Chapter 13 The Role Players

The five players who entered the script with Feng Bujue had no idea that the setting was inside Zhuanjiezun's brain, nor did they have the special treatment that Brother Jue enjoyed.

To them, it was just a very ordinary loading process.

After the opening CG, everyone arrived in a dilapidated wooden cabin.

After regaining their sight, they saw a not-so-large room. In the center of the room was a four-legged wooden table with a glowing oil lamp on it. Apart from the table and the lamp, there was no other furniture in the room.

[Main Quest Triggered]

[Find "My" Remains.]

As soon as everyone stood still, a system prompt sounded in their ears. At first glance... this main quest was quite conventional and followed the rules, and the system did not give any restrictions.

"Huh? Where's Brother Jue?" Xiao Tan was the first to notice that someone was missing from the team after regaining his ability to move.

"Judging from the team list, he is still 'alive'..." Ruoyu immediately replied, "Perhaps his teleport location is different from ours."

"Ah! Feng Bujue!" At this time, among the other two unfamiliar players, the slightly fatter one also saw Brother Jue's ID in the team list. He immediately exclaimed loudly, "Hey, hey... this wouldn't be that~ Feng Bujue, would it?"

The skinny guy next to him replied, "Is there any other Feng Bujue? Isn't it that~ Feng Bujue!"

These two players were both male, looked to be around twenty years old, and about 1.7 meters tall. Their characteristic was one being fat and the other skinny.

The fat one had a crew cut, his eyes were bright, and his rectangular eyebrows looked like seaweed. His ID was "Mingzhentan Buou (Detective Buu)," and his title was "Renrou Fenghuolun (Human-Powered Wind-Fire Wheels)."

The skinny one had long hair and looked malnourished, as if he would fall to the ground with a gust of wind. His ID was "Laojunyi Oubu (Old Army Doctor Oob)," and his title was "Renxing Bujizhan (Human-Shaped Supply Station)."

From the names of the two, it could be seen that they were definitely casual players. And before playing the game, they had already thought about their specialization.

If the few from Hell's Frontline represented the highest level of casual players, then Buou and Oob should be considered second-tier. Of course... this was not bad. Players at this level, although unable to do some miraculous things like "top" experts, would not make low-level mistakes; their understanding of equipment, skills, specializations, and scripts... was very mature. As long as there was an excellent leader, this type of second-tier player could also bring great help to the team.

To use an analogy... this part of the players was equivalent to "role players" in the NBA. It was not difficult for a team to play cool, just have one or two star players; but to win a championship, they needed these role players. They were the cornerstone of the team and represented "bench depth."

"Wow! You guys... you're all from 'Hell's Frontline'!" A few seconds later, Buou looked up at the badges on the clothes of the three people in front of him and exclaimed again.

"Yeah..." Xiao Ling replied with squinted eyes, "But... our club isn't very famous, why are you so excited?"

"Because you and 'Mad God' are in the same club..." Oob's weak voice sounded, "Isn't that a very amazing thing?"

"Very... amazing?" Even Xiao Ling was stunned when he heard what the other party said.

"I see..." Ruoyu observed the situation and quickly made a deduction, "You are fans of Bujue in the game..."

She deliberately added the prerequisite "in the game," mainly to distinguish herself (a fan in real life) from them.

"That's right!" Buou stared with his round eyes and said, "We are determined to become unique and super-first-class experts like Mad God!"

"I agree with the unique part." Ruoyu replied coldly. Her implication was... the word "super-first-class" was a waste to use on Brother Jue.

Afterwards, the five of them chatted casually for a few minutes and got to know each other.

Buou and Oob were both peripheral members of "Tian Di (Heaven and Earth)" (the studio where Yu Zhong Jichang (Speaking Earnestly and Calculatingly) was located) (similar in nature to Jianghu's Cai Bupa (Don't Be Afraid)), although they were not professional players who punched in and out of work, they were also the backbone of the club.

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Here's a little explanation... In the world of this book, regardless of size, 95% of game studios recruit peripheral members—that is, "non-professional players recruited in the game." Even Atobe's "Hyotei" club recruited online members like Hei Bai Hui (Black White Gray), so... this is basically common knowledge in the industry.

Because in large-scale online games, "numbers" are also a symbol of strength, a factor that cannot be ignored by any club, guild, gang, or country. The elite thinking of the Straw Hat Pirates is unworkable in most games.

For a simple example, in a certain game, a Boss spawned in the wild. At this time, Guild A came with one hundred people, and Guild B came with two hundred people. Who do you think will grab it? It's obvious... Even if Guild B divides one hundred people to PK with Guild A to delay time, there are still one hundred people left to farm the Boss...

Most games that allow forced PK are like this, there is no reason to talk about. Whoever is stronger has the right to speak. What "first come, first served," "martial world rules," "give me some face," etc... are all negotiation terms used when the strengths are equal; in the case of a large disparity in strength, there is another set of negotiation terms, such as "X your mother!", "Get out of here!" and "Are you tired of living?"

In short... numbers are important. More people, more power. Even studios like "Order" with a bunch of professional high-level players would not dare to say "I don't need peripheral members." In fact, they not only need them, but they need a lot... Except for those small-team personal combat games similar to e-sports, Order would offer considerable generous conditions in every online game to attract those peripheral members with certain strength. Not only them... Jianghu, Xingchen (Star), Zhushen (Gods), Shidao (Corpse Knife), etc... all kinds of studios of different sizes and styles, do the same.

Only Daofeng (Blade Peak), a "studio" with unspeakable secrets, would not accept any outsiders.

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Several minutes later, Xiao Tan's expression suddenly changed slightly, and he said, "Did you guys smell something?"

As a surgeon, Xiao Tan's sense of smell was still very sensitive, especially when he smelled certain chemical agents...

"Now that you mention it, it seems like there is a kind of..." After hearing this, Buou frowned and sniffed while saying, "...weird, pungent..."

"Formalin." Xiao Tan said the answer directly and walked towards a corner of the wooden house, "It seems to be coming from behind this door."

At this moment, the room they were in was about thirty square meters; the roof was arched in a triangle, supported by two intersecting main beams and several supporting pillars; the floor under their feet was old and dirty, but not rotten enough to emit an odor; the surrounding four walls were wooden walls made of horizontal logs, and there were no windows on the walls, but there was a door on each of the two adjacent walls.

"Uh... can't open it." Xiao Tan walked to the door, grabbed the doorknob and turned it, and heard a prompt in his ear that [This door is locked]. He paused for a moment, "Um... I'm sure the smell is coming from behind this door."

"This door is also..." At this time, Oob, who was closer to the other door, also tried his door and heard the same prompt.

"Strange..." Xiao Tan pondered, "Both of the only exits in the room are locked..." He thought for a moment, "In that case... there should be at least one key in this room."

"Um... it's not under the table." While Xiao Tan was speaking, Xiao Ling had already squatted down to check. There was nothing in the shadows under the table, on the inside of the four table legs, or on the back of the table top.

Whoosh—

At this moment, a light sound rang in the room.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw... a man in a purple suit appeared in a corner that was originally empty.

"Sorry, I'm late." Feng Bujue's eyes swept across the faces of the five people, and then he showed a relaxed smile, "Because of some trivial matters... I was slightly delayed."