Chapter 9 9 It is your unprofessionalism that necessitates a second test, never because of the

Chapter 9 9. It’s your unprofessionalism that requires a second test, never because I’m going to pass the mission! You guys believe me!

Cunning Murphy entered the game forums with a purpose, and he found that a very active spam thread had been added to the forum that had just opened not long ago.

However spamming was pointless if it wasn’t for experience, who in their right mind chats in a thread?
So he magnificently ignored the post with the high coolness that a vampire should have, and first carefully studied the various functions of this forum.

There is an “application area” in the background.

Here you can view test applications and allocate test slots.

Murphy just got five test invitation codes can be used here, he can also edit his own questionnaire about the “real other world” game test applications, but unfortunately no new test applications have been delivered.

But he could copy the questionnaire chain to veteran players, and then invite newcomers through them.

Uh, why does this process sound and feel similar to a pyramid scheme?

If he wasn’t in a real otherworld at the moment, he himself would have to wonder if he was getting ready to start some dangerous organization, and by the way, report another wave of himself to the nearest police marshal.

With such strange thoughts, he found another “feedback area”.

According to the rules of the forum, this was a place for the testers, or players, of Real World to give feedback to the game’s production team on problems that existed within the game.

It was commonly known as the “Suggestion Box”.

“But it’s a decorative feature, right?”

The vampire looked at this decent feedback and complaint area and couldn’t help but spit in his heart:

“Obviously the administrator system has explicitly said that even if there are complaints, it won’t solve any problems, after all, this real world is not a game at all, and I’m just a poor test administrator and not a god of creation, and even less capable of fixing the bugs for you guys in the void ah.

So this feature, in fact, is specifically to test my skills in fooling and dumping?

Hey, you’re really quite accurate in reading people.”

Murphy quickly found the in-forum group function, and a few minutes later, the small players who were still on the forum received an invitation to an in-forum group almost simultaneously.

Originally wanted to take off the helmet to go to eat a meal with the leader of the big pigeon clicked on the application scanning a glance, found that the invitee’s ID is called “Alpha”, but also labeled as the forum administrator immediately passed the invitation.

Entered the group swept a glance, found that now get the invitation code of the 10 players are here.

Alpha: [Yo, hello everyone, I’m a little newcomer to the game testing team of “True Otherworld”, from now on I’ll be responsible for interfacing with the testers and collecting everyone’s feedback on the game, and by the way, I’ll be in charge of the forums.

Speak freely, don’t be formal, have any feedback on the game can say or submit feedback post, I will feedback to the production team as soon as possible.

Lead Pigeon: [Good day administrator!

Pigeon treasure immediately rushed up to brush a face, others have followed.

The atmosphere immediately melted.

King Woo Meow: [Shit! You guys had a good time with the field test today, didn’t you? I was at work, it felt like I missed out on a million!

Come on, tell me, how does it feel to chop people up in this game?

Bionic snail will dream of electronic trees: [How does it feel to cut people I do not know, but I can tell you how it feels to be cut. It’s so stupid, the game experience is extremely poor! Poor evaluation!

Lead Big Pigeon: [Shut up, you rookie, the weakling who just went online and got his head blown off by an arrow still has the face to jump? You’re a loser, you’re a disgrace to our dormitory! It makes me, the head of the house, unable to raise my head in front of the NPCs.]

Bionic Snail Dreams of E-Trees: [Shit! You’re a bad son, you dare to talk to your dad like that, if you don’t, I won’t bring you any more food today! You’ll have to figure out tomorrow’s roll call on your own too, convex (f*cking petri dish f*ck)!

Lead Dove: [Noooo! Dad, I was wrong.]

Does a bionic snail dream of e-trees: [Hey, good son.]]

Invincible Tyrannosaurus Rex Car Car: [Hey, good son +1.]]

Arrival: [Hey, good son +10086.]

Dirt Truck Juhe: [@Woo Meow King you’re Lao Yang, right? I remember your game name is this, yesterday and Lao Lin drinking suddenly received two helmets, according to the guidelines on the forum this will still be blindfolded it.

