Players haven’t encountered cyberpsychosis yet, nor do they feel it would affect them, thinking it’s just a background setting at most.
Even though witchers say taking too many potions can be deadly, it doesn’t stop the Bear School from treating potions like meals, does it?
Gloria suddenly felt her brain lagging behind, but the people didn’t seem to be lying.
Then she turned and fetched the medical reports prepared by other emergency personnel for the players.
All indicators were normal, even very healthy, without any inhibitors in their blood.
Looking at just one report, there wasn’t much to see; those emergency personnel didn’t check the players’ prosthetics, so nobody felt there was an issue at all.
But when Gloria laid all these reports before her, she couldn’t believe her eyes.
She immediately dragged Brother Dao into the operating room and connected a prosthetics-testing device to the back-of-neck interface.
"Open the software version of your prosthetics for me to inspect."
Brother Dao saw the inspection request in his view and instantly approved it.
Although Gloria had become an employee of the office, that didn’t mean she knew everything.
So far, she believed these people were Wanderers, just located in a more remote area.
But when she saw the data on the screen in front of her, her eyes widened.
[Software version: Horizon Corporation 0.4]
All prosthetics were controlled by a single software, meaning the original software had been wiped and overwritten, and the software system was new, with the earliest data date within a month.
But how is that possible, since each company produces different prosthetics, and even the hardware doesn’t necessarily match, yet the person backing Lin Miao managed to overwrite all versions and rewrite them.
Even if you said Bartmos had crawled out of the grave to do this, she would believe it.
This meant that the company she joined could completely pirate all other companies’ prosthetics, rebranding or assisting in deleting source codes to rebuild systems.
Countless mercenary thugs would swarm in.
Gloria decided she must keep this secret and tell Lin Miao about it too; it would be best to prevent the players from seeing those prosthetic doctors, as any oversight might cause trouble.
"Didn’t expect... if that’s the case, indeed, we can use the company’s prosthetics for replacement. When can you deliver them?"
Brother Dao: "Well, actually we haven’t set a time yet, and that’s not a small amount of money. I need to go out and discuss it with them."
Neither Brother Dao nor the shoddy warrior could afford this money; they’d already sold the prosthetics they’d replaced, with no inventory left.
So now they could only borrow from others, and they’d repay slowly if need be.
Just as the shoddy warrior said, even if they lost money, as long as they felt comfortable inside.
In the hospital, seven players, excluding Natural Curl—who had been diagnosed with prosthetics overuse and was still in a coma—were all gathered in one ward.
"Borrow money? No way, buddy, if you were borrowing to buy gear, I’d lend you immediately, but to save two NPCs, is it worth it?"
Shui Yue lay on the hospital bed; he’d over-accelerated before and crashed into the wall, making the airbag hit his head hard.
He staggered out of the car only to be stabbed a few times by the Tiger Claw gang; it was fortunate he wasn’t dead.
Dumb Luck Tutu was a bit more unlucky, being thrown out of the car and breaking his only flesh leg, he could only lie on the ground and shoot back, eventually being sent to the hospital by other players himself.
The shoddy warrior rolled his eyes, "Does it matter if it’s worth it? I’m willing, isn’t that enough?"
Shui Yue: "I worry your money won’t come back. You heard just now, those two NPCs don’t even have jobs and can’t repay."
The shoddy warrior turned his head away: "I’m not expecting them to repay."
Dumb Luck Tutu lying on the next bed: "No jobs, then just find them a job. Isn’t it just poverty alleviation? Not a big deal."
Shui Yue: "You have connections in this area?"
"No kidding, isn’t the BOSS our connection?"
Dumb Luck Tutu looked at him like he was an idiot.
"Are you dumb? The BOSS has such a big factory and a bar, and you think we’re going to work there? Of course, they need to hire people, and if we recommend them, it’ll be pretty simple."
"Makes sense." The other four’s eyes lit up; it seemed like a way.
"Don’t get too excited yet," Shui Yue splashed cold water again. "Let’s not even discuss whether those two women would agree; what’s the chance the BOSS would approve of this proposal? Can we just shove NPCs into the office at our will?"
"Do these two women have the qualifications? Do you even know the BOSS’s recruitment criteria for the factory and bar? We don’t even know why the Tiger Claw gang wanted to capture them. Be a little mindful before you plan jobs for them."
What Shui Yue said wasn’t unreasonable, but his tone was quite irksome.
"Hey, I actually know this one." Egyptian Beauty suddenly said, "Brother Ni and I once sneaked a peek at the computer on the third-floor desk in the Phoenix Club. Even though it was just a screenshot, the words were quite clear."
"The email above mentioned someone called Zai Xian, who specifically caught people for Zhengfa Chengtailang of the club to play with. I suspect it’s the same for these two women.
Even with just a fleeting glance, only a few lines, using ’sheep’ euphemistically, Egyptian Beauty could smell the blood on it.