Delta: Starting with a pack of bags, the dog breaks through the defense.

Tiger Platform Live Streaming Room.

Yang Qijia stared at the glaring words "Evacuation Failed" on the screen, slumped into his chair, and let out a long sigh.

"Brothers, I really can't take it anymore."

"I spent over an hour carrying cement in Puba, finally saved up enough money to buy equipment for the aerospace industry, and I was out in less than three minutes."

"This is the third time I've done this."

"The third time! Working in Puba, dying in space, working in Puba, dying in space, am I stuck in this cycle?"

He got angrier and angrier as he spoke, and his voice even had a hint of madness in it.

"The old space race was tough, but at least we could put up a fight. What the hell is this space race now? Two members were taken out at the start, we were locked out in the core area, and when we pulled the switch, we were ambushed. I died before I even saw anyone."

Is this game still playable?

The live stream chat was already flooded with comments.

Hahaha, Lao Yang, you're really pitiful.

[A migrant worker from Puba, a space philanthropist]

Old Yang, stop talking, I'm going to die laughing.

Your skills are so bad, even a dog could outlive you in that situation.

[Exactly, Yang Ge's skills are probably only at the bottom of the streamer circle.]

[If two players are drawn at the start, isn't that just because you're bad?]

If I were in their shoes, I would have wiped them out long ago.

If you're bad at the game, practice more; don't blame it on the game.

Yang Qijia looked at the comments and laughed in anger.

"Seriously?"

"Even if my skills are terrible, I'm still above average in the streaming world, if not top-tier, right?"

"Do you guys genuinely not know the current intensity of spaceflight, or are you deliberately making fun of me?"

He paused, then added.

"Besides, you guys say I'm bad, why don't you go play a game yourselves and see?"

"I bet you won't live more than three minutes."

The live chat exploded again.

I'd definitely outlive you if I went up there.

[Old Yang, stop being stubborn, you're just bad at it.]

Practice makes perfect, don't make excuses.

[Anyway, if you die, it's because there are too many traitors; if someone else dies, it's because they're weak. You've really mastered the art of double standards.]

Let's be straightforward and just call him a protector.

The failure to save the situation is described as...

My suggestion is, next time you play, just call for escorts right at the start, so you can finish your shift early and have an easier time.

【No, Old Yang called for an escort, so what are we supposed to watch?】

Yes, what are we looking at?

Yang Qijia looked at the comments and shook his head helplessly.

He knew that his viewers were just having fun and were deliberately impersonating him, but he couldn't refute it.

After all, he did die three times; his record speaks for itself.

He sighed and looked down at his warehouse interface.

The warehouse was almost empty, and the few remaining supplies had been sold off, leaving only enough to buy one more set of equipment to barely meet the combat readiness requirements.

"Forget it, forget it, let's not fight anymore."

"If we keep playing, I'm afraid I'll really break down mentally."

"Let's see what others are playing."

As he spoke, he opened the live stream list on the Menghu platform and casually browsed through several streamers under his guild.

After watching for a while, he felt it wasn't very interesting and muttered something to himself.

"Sigh, I wonder what Old Fatty Fish is up to today."

The moment he said that, the live chat exploded.

[Old Feiyu? He's playing three-player ranked with Emperor Omo today!]

[Yes! Old Feiyu, Show Crow, and Emperor Omo, the trio are in the aerospace industry!]

[I just came from his livestream, they've already entered the game!]

[Old Yang, you'd better go see this! It's absolutely amazing!]

[A fight has already broken out over there!]

【At worst, you can join Lao Feiyu's group; that would be more entertaining than if you did it alone】

My suggestion is that it's not as popular as teaming up with Emperor Omo before.

[Does anyone know why Lao Yang and Lao Feiyu look so alike?]

The one who looks like Lao Feiyu is Yang Qijia, and the one who looks like Yang Qijia is Lao Feiyu.

【666】

Yang Qijia stared at the barrage of comments, completely stunned.

"Old Fat Fish and Emperor Omo playing in a three-person squad?"

"Really?"

He subconsciously sat up straight, then quickly opened Bilibili and found Lao Feiyu's live stream.

The moment you click in, the screen shows three people passing through a two-person pipe.

When Yang Qijia saw that scene, he burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, what are they doing? How did they get beaten so badly?"

"Weren't you supposed to be launching a fierce three-man attack with Emperor Omo? Why does it look like you're running away?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Old Feiyu control Uluru to jump, and the viewpoint shifted backward for a moment.

Then, Yang Qijia's smile froze.

In the scene, Emperor Omo's silver wings are at the very back of the procession, with dense bursts of blood mist constantly erupting from his body.

Bullets splattered all over him, and the blood mist almost filled the entire screen.

But he himself continued walking at a leisurely pace.

Yang Qijia's mouth slowly opened.

"No...this..."

"Emperor Omo is being drained like this, and he's still walking slowly?"

"Won't he get whipped to death?"

He stared at the screen for several seconds, confirming that Silverwing hadn't lost a single drop of blood, and he was completely dumbfounded.

"You're just bragging..."

"Not losing any health?!"

The live stream chat exploded.

[Holy crap?!]

[Emperor Omo is being targeted by multiple attackers and is still slowly walking away?!]

[Not losing health at all?!]

What did I just see... three guild dogs were attacking him simultaneously, and he didn't react at all.

Is this really Emperor Omo...? This is outrageous!

Old Yang's expression was exactly the same as mine.

[Hilarious! Old Yang was just saying how difficult space exploration is, and then he turned around and saw Emperor Omo strolling through a hail of bullets.]

This is the difference! (doge)

This is called an old man teasing a naughty child (humorous)

Yang Qijia looked at the comments on the screen, then glanced at Silverwing, who was still walking slowly in the picture, and couldn't help but shake his head.

"Fine... I'm truly convinced."

"I was just saying this game was unplayable, and then I turned around and saw Emperor Omo strolling through a hail of bullets."

"The contrast is too stark."

"Emperor Omo! Look at the mess you've made of space exploration!"

He leaned back in his chair, but his gaze never left Lao Feiyu's live stream.

In the scene, the three people have passed through the two pipes and entered the dark room.

The gunfire from the three guild dogs gradually stopped, as if they had given up firing.

Looking at the still unharmed Silverwing, Yang Qijia couldn't help but sigh.

"Damn it, no wonder he was able to punish that traitor."

"Who could possibly break him?"

"My advice is to stop playing Omo Emperor for now; this technology is too powerful..."

He paused, then added.

"Unless you take me along first, hehe!"