The five players who entered the script with Feng Bujue did not know that the setting of this script was in Zhuan Jie Zun's mind, and they did not receive the special treatment that Brother Jue did.
To them, this is just a normal loading process.
After the opening cg, everyone came to a dilapidated cabin.
After regaining their vision, a room that was not too big appeared in front of them. In the middle of the room, there was a four-legged wooden table with a glowing oil lamp. Apart from the table and the oil lamp, there was nothing else in the room.
of furniture.
[The main mission has been triggered]
【Looking for "my" bones.】
As soon as everyone stood still, a system prompt rang in their ears. At first glance... this time the main mission was quite satisfactory, step by step, and the system did not give any restrictions.
"Eh? Where did Brother Jue go? After regaining his mobility, Xiao Tan was the first to find that there was someone missing from the team.
"Judging from the team column, he is still 'surviving'..." Ruoyu immediately added, "Maybe his teleportation location is different from ours."
"Eh? Are you crazy?" At this time, among the other two unfamiliar players, the fatter one also saw Brother Jue's ID in the team column. He immediately exclaimed loudly, "Hey... shouldn't this be?
Could it be that one who is crazy, right?"
The thin man next to him continued: "Who else is crazy? Isn't that the one who is crazy?"
Both players are male. They look to be around 20 years old and over 1.7 meters tall. Their characteristics are that one is fat and the other is thin.
The fat one has short hair, piercing eyes, and two rectangular eyebrows like seaweed. His ID is "Detective Buu" and his title is "Human Hot Wheels".
The thin one has long hair and a malnourished look on his face, as if he would fall to the ground if the breeze blows. His ID is "Old Military Doctor Uub" and his title is "Humanoid Supply Station".
It can be seen from their game names that they are definitely two casual players. And they have already thought about their specialization tendencies before playing the game.
If Hell Front represents the highest level among casual players, then Buu and Uub should be considered second-tier. Of course... this is not bad. Players at this level, although they cannot be like "
Top players do some amazing things, but they don't make stupid mistakes; their understanding of equipment, skills, specializations and scripts... are all very mature. As long as there is an excellent team leader.
, these second-tier players can also bring great help to the team.
To put it metaphorically... these players are equivalent to the "role players" in the NBA. It is not difficult for a team to play coolly, as long as there are one or two topical superstars; but to win the championship, they need role players like them.
.They are the cornerstone of the team and represent the "depth of the bench."
"Wow! You guys... you are all from the Hell Front!" 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 again in surprise.
"Yes..." Xiao Lingxu replied with eyes. "But... our club is not famous, right? Why are you so excited?"
"Because you and the 'Crazy God' are in the same club..." Uub's weak voice sounded, "Isn't this a great thing?"
"Is it... amazing?" When the other party said this, even Xiao Ling was stunned.
"I see..." Ruoyu observed the words and quickly made an inference, "You are all fans in the game, right..."
She deliberately added the prerequisite "in the game" mainly to distinguish herself (a fan in reality) from them.
"That's right!" Buu stared at his big round eyes and said, "We are determined to become unique and super masters like the Mad God!"
"I agree with the point of being independent," Ruoyu continued coldly. The implication of her words was...the word "superior" is not appropriate for Brother Jue.
Then, the five of them chatted for a few minutes and got to know each other.
Buu and Uub are both peripheral members of "Tianchi (the studio where Director Yu Zong is located)" (similar in nature to Jianghu's Cai Buwei). Although they are not professional players who clock in to work, they are also members of the club.
The backbone.
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Here is a good explanation... In the world of this book, regardless of size, 95% of game studios recruit peripheral members - that is, "non-professional players recruited in the game". Even Master Atobe's
The "Ice Emperor" club also recruits online members like Black and White. It can be seen that... this matter is basically common knowledge in the industry.
Because in large-scale online games, "number of people" is also a symbol of strength, and is a factor that cannot be ignored by any society/guild/gang/country. Like the Straw Hat Pirates' elite thinking, in most games...
None of them work.
To give a simple example, in a certain game, there is a boss in the wild. At this time, 100 people from Guild A and 200 people from Guild B come. Who do you think can grab it? This is an obvious thing...
Even if Guild B allocates a hundred people to compete with Guild A to delay time, there will still be a hundred people left to farm the boss...
Most games that allow forced PK are like this. There is no reason to argue. Whoever is stronger has the right to speak. There are "first come, first served", "rules of the rivers and lakes", "give me a face" and so on...
Negotiation terms that are only used when there is equal strength; when there is a disparity in strength, there is another set of negotiation terms, such as "x your mother!" "Get out of here!" and "Are you tired of living?"
Already?"
In short...the number of people is very important. One more person means more power. Even a studio like "Order" where professional players gather together would not dare to say "I don't need peripheral members". In fact,
Not only do they need them, but they also need a lot of them... In addition to those competitive team/individual battle games, Order will provide quite good conditions in every online game to recruit peripheral members with certain strength. They are not the only ones...
...Jianghu, stars, gods, corpse knives, etc... Studios of various sizes and styles also do this.
Only a "studio" with unspeakable secrets like Blade would not accept any outsiders.
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A few minutes later, Xiaotan's expression suddenly changed slightly, and she said, "Do you smell anything?"
As a surgeon, Xiao Tan has a very sensitive sense of smell, especially when he smells certain chemicals...
"After you said that, it seems that there is something..." After hearing this, Buu wrinkled his nose and inhaled, and said, "...weird, pungent..."
"Formalin." Xiaotan said the answer directly and walked towards the corner of the cabin, "It seems to be coming from behind this door."
At this moment, the room they were in was about thirty square meters; the roof was in the shape of an arched triangle, supported by two intersecting main beams and several sections of support columns; although the floor under their feet was old and dirty, it was also rotten.
It's enough to emit a smell; the four surrounding walls are made of logs, and there isn't even a window on the wall, but there is a door on each of the two adjacent walls.
"Uh...can't open it." Xiaotan walked to the door, held the doorknob and turned it, and the reminder "This door is locked" rang in his ears, "It seems that a key is needed."
Okay." He paused, "But I'm sure the smell is coming from this room."
"This door over here is also..." At this time, Oub, who was closer to the other door, also tried the door on his side, and heard the same prompt.
"It's strange..." Xiao Tan muttered, "The only two exits in the room are all locked..." He thought for a moment, "So... there should be at least one key in this room.
"
"Hmm... there's nothing under the table." While Xiao Tan was talking, Xiao Ling had already squatted down and checked. There was nothing in the shadow of the bottom of the table, on the inside of the four table legs, or on the back of the tabletop.
call--
Just at this moment, there was a soft sound in the house.
Everyone looked around and saw... a man wearing a long purple suit appeared in the originally empty corner.
"Sorry, I'm late." Feng Bujue's eyes swept across the faces of the five people, and then he showed a relaxed smile, "Because of some trivial matters... I was delayed for a while." (To be continued...)
