No way, Lin Miao must have thought about this kind of thing. Regardless of whether players are male or female, whenever the thought of prohibition flashes in their minds and they attempt forbidden acts, the program will naturally step in to handle them, although not for things like using the toilet or taking a bath.
After a few seconds, Silver Natural Curl finally got up from the ground and complained,
"What kind of joke is this! I can’t even examine my own little Silver, which is the symbol of a man’s courage! Give it back to me, damn it!"
Only then did he start to take a look at the players who logged into the game together with him—eight men and one woman.
And that one woman was just a little twerp less than 1.4 meters tall, looking no older than twelve or thirteen years old.
"What the heck, being a flat board is one thing, but wrapping the chest? Is this really how humanity’s holy ground is being mocked... Clearly, this should be the part in the anime where benefits are dished out. The game planners really don’t understand people’s hearts at all..."
The only female player, Pandora, obviously felt the offensive words and gaze from that guy.
"Uh... what’s up." Silver Natural Curl watched Pandora walk towards him. Facing this little one who wasn’t even as high as his chest, he showed slight confusion, "Let me be clear, uncle isn’t into your kind of flat figure..."
Pandora bent her leg and jumped, her body shot out like a missile, her head slamming hard into the guy’s abdomen, directly knocking Silver Natural Curl to his knees, almost making him vomit with pain.
What are these players doing... Among the five newcomers, three were acting nutty, and four old players were focusing on the newly installed cyber eyes and connectors. Only [Brother Dao] and [The Soul Bound by the Red Barrel] were dressing obediently.
Lin Miao felt that if he didn’t come in, they might self-destruct in this basement soon. Could this group really live up to his expectations?
Damn it, and I’ve checked their backgrounds already, how could they be so unreliable once they entered the game.
The basement door was pushed open, the door of the firm had been changed from a sliding door to a mechanical one after it was set up, but could still be manually opened. Lin Miao cleared his throat once, and the chaos here finally settled down.
Then, there was another game opening CGI, comrades, changing the world, in short, drowning them first with a bowl of chicken soup. Anyway, Lin Miao reckoned once he finished speaking, these players would forget immediately afterward.
Lin Miao felt that after the background story was finished being written on the official website, he could save even this routine.
And it was only after the new players put their clothes on that Lin Miao realized he’d made another mistake because the specific parameters for transformations in the pods were randomly generated.
Pandora’s figure was simply too... tiny.
Even the smallest size clothes Lin Miao bought appeared baggy on her. Her hands couldn’t even extend out of the sleeves, the shirt’s hem dragged down to her knees, and the pant legs trailed on the ground like mops.
Cute as she was, wearing these clothes clearly wasn’t going to help with work.
Feeling a bit headachey, Lin Miao said, "Brother Ni, go use the workbench to trim her clothes a bit. Just simply cut the sleeves and pant legs."
Brother Ni was rather excited when addressed, "Is this a task? Is there a reward?"
These players really are pragmatic.
Lin Miao merely pointed at Pandora, and once Brother Ni saw her—the classic black-haired, big-eyed, expressionless little girl in oversized clothes—it was a knockout.
Brother Ni stumbled out, immediately shouted,
"I’m going right away, nobody try to snatch this from me!"
He said that, quickly selected a few pieces of clothing from the box, and bolted out the door.
He worked on cosplay props; cosplay costumes sometimes were within his scope too.
Geez... these game nerds are really easy to fool.
Lin Miao was truly despairing at a world that judged by appearances.
"Everyone else, come out with me."
Standing silently at the side, Brother Dao nudged the nearby giant while going upstairs,
"Hey buddy, did you guys install those prosthetics yesterday after logging off? Let me take a look."
"Eh, it’s nothing impressive really, I just swapped out a pair of eyes and a connector." Despite saying that, the giant’s voice was as smug as ever.
He pointed at his eyes, showing off a trick to Brother Dao where the pupils rotated counterclockwise.
"The vision can even be magnified two times, though the image gets a bit blurry when enlarged."
Then he showed the chip slot at the back of his neck to the other party.
Brother Dao even reached out to touch that metallic interface, shock filled his heart, beyond words.
"Damn, what about the prosthetic limbs? I’ve heard you guys talking about those too."
"You’ll know once outside anyway, let me tell you, yesterday I looked suave as hell, took the biggest risk acting as bait..."
The giant bragged all the way up the stairs, leaving the new players dumbfounded. Only the other two knew how scheming this guy can be; they just didn’t expose him.
The original plan was for him to draw attention and Wildman to act first, but unexpectedly this guy was carrying quicklime and even managed to castrate the wild monster, even just watching made Potato and the others wince.
The environment inside the firm was decent, looking no different from those company lobbies, except for the neatly arranged guns in the gun locker catching the eyes of the new players, since men love cars, guns, and ’balls’—hardly anyone can resist—plus the storeroom behind the counter, the open door revealing numerous prosthetics hanging inside.