You first give us both to tell us what this game is all about?

Woo Meow King: [Hey, middle-aged and elderly Internet syndrome, right? Don’t reveal my real name ah you dog! Call the ID or just call Brother Woo Meow, and chat privately about the rest!

Arrival: [@Alpha picks on you, right? Emmm, let’s see, I saw the three rookies who died turn into light after death, and the white-haired NPC next to them looked dumbfounded, which makes me think that our ‘exit method’ is a bit insufficient for role-playing that flavor.

The game is so realistic, it’s immersion breaking to have a flaw like that.

Strongly suggest that in the future, players should be able to leave their bodies intact after they’ve been ganked].

Bionic Snail Dreams of E-Trees: [Badger Bao, honestly what do you want to do with our corpses? Panic.jpg.

Lead Pigeon: [Bad joke, of course Badgerbauer is going to do something ‘horrible’, like draw a little turtle on your rookie faces or crouch up like crazy to taunt you or something]]

Alpha: [This. It’s true that we didn’t think about it before, I’ll submit a comment to the development team and see if they can modify it.

Also, there’s bad news.

The development team wasn’t particularly satisfied with the feedback on the results of that live base test that was just completed.

They felt that the test player’s response was not professional enough, resulting in a lot of combat data not being captured, so another live test will probably be re-run next.

This time, I hope that the people involved in the test behave more professionally, and at least don’t appear in the embarrassing situation of being shot in the head as soon as they go online…]

Do Bionic Snails Dream of E-Trees: [!!!! So you can see everything we do in the game? Administrator greatly, there is no need to be so publicly executed…]]

Alpha: [You don’t have to give up on yourself, in fact, I think your head catching crossbow arrows before that was pretty cool, doing this for so long, it’s the first time I’ve seen a catch so accurate it.

If you can, please don’t put your hand over your crotch when you die next time.

Lead Dove: [Laughing to death, officially recognized as a rookie, lifting the table and laughing maniacally.jpg]

Bionic Snail Dreams of E-Trees: [Shit, stop laughing! That was just a mistake, can you give me another chance? Administrator Great, I’ll do well this time! I won’t lose face!

Kono Cat Cat Shark Ta: [Yeah, give me a chance, I want to be a good guy too sir!

The most important thing to remember is that you can’t be a good person, and you can’t be a good person if you don’t want to be.

Alpha: [@Bionic snail will dream of the electronic tree? No Oh, this game focuses on hardcore + real hardcore style mmorpg, death penalty is also a very important part of the experience.

We don’t want to mold a game mode where we can use the player’s life as a consumable to reach nearly every challenge.

The development team is using this as a way to convey to the playerbase their idea that you are in a real otherworldly world, and that you should value your lives as much as real otherworldly people do.

Of course, some improvements may be introduced at a later stage, but the game mode should certainly be strictly adhered to during the beta phase.

Also I can’t make a decision about expanding the scale of the test, but the production team has decided to adopt the invitation system before the test started as a way to avoid the deterioration of the game test environment.

But don’t worry, I’ve already requested a number of free invitation codes from the production team.

If you have friends who want to play, ask them to fill out the beta application, but I can’t guarantee that it’ll go through.

A link to the application is attached below.]

Badgeron: [Yeah! Long live the Lord Administrator! I’ll send a message to some good buddies right now!

Leader Pigeon: [Yuck, Badger, you ass-kisser, get us a tall gym student this time, we’ll rely on him for the fights].

Badger: “I’ll do it, don’t worry, watch out.

Alpha: [It’s about time for me to get off work. This is the end of this chat, the next test time will be posted in this group 10-30 minutes in advance.

After a while, we’ll open the player’s freedom to log in to the game at our discretion, because the dedicated test server has just been built, so I hope you’ll overcome the difficulties before the stress test is done.

Any suggestions can be made in the feedback section of the forum.

