of view, I have two pieces of advice for you.”

The guy on the other end of the phone puffed out a smoke ring and joked:

“The relatively achievable one is for you guys to transform into Spartans or for one of you to suddenly master the art of Saiyan transformation and blow the opponent away with a Spirit Bomb. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

The more difficult one would be for you to honestly carry out tactics, use all your strength to try and turn the situation around, and pray to any god hoping you could actually win.

.

.

Are you kidding me, bro?

This is a tenfold disparity in military strength!

And your individual strength doesn’t give you any advantage!

If it had anything to do with reality, you should know that it’s impossible to win, right?

This is no longer a problem that can be solved by tactics.

Even if you were to summon Han Xin or Xiang Yu from the grave, they’d tell you this task is impossible and then slide back into their graves and close the coffin lid.”

The other party complained:

“And from what you’ve said, there are both cold weapons and guns.

Even if I want to help, I have to go and check the terrain, right?

Here’s what we do, you send me the map first and I’ll have a look, and also get me an invitation code to check it out.

Paying is a piece of cake.”

“I don’t have an invitation code, I can only help you ask.”

Seeing that the other party was willing to help, Wumeioge smiled, knowing his buddy was interested.

He got off the treadmill, put on his helmet, connected the social software, sent the saved map of Transylvania over, and also logged on to the forum to send a private message to the administrator.

Soon, Alpha’s message came back.

Alpha: [Do you want an invitation code for your friend?]

Meow King: [Yes, he’s a professional tactician, previously in Africa…

um, he was an instructor.

Now he’s in tactical tabletop exercises, quite famous in the industry.

I thought bringing him in would help us make better progress in this testing process.

If that can’t work, could we give him a trial account to provide some on-the-spot advice?

I want things in the game to move faster, so we can quickly move into open beta testing.

I can’t stand having something so good so close, yet being only able to sample a bit at a time.]