"Big brother, we said we'd conquer the sea of stars together. How could you abandon me?" Red Flower Demon cried out in anguish.
"Second brother, do you know what I'm called in this game? The Lightning Lord. I'm not doing electrotherapy and repairing implants in the real world just to mess around with you," the Lightning Lord complained.
"Being a cybernetic doctor has no future!"
"Then do you know what our NPC boss used to do? Didn't you always brag that Old G personally performed your surgery?"
"But this profession can't advance to Tier Three!"
"That's hard to say. I heard that once cyberspace opens, AI, hackers, and neural editors will all have a chance to advance to Tier Three. How do you know I won't?"
"You've got nothing! They work with software, while you work with the human body's hardware."
"Hard to say, hard to say. This game is different from traditional games. You need a bit of insight to play it well. Let me ask you: when software gets updated, does the hardware need updating too? When consciousness is uploaded, doesn't someone need to perform surgery?"
The Lightning Lord spoke mysteriously:
"Maybe I'll become the first player to advance the cybernetic doctor profession to Tier Three. When that happens, I'll basically be able to change players' professions, transferring them directly from the carbon-based branch to the information-based branch. The benefits I'll earn won't be on the same level as your lousy sea of stars."
"Yeah, Old Demon only knows how to draw grandiose pie charts," a player nearby mocked.
"Pie King."
"Pie Emperor."
"Pie Saint!"
Red Flower Demon snapped furiously, "Show me some respect! I'm the captain, and you were all recruited by me. Be careful, or I'll kick every one of you out."
"Oh."
"Oh."
"Oh."
Seeing