My Player 2

Chapter 10 Act individually
"There is still half a year before the world is destroyed. If we, a bunch of toilet cleaners, come here early, don't we have a chance to save the world?"

"What is Iron Wall City?"

"No wonder it's called "Glory Expedition" even though it's a nostalgic server. It turns out there's real glory to fight for. I'm fed up with the hell filter of "Desperate Expedition"."

"I can't wait any longer! How many spots will be available for the next round of closed beta testing? Any news?"

"The world is about to end, and it's no use putting only ten players in there!"

"Fast forward to Brother Shenxu giving an order, and millions of war gods descending from the sky."

The novice tutorial in the warehouse lasted for more than an hour, but with the acceleration effect of the helmet's triple brain area, only 20 minutes of real time on Blue Star passed.

Even so, the incredibly popularity of "Glory Expedition" has attracted more than 200 million viewers to Qian Peng's live broadcast room.

If he didn't have the habit of thanking everyone for their tips and gifts before the end of the live broadcast, he would have probably been so tired of thanking everyone.

With so many viewers, it is impossible that all of them are old players of "Expedition".

Qian Peng, who considers himself to be more serious and strategy-oriented, decided to introduce the following to new viewers after a little thought:
"Let me introduce it to you first."

"Iron Wall City is the job transfer location for the third job, Blasphemous Scroll User."

"Of course, there are other professions that need to be advanced here, but I don't know much about them."

"This city belongs to the Thirteen Cities Alliance. It is the second major update map of Desperate Expedition Online. The main monsters are level 50-60 ghosts and crazy machines in the underground hidden area."

“After completing the mission at the subway station and appeasing the desperate souls, players can touch the [Warm Memories] left by the souls to reach the Iron Wall City in the souls’ memories and complete the advanced job transfer mission in the memories.”

As he spoke, Qian Peng took a deep breath and said with emotion:

"The old version of the city has been completely destroyed, and most of the job transfer tasks can only be carried out from the memories of the dead."

"After all, most of the NPCs in this game are dead. Even if a few survivors emerge in the new map, more than half of them will die before the end of the version."

"But the Iron Wall City is still there, and the previous job transfer guide is still there, damn—"

Qian Peng suddenly said something rudely when he was halfway through his words. He seemed to have thought of something and asked the old player in the live broadcast room:
"You say, since this game is played in the 'real world', then wouldn't it be possible to save NPCs who were originally doomed to die?"

"For example, my wife - ice cream?"

After hearing Qian Peng's speculation, the already very dense barrage of comments in the live broadcast room was instantly covered by the word "wife" on the screen.

"Your wife? My wife!"

"Who is Ice Cream?"

"The cover character of the level 90 version, the saint of the Salvation Army trapped in history, my beloved wife, white silk is sweeter than ice cream."

"It is in accordance with the etiquette of porridge."

"Xue Gao is the character that I feel the most sorry for. She didn't have to die."

"When I get the chance to play, I will find the ice cream and pounce on it and inhale it like a storm."

“The rain won’t stay down forever, but the head can.”

Qian Peng was also very excited. He paced back and forth and said:
"Wait, guys, calm down first!"

"I need to find something to test it on first, to see if this is truly the 'real world'. If the changes made to the world don't get remade after a week, it means that saving the ice cream is feasible."

"Then, the next challenge is the [Master-level Curse-Removing Potion]. The recipe and material location of the potion are all available online. The problem is that you need a master-level pharmacist."

"It's definitely too late to practice on my own. I have to find the corresponding NPC."

"Finally, I won't use my [Ember] for now. No matter how well I plan, I can only kill a few low-level bosses. I can use it as a backup when I save Xue Gao."

He was so excitedly planning a plan to save Ice Cream that he completely forgot that "Ice Cream" was a level 90 version of the Boss.

…………

"Recruit wasteland guides. You can get 50 contribution points by passing the inspection. Subsequent rewards depend on your contribution... How about this?"

