The Flash was shocked to discover something.
The next "Civilization War" instance for the faction might have to be opened by him.
He became even more certain of his judgment when the mechanical viruses before him swept past like a tide.
He had infiltrated the enemy faction!
He looked somewhat dazed. It was only when the Faceless leader ahead glanced back at him that he hurried to catch up.
How had he gotten here in the first place?
The Flash recalled his "infiltration process."
As an utterly ordinary veteran player of Cracked Star, he was neither a PvP expert nor a PvE expert. Back when he had still been in the beginner village, he had even once felt inferior because, as a "high-speed superpower test subject" for a certain biological corporation, his "neural acceleration" had been ranked among the Ten Useless Superpowers of the time.
If the game had allowed him to change accounts, he would have done so long ago.
Although this "superpower" had been fairly useless in the early stages, earning him nicknames like "Three-Second Real Man" and "Kidney-Deficiency Bro" because his body couldn't keep up with his reaction speed, he later discovered that it was actually quite useful.
Whether he was piloting mechs, operating exoskeletons, or remotely controlling implanted "long-range mechanical weapons," it gave him remarkably precise control.
In the previous few versions, even close-combat experts like Umbrella Bro and Plane had been abandoned by the times after version updates. He, on the other hand, could comfortably pilot starships and farm monsters along various routes.
It turned out that his talent was one that bloomed late.
The guys who had looked down on him back then were now begging him for help at every turn, calling him "Boss."
To preserve his "Enhanced Neural Talent," he had reluctantly