Lastly, thank you for choosing Real World, and I wish you all the best in your gaming career! Lead Dove: [Greetings to the Administrator!

Here’s another series of repeaters.

Murphy, for his part, was obscenely stealthy in peering at the screen, but did not continue to participate in the small players’ subsequent discussion of the current plot, and only after confirming that they had no further questions did the vampire exit the forum.

He rubbed his chin in the broken house in the village of Moorland, the question that Pigeonbottom had just posed seemed off the wall but was actually quite valuable.

In his own opinion there was nothing wrong with the players disappearing as points of light after death, but in the eyes of the other otherworldly people this scene was destined to be bizarre, it didn’t matter if there were few players now, if the number of players reached thousands or tens of thousands in the later stages, Murphy wouldn’t be able to explain it even if he told the Summoner’s identity as a flower.

After all, what kind of summoner are you, ah, to be able to summon thousands and thousands of otherworldly people at once? Are you a summoner or not? Or an otherworldly bandwagon party?

Do you want to see what kind of vampire nonsense you’re really talking about!
But, what about this problem of corpses?
“Uh.”

Just as Murphy was seriously thinking about it, a moan of pain rang out from beside him snapping him out of it.

The vampire swept around the corner and was instantly amused to see the unlucky girl who was tied up tightly with ropes by Maxim.

Oops, got so carried away talking to the little players that I forgot about her.

Luckily, he found it early, otherwise this unlucky girl who had just escaped the poisonous hands of the witch hunters would have been suffocated to death.

What a sin, although I am also unlucky, but when I see this real NPC in front of me is even more unlucky than myself, the pressure in my heart will be gone all of a sudden.

“I’ll untie you, don’t bite me.”

Murphy squatted down and spoke to the frail unlucky girl who was staring at him angrily.

The latter glared at him fiercely but the fear in her eyes couldn’t be hidden at all, and after she nodded, the vampire helped her untie the rope that gagged her mouth.

The strangulation was so hard it even bruised the pale cheeks, resulting in a scene that reeked of 18 banned.

The girl had short fiery red hair, which she had taken care of herself, her face was pretty and full of youthful vigor, and from her delicate skin she could tell that she wasn’t a peasant woman from the village. Its dress was not rich enough to be expensive but it had a sort of civilized look to it, and there was a unique pendant around her neck, below which was a small brass iron piece in the style of a gear.

Murphy held the thing in front of his eyes and saw the inscription on the small iron piece:
Chardonnay Artisan University 1109 Administrative Department Class 4 – Enrolled in the fall of Era 1109.

“Yo, it’s still a third year university student, high-end talent, no wonder it makes the rude witch hunters unable to hold on.”

The unlucky vampire checked the time in his head and grinned placing the small piece of iron back at the girl’s collar, he looked at the scared, angry and sad chick in front of him and said:
“This doesn’t seem like the right place for you to be?”

“This is my home! You asshole vampire!”

The girl screamed:
“You’re the ones who destroyed my home, my father, my homies . Oooh, it’s all gone, we didn’t mess with anyone! It’s all your fault!”

“First of all, it was the witch hunters who burned down your village and killed everyone here, I wasn’t here when they did their bad deeds.”

Murphy shook his head:
“The village of Moorland and even the area around Cadman City is the traditional territory of the Blood Wyvern Clan, and we’ve been living here since the Second Black Plague in Era 720.

It’s also our home, so who would mess around in their own home?
Believe it or not, there is still the position of ‘Protector of the People’ in the Blood Vulture Clan, so please take your hatred and anger out to the right place.

Secondly, I don’t have that much time to comfort you, girl.

You heard it before.

Dangerous witch hunters are after me, and they won’t spare you for killing their companion, so like it or not, you’re going to have to listen to me next if you want to live.

Now tell me, what is your name?”

Facing Murphy’s inquiry, the girl showed some resistance, but after a few seconds of hesitation, she obediently lowered her head and sighed as she said:

“Miriam.”

“Hmm? No last name?”

