"So I was the one flipping the table again. Not bad..."
Vault 404, B4 Reading Room.
After finishing his work for the day, Chu Guang leaned back on the sofa and browsed through forum posts. The more he read, the more he found himself caught between laughter and tears—
"Whoa! Spread the word! Fang Chang farmed money too fast and got punished by the devs!"
"HAHAHAHA! Divine justice from above!"
"Wait, isn't A Wei a shareholder too?"
"!! Giao!"
"I hereby call this... efficient resource allocation! (Smug)"
"Brothers of the Death Legion! Give Brother Edge a wave of 666s!"
"??? What the hell does this have to do with me!"
"Doesn't matter! Watching you lose money feels even better than making money myself!"
"Damn! Is this really that realistic?"
"..."
Having two identities truly brought him many benefits. In particular, his identity as a developer allowed him to wield virtually unlimited authority outside the rules of the game.
However, it was not all upside. Few people realized that responsibility equal to unlimited power was likewise unlimited.
Thus, aside from rational analysis, the forums never lacked another kind of humorous commentary. For example, Boulder City's skyscraper had supposedly been blown up by him, the human disaster in the Boro Province had supposedly been orchestrated by him behind the scenes, and even the Federation's civil war had supposedly been started by him.
If that logic kept going, not only would the "Three-Year War" become something he had started, even Mount Buzhou would probably have been knocked over by him.
Xiao Qi, sitting atop the pen holder, clutched her stomach and giggled nonstop. Unable to resist, Chu Guang reached out and flicked her forehead with his index finger.
With a cry, she toppled backward into the pen holder. Not long afterward, she climbed