Playing a Game (Part 2)

From the studio at the center of Ping Trade Market to the Yacht Wharf was about five kilometers. Neither Ronan nor Yin Le considered that distance worth mentioning. To the harmony of rubber wheels rolling over the pavement and high heels striking it, the two moved forward slowly, one ahead of the other.

Yin Le still did not understand what Ronan had said, but as they walked, she naturally slipped back into her role as his "personal secretary," taking hold of the handles behind the wheelchair—even though it served no practical purpose.

Yin Le was still mulling over Ronan's theory of "playing a game," unable to make sense of its Logic. She pondered it for a full kilometer before hearing Ronan speak again beside her.

"You used to be a manager at Frost River Reality. How did you deal with people cheating in games?"

"Well..."

"What about people who cheat and still want to PK real players? How should they be handled?"

"..."

Yin Le froze for several seconds before deciding to simply speak her mind. "Usually, we ban their accounts. In certain cases, we call security or the police. Sometimes, we apply to the SCA to lower their social privileges and bar them from entering relevant venues."

"Heh. Finding an SCA at that level would be pretty difficult."

Ronan laughed and sighed. Just as he had said, he was playing a game now.

When it came to "gaming skills," their contact had been too brief for him to determine who was better between himself and the two from the Amaterasu Order.

However, Ronan held two advantages.

The first was an advantage in mismatched information. Ronan knew how the True God and the Pope were involved. He knew their methods and calculations. While those two had also locked onto a