Iron Wall City, outer city wall, exploration guild.

The middle-aged Asian dragon bowed slightly, looked at the flyer in the dwarf's hand, and nodded.

"Medium, there should be a chance to leave the city, but what's the use of contribution points?"

"Something to exchange for identity." The dwarf spread his hands, obviously not interested in the reward.

This combination of a dragon and a dwarf attracted the attention of many people nearby.

The Yalong man was wearing a long sword and looked like a seasoned swordsman.

The dwarf also looked confident.

They looked very capable, but there was no energy fluctuation from these two people, which meant that they were not even bronze-level transcendents.

Judging from the Yalong man's well-maintained shiny beard, he was most likely a pampered dragon master.

Coserplay has come to the border?

But what both of them were wearing were cheap clothes that cost less than 10 yuan, and they didn't look like rich people.

The two walked into the Exploration Guild building, handed the flyer to the front desk, and stated their purpose.

"You want to be guides?"

The half-orc female receptionist put down her nail clippers, looked at the "Drawing a sword, not Iai" for a second longer, and then said:
"Come with me."

She did not do any registration, and brought the two to the office at the back, and said to the scarred man inside:
"Fagan, these two people from out of town want to be guides, please review them."

After saying that, she left the two of them and walked back to the counter without looking back.

The human male named Fagan put away his phone, lowered his legs from the table, glanced at the two reluctantly, then pulled out a questionnaire and asked in a frivolous tone:
"Are you from out of town?"

"Ah."

"Do you have any faith?"

"No."

"Can you read?"

“…can read and write.”

"Which area are you familiar with?"

"The entire Broken Sword Valley is very familiar."

"Heh." Fagan sneered, tapped the map hanging on the wall behind him, and asked, "Do you know what's here?"

"I don't want to pay the penalty." After just one glance, he blurted out: "Profane Mask, Deep Boulder, Mottled Spider, God's Evil Scout at night, Dwarf Mushrooms and Glowing Moss in the nearby woods."

Hearing this, Feigen sat up straight, looked back at the map for a while, selected another location and said, "Here?"

"Netherworld fire, flying poisonous mosquito swarms, jumping wolf packs, some plots of land have hidden heat traps, and occasionally rare resentful fire spirits will spawn." "I don't want to pay the penalty," he immediately followed.

"Another student here to seek gold." Fagan spread his hands, leaned back in his chair, with an expression of "what can I do?"

He put away the form and said to the two of them:
"Let me make it clear first. Ever since that thing in the sky disappeared ten days ago, the wasteland outside the city has never been peaceful."

"All the exploration teams went crazy. Half of them never came back."

"If you want the divine fragments, I can arrange a private placement team for you. If you don't have contribution points, you can negotiate the compensation yourself."

"If you want to go through the formal channels, then go out and register, then go home and suckle your mother's milk. Wait for the review to pass in half a year, then come back with the report."

The Asian dragon and the dwarf looked at each other, coughed lightly, and said in the vicissitudes of life voice unique to the ancient dragons: "Can you tell me what the fragment of divinity you are talking about is?"

"Even the big shots in the Book Group don't know, how should I know?" said Fagan.

This answer is normal, "It's drawing the sword, not Iai". I had to open QQ and send the information I just got to the group to see what others have learned.

"It could be a fragment of Apophis." Fagan suddenly said, "It was circulated on the Internet. It said that the evil god who had been lying on the barrier for a thousand years died ten days ago."

He was stared at coldly by the Yalong man's date-pit-like pupils for a long time. Even though he knew that the other party was not a transcendent, he was still a little scared.

"It's drawing the sword, not Iai," he hummed. He had already made up his mind when he was pinching his face that he wanted to be a mysterious dragon swordsman.

So when communicating with NPCs, I speak fluent Mandarin.

"Well, don't worry about the risk. Arrange a private equity team for me to leave the city soon."

(End of this chapter)