Dwarves?! Whoever's close gets hit!

In a real war, commanders were priority protection targets.

Otherwise, if they were killed by the enemy, it would deal a severe blow to their side's morale.

But in the Virtual World, things were naturally very different.

As long as information and communications remained smooth, commanders could lead from the front and charge alongside the suicide squad.

At worst, they could just wait to respawn after dying!

Still, while the pre-battle mobilization speeches were stirring and impassioned, the actual boarding experience was rather unpleasant.

No matter which ship it was, they were all far too crowded!

Before boarding, they had been fearless warriors resisting alien invasion and fighting to reclaim space for hundreds of millions of virtual residents. After boarding, they became sardines packed into a can, crammed inside the Ship Cabin and unable to move.

Once launch began, no one even knew whether they would make it into space alive.

Deep Space Chord's description had clearly stated: passengers needed to purchase Accidental Injury Insurance.

But there were no insurance companies in Sprawling Metropolis. There was nowhere to buy it even if they wanted to, so if they died halfway there, they could only count themselves unlucky.

Amid the complaints, rows of assault troopers donned their Battle Armor and boarded the ships in formation.

Hua Zhou and the other casual players returned to Sprawling Metropolis, found good spots again, pulled out sunflower seeds, and eagerly watched those iron cans squeeze into the spacecraft like commuters cramming onto the subway during rush hour.

Earlier, she had thought it was a bit of a pity that she could not become one of the first players to go into space.

But now, seeing how miserably those big shots were packed together, she no longer found it regrettable.

There was only one regret left: