Farewell
It's a gaming forum, I'm very familiar with it.
In the previous life, NPCs used the internet to capture people, and the first step was to bypass the Great Firewall and enter the forum, where they obtained a large amount of player data from the backend.
In the second phase, they somehow obtained the qualifications of game administrators and directly carried out large-scale account bans.
The first phase was alright; players thought it was some kind of high-level mission that broke down the dimensional barrier. But the latter phase was quite buggy; it resulted in account bans. No matter how high your level was, it was useless; the other person simply became a GM.
[Your account is now linked to the game's official website, granting you forum administrator privileges.]
Huh? The senior engineer blinked. NPC templates have this function?
At this moment, a rudimentary forum with only two pages appeared before the senior engineer's eyes.
Background information, player community
This crappy webpage looks so familiar!
There is no recharge interface, no online store, and not even customer service.
This is the legendary "Cyber World," a game made with heart but a forum made with feet.
Clicking on the background information reveals only one line of text—
A vast world set in the ninth universe, where countless civilizations rise and fall.
There was no closed beta test; it went straight into public beta.
The senior engineer vaguely remembers that at its peak, the number of players online at the same time in this game could reach tens of millions.
Later in the game, after NPCs started arresting players, the number of online players began to drop dramatically.
Before the senior engineer's time travel, only a few hundred people were online at the same time.
I wonder if any of those friends time-traveled.
Opening the player community, as expected, it was the familiar scene of spam.
Big Bobo: "We're all the ones who managed to snag an account, so let's be a little arrogant."
The game "World Prince" has no recharge options, which is a major drawback.
"I want to flirt with the customer service lady! Customer service lady, come here and flirt with her!" (a playful, irresponsible man)
How did everyone manage to snag an account?
"Online team formation, online team formation."
"Any studios offering gold farming services? Please contact me immediately."
"Any pretty girls out there? If not, handsome guys will do too."
"Any veterans from the closed beta testing team who could share their experiences?"
"By the way, does anyone know...?"
"Fingers swift as the wind, fast as lightning!"
"Fingers swift as the wind, fast as lightning!"
"Fingers swift as the wind, fast as lightning!"
"Fingers swift as the wind, fast as lightning!"
"Fingers swift as the wind, fast as lightning!"
A shill named "Flash" started spamming the chat. He's a well-known shill on the forum, known for his rambling and fast typing.
As a result, one of the comments disappeared as soon as it appeared.
[Please refrain from discussing matters unrelated to the game on this forum. The user "Flash" will be banned for three days.]
"Holy crap, what did this person say to get banned so easily?"
"Is it yellow or a true yellow? Hehe, could it be...?"
[Please do not discuss anything unrelated to the game in this forum, and you will be banned from "Huahua Taisui" for three days]
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After a series of ellipses, one of the players cautiously spoke.
"Isn't this forum too strict? Can we only discuss games? That's ridiculous."
"Is this a way to cut off private contact between players?" some rational analysts commented.
Everyone, please join the group!
The message disappeared as soon as the group number was sent.
[Please refrain from discussing matters unrelated to the game in this forum. 'Xiaoqiaojie' will be banned from posting for three days.]
"What's this? Banning player communication?"
"Damn it, I play games just to have fun, and you're going to tell me what to do? Who do you think you are? Once I have a keyboard in my hand, my life is in my own hands! Developers, I'll fuck your grandma—"
"Huh? Criticizing the developer didn't get me banned? I'll join in too! Hey planner, you don't want your husband getting bullied on the forum, do you?"
"You're planning to ruin your grandson's life, I'm your father."
"Does the person upstairs want to be my son?"
Surprisingly, people are willing to criticize the game designers, the game itself, or even players insulting each other.
For a time, the forum was filled with elegant vocabulary.
"The admin really needs to do something about this. I can't post pictures, but he can swear at me. He's being unreasonable."
"Is this picture of yours... even serious?"
"By the way, is there an administrator?"
"Huh, it seems there really is one."
Players then noticed that among the various flashing icons, there was a special mark in front of a "g" icon, which, when clicked, became the administrator icon.
"Administrator, you idiot!"
[Administrator g has banned "Black Big Mouth" for 100 days]
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'...'
The lively forum paused for a few rare seconds.
"One hundred days, really?"
"Nonsense, it's all in red, how could it be fake?"
"Aren't they all just three-day bans? A hundred days? The closed beta should be over by now, right? Oh, this crappy game didn't even have a closed beta."
"So, it's okay to criticize the game planners, but not the administrators?"
"Is the administrator the son of the group's chairman?"
"Which brave warrior would like to give it a try?"
"Give it a try, admin, you're absolutely disgusting."
[Administrator g has banned "Smuggled Goods" for 100 days]
"Haha, the weather is so nice today!"
"Yeah, yeah, well, let's talk about games instead..."
After banning a few stubborn kids, the forum promptly changed the topic.
The senior engineer nodded in satisfaction and closed the page that had blocked people.
If NPCs can ban accounts, why can't I?
Since the game hasn't been released yet and we can't discuss it in real life, the forum really doesn't have much substantial content.
After scanning the forum, the senior engineer closed it.
Surprisingly, this NPC template even comes with an administrator account. That's interesting.
In his previous life, the senior engineer stole the template from the "Mind Collective," one of the six major forces in the universe.
So, will the functions of NPC templates differ for different cosmic factions?
Graphic design, numerical design, or opening an in-game store?
It really makes one's imagination run wild.
However, the rules of the game forum are as inhuman as ever.
If the game weren't so high-quality, this alone would probably have caused a large number of players to leave.
Um?
The senior engineer blinked, and suddenly a possibility occurred to him.
Later in the game, players are being captured everywhere.
However, game forums can only discuss things related to game content.
Is this a form of indirect protection?
Prevent information leakage.
So, the game developers and the strongest NPC faction in these games aren't in cahoots?
The senior engineer had a vague guess, but it was so shocking that even he might not believe it.
The gaming forum has launched, and in a sense, senior engineers also need to accelerate their efforts.
One day later—
At a huge round table, the senior engineer sat at the head of the table, while around the table were twenty-two Blood Hunter-level hunters, each of whom had been personally modified by the senior engineer and were elite templates of level 20 or above, each with a powerful aura.
Hopefully, after I return, some of them will reach the level 30 cap.
He will prepare a big surprise for those who reach the maximum level.
"I'll be leaving you all to fend for yourselves while I'm away."
Everyone sat upright and respectfully, a posture rarely seen among mechanical hunters.
After speaking, the senior engineer stood up and left.
Meanwhile, the temporary three-person team consisting of Daisy, Huang Wen, and Meng Duo also stood up. They would be responsible for the management of the mechanical hunters going forward.
The senior engineer also gave them a trump card – the power to mobilize the mechanical giant leopard 'Gilbert'.
The senior engineer found Sun Hong at the Mecha Academy. Sun Hong had now been transferred from the biological warfare unit and became the dean of the Mecha Academy.
Angel, dressed in military uniform, was standing opposite her, doing a set of push-ups while sweating profusely. Seeing Sun Hong engrossed in reviewing documents, she quietly supported herself with her elbows.
Without even raising her head, Sun Hong flicked her left hand, transforming it into a vine whip that lashed out and struck Anjie'er's buttocks with a "smack".
Angel's blue skin suddenly turned rosy, a sign of her excitement.
However, she remained silent and continued to grit her teeth and do push-ups.
Sooner or later, one day, I'll ride