Qian Donglai moved his mouse and opened the chat group.
The players who had just died in battle were constantly spamming the group, drawing in group members who had yet to enter the game.
Most Ballsy Bro of Warhammer: "This Warhammer Online is seriously badass. It crushes every game on the market."
Nurgle-Kissing Fatty: "More than crushes them. It's not even from the same era."
Blue Two-Headed Bird! Loyal: "I thought I was actually dead. It was so immersive. Watching my comrades fight desperately only to be swallowed by the enemy, that helplessness made me want nothing more than to die together with them."
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "You guys already got to play?"
Night Lord Asks If Your Scalp Is Itchy: "I'm so pissed. My plasma gun had just finished charging when that Smart Head took me out."
I Don't Want to be a Stinky Can: "Wait, you guys really got to play??"
Spiky Hair is the Symbol of Strength: "For real? A game like that actually exists?"
Nurgle-Kissing Fatty: "Not only did we play, we got killed too. That Smart Head beat me to death with one swing of its club."
Lost Krieg: "No pics, no proof!!"
Lobster Soup: "No pics, no proof!!"
Dora is the True Omnissiah: "No pictures. Obviously fake. Just some scammer harvesting suckers."
Nurgle-Kissing Fatty: "@The Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor, Group Leader, say something. At least give us some screenshots as proof. People are calling you a scammer harvesting suckers."
Qin Yun, who was examining the tactical projection, suddenly saw the group chat interface pop up before him.
"So the ability to connect to the real-world network is bound to me, not the console."
Qin Yun realized it rather belatedly.
He had always thought the Strategic Command console was special.
Turns out, he was the special one.
Qin Yun glanced back and found that the resting players behind him had not noticed the chat group interface that had appeared.
"Looks like I'm the only one who can see it."
Qin Yun shrugged and began replying to the group chat.
The Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor: "OK, I'll give you some videos."
Qin Yun obtained access to the surveillance footage covering the route from Strategic Command to the Tactical Projection Chamber.
He clipped several segments of surveillance footage and uploaded them to the group.
The image quality was somewhat blurry, but the players' faces could be seen clearly, and their conversations could be heard.
All the videos were exciting highlights.
Especially the segment of the players battling the Chaos Ogryns—he uploaded it in full without cutting a single frame.
As the videos were sent, the group fell silent.
All the doubts vanished.
"This is a game? Not a movie? It's way too real, isn't it?"
"This blood and dismemberment has to be adults-only, right?"
"My blood's pumping just watching it."
"Who was that guy? He charged at the Chaos Ogryns with Melta Bombs in his arms and shouted 'For the Emperor!' That was way more hype than any game trailer."
Blue Two-Headed Bird! Loyal: "That was me. This game is so immersive that I forgot it was a game at the time. Don't laugh at me, everyone."
"Damn, just watching it gets my blood boiling."
"Oh my god, dreams really can come true!!"
"What guy hasn't fantasized about being trapped in a desperate situation, then bravely sacrificing himself for victory? This is my dream game. Give me a reservation slot right now, or I'm taking this all the way to Terra."
"Fake. It has to be fake. I won't believe it unless you give me a reservation slot."
"That was insanely exciting."
"Give me a game slot. In life, I belong to the Emperor; in death, I'll be the Emperor's corpse."
"Emperor: Sorry, I'm a cold-hearted scumbag. You're just my currency."
"Calling the Inquisition. Requesting Exterminatus on the person above."
"Group Leader, when are you handing out more reservation slots? The Regent needs to return to his loyal Imperium."
Lobster Soup: "As a tabletop player with an entire Astra Militarum army from Warhammer 40k, and as one glorious piece of the Emperor's currency, Group Leader, if you don't let me play this game, you're not loyal."
The Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor: "Don't rush, everyone. I'll ask the boss later and see when new slots will be released. I've got something to do, so I'll be busy for now. You guys chat."
