The players of "Wasteland OL" were famous for being warmhearted, especially the cloud players, who practically wished they could snatch the helmet and jump in to help themselves.
Not long after Medical Miracle made his post, comments rapidly began refreshing beneath it.
"Isn't pretending to be crazy easy? Just play yourself."
"Emmm... how about downing a bowl of hot shit first?"
"Blech—"
"That's way too disgusting! Besides, secretly eating shit would get your account banned, wouldn't it?!"
"I think it'd only work in public..."
"Damn, what's so hard about acting crazy? Get up and do a Subject Three dance first, then belt out some shout-singing! Forget the NPCs, even A Guang lurking behind the screen would be dumbfounded!"
"Pfft— I can't take it anymore. My toes have already carved out a four-bedroom apartment for A Guang."
Looking at those unfamiliar IDs and the reserved-player tags, Medical Miracle was a little dumbfounded. He scrolled for ages without finding a single serious suggestion and nearly spat out the takeout in his mouth.
"Damn it! Give me some serious advice!"
Fang Chang: "Has it occurred to you that they are giving you serious advice? (side-eye)"
Medical Miracle: "?"
Elf King Fugui: "Holy shit?! Brother Fang Chang?!"
Canyon Escapee Mole: "Wait, aren't you in the sky? (dumbfounded)"
Indebted Big Eyes: "How'd the mission go? Is it already done? (evil grin)"
Yileina: "That'd be way too fast. I'm guessing he just came down to discuss things with his teammates off the field."
An hour ago, Brother Fang Chang had been showing off on the forums, saying he was about to save the world. Yet he had turned around and appeared on the forum again.
Everyone was astonished. This guy actually had the leisure to browse the forums while carrying out a mission.
Perhaps realizing that