"Are the hacker players all wiped out?"
At Whale α Centauri, the Senior Engineer, who was inspecting the space factory, heard the news and immediately took gleeful pleasure in their misfortune without the slightest restraint.
"Was it really that bad? Hahahaha."
"Big brother, you—" Gao Yuanyuan was at a loss for words. Those were his subordinates, yet her own big brother was being so insufferable.
"The losses are a little heavy this time. I mean them."
Generally speaking, players who took the virtual route were actually very hard to kill. Hacker-type players in particular were famously difficult to kill.
After all, they had electronic personas, virtual avatars, AI substitutes, and multiple backups for each person, all to prevent someone from tracing their connection and hunting them down when they hacked into others.
But conversely, if they really did die, their losses were far greater than those of players from other archetypes.
That was because the defining feature of virtual-route players was that all their skills were generated through "code." They were not skills gained through experience in the conventional sense. In other words, once the main body was destroyed, all their skills effectively became blank slates and had to be leveled from scratch.
An ordinary player merely lost one level upon death, while the formal death of a virtual-route player was equivalent to losing levels plus having all their skills reset to zero.
The latter was much more miserable.
"Big sister Flamebird was also heavily wounded," Gao Yuanyuan said sadly.
"Don't worry. It won't be that easy for her to die."
The Senior Engineer patted her on the head, and the two of them soon arrived at a secret base on the planet. The building inside the base was an ancient-looking ancestral shrine. Although the urns holding the ashes on