Murphy raised an eyebrow, surprised:

“An inspirational girl who can go to college thousands of miles away on the Genoa Peninsula doesn’t even have a last name, does she?”

“I’m the illegitimate daughter of the village chief.”

Miriam whispered with some embarrassment:
“This time I came back to be engaged to the son of a rich merchant in the city of Cadman under his arrangement, and I was able to go to university all because of the legacy my mother left me before she died.

But my father’s been a little strapped for cash lately.”

“Oh, I see.”

Murphy’s eyes became subtle as he said:

“So you were faking all that anger back there, right? You don’t have much affection for this place at all, well, you don’t have to explain any of this, I’m not interested in family ethical dramas.

I already know you’re a smart guy, and I need smart guys right now.”

He got up and drew his Desire Ethnic Peyote, a flick of his wrist cut a swift arc through muscle memory slicing the ropes from Miriam’s body, and pointing outside, he said:
“Go find weapons and armor from those bodies to protect yourself, and pack up enough weaponry for ten more, I need to think about what we should do next.”

Without a word Miriam walked towards the door with her head down.

Her legs were shaking a little and her fists were clenched, and just as she approached the door to the room Murphy behind her suddenly said quietly:

“Your heart is beating so fast, are you planning something dangerous? Miriam, as a native of Transylvania, you do realize that a vampire such as myself can track life up to three kilometers away by scent, don’t you?
Need I explain to you again how the psychic mark that forms on the killer when a witch hunter dies works?
I’ve heard that it lasts for a minimum of seven days, and that all witch hunters who pass the hunting trials see the mark and do their best to avenge their fellow hunters.

That’s their tradition!
The number of ‘vampire worshippers’ who have died at the hands of witch hunters since the start of the Ten Years’ War to the present day is astronomical, and unfortunately by any measure you have belonged to this group.

So can you really understand the situation you’re in?”

“I I can!”

Miriam shouted as she clenched her fists and turned her back to Murphy.

She strides out of the dingy house but instead of trying to run out on two legs again, she honestly begins to gather what Murphy needs.

Inside the house, Murphy’s hand also moved away from the hilt of the caged hand sword at his waist.

He would not be fooled by Miriam’s delicate disguise!

A young woman who could shade a spermatic witch hunter to death by her beauty and sneak attack in a one-on-one situation could never be good, and this guy was also a third year student of Chardonnay Artisan University.

That was one of the continent’s three universities!

Who knows what kind of thoughts and self-preservation techniques those cunning and mysterious halflings would instill in their students?

Maybe there was something more to the witch hunter’s death, but right now he wanted Miriam’s help, so it wasn’t a good time to get to the bottom of it.

Murphy glanced out the window at the dawn, the annoying sunlight surfacing once again signaled that the vampire in him was going into hibernation.

Staying up all night last night had left him a little tired, the weakness stemming from the witch hunter’s poisoned blood had left him groggy, but the excitement of the battle and the initial hunt seemed to have awakened some of the darker qualities of being a vampire in Murphy, and he found himself showing more indifference than he had ever thought possible when it came to the subject of death.

Especially the death of others.

He didn’t know if this was normal, but the witch hunters who could come over and fuck him at any time were the biggest problem on the horizon, and Murphy felt like he should have prepared for them earlier.

And most importantly he would reconfirm his next goal:

Before completing this awful journey back to Cadman City to meet Tris, he must complete his newbie orientation quest and turn on all the functions he could so that the potential of the young players could be maximized.

Only if they got better and better could he and Tris stay away from the dangers that were always visible.

The young vampire squinted his eyes as he looked out at the sunlight, and for a moment, Murphy actually looked forward a little to the hunt that the witch hunters might initiate.

Gradually realizing the true beauty of the test administrator system, he had nothing to be afraid of anymore, and now he only wished that the storms of life would come a little more violently, watering his little leeks so that they would thrive.

Although the upgrade function has not been unlocked yet, but without fighting monsters, where is the experience to upgrade ah?

(End of chapter)