"Crawling darkly and twistedly, I need to enter the game. I need to enter the game."
"Even though I haven't played yet, I think I'm already suffering withdrawal. Hurry up and let me play."
Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud: "Since reservation slots won't be available anytime soon, how about I share some of my impressions with you first?"
Most Ballsy Bro of Warhammer: "Agreed."
"Agreed +1."
"Agreed +1."
Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud: "@The Company Slave Drafted by the Emperor, can you mute the group for a while? I type slowly, and if I keep getting interrupted, it'll be easy to make mistakes."
Qin Yun glanced at the group messages and casually enabled mute mode.
He also promoted Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud to administrator.
Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud: "Thank you for trusting me, Group Leader. I'll do my best as an admin. Now, let me tell everyone some information about Warhammer Online, so you can get the hang of it quickly when you enter the game."
"Let's start with the setting. Warhammer Online appears to be set in the Era Indomitus after the Thirteenth Black Crusade. In other words, Cadia Fortress has already fallen, the Eye of Terror has expanded, the entire galaxy has been torn apart, and the Imperium of Man has been split in two."
"The players spawn aboard a Lunar-class Cruiser called Imperial Glory. Our identities are Emperor's Chosen, so we can resurrect at Shrines and improve our own strength."
"Honestly, this is a brilliant design. It perfectly reflects how the Emperor is the Fifth Chaos God and we are His daemonic lackeys. (Dog-head emoji for protection.) As for the Emperor's domain, it is naturally the entire Imperium."
"At this stage, our mission is to retake the Lunar-class Cruiser Imperial Glory, which has been corrupted by the evil power of Chaos. The NPC leading us is the Emperor's Living Saint. He calls himself the Guide, is highly intelligent, and even possesses GM privileges."
"The game world is incredibly realistic. Whether it's the lighting and visual effects or the interaction of the five senses, everything is perfect. It has reached one hundred percent realism. There are no bugs or flaws to be found, making it feel like the real world."
"As for freedom, it can be called a one-hundred-percent sandbox RPG. You can do anything you want—carry heavy weapons like Little Fatty and kill monsters, or strap on Melta Bombs and launch a suicide attack like Old Bird."
"The quests in this game may all be one-time events, because I noticed something: things changed or consumed by players do not respawn or reset. Even the enemies are the same. Once dead, they are dead. They do not respawn like in other games."
"In other words, most monsters and NPCs may be one-time only. Once killed, they are truly gone."
"The Group Leader said we can experience classes such as Astartes, Knights, and Tech-Priests. It would be impossible to support those classes on a single ship, which means the map is guaranteed to be at least the size of a star system, perhaps even an entire sector."
"In the future, it should also be possible to develop farming-style gameplay: become a Planetary Governor and develop a planet, or become a Magos and improve technology."
"As for pain, there seems to be a limit. At the instant I died, it hurt about as much as stubbing my toe. It hurt badly, but it was bearable."
"..."
Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud wrote several thousand words in one go.
He thoroughly analyzed all the possible ways to play Warhammer Online, making the group members look forward to it even more.
In front of the screen, Qian Donglai let out a breath after finishing his summary.
Then, he lifted the group mute.
The group messages instantly began flooding the screen.
"This game is 666."
"Damn, my withdrawal symptoms are even worse now."
"I want to play Warhammer Online. I want to become a Magos, stockpile resources, build Castigator Titans, build Halos, and build a Dyson Sphere."
"Hurry up and let me become the Emperor's currency."
"Machines of war, deploy. Burn the galaxy to ash. Noble Knights are the true protagonists of the battlefield."
"Hurry, I can't take it anymore. I urgently need a Warhammer Online reservation slot to save me."
"."
Qin Yun glanced at the constantly flashing chat group icon.
Quite a few people were also trying to add him as a friend, hoping to pull some strings for testing slots.
He ignored them and instead checked the spoils from the earlier battle.
PS: Give me a little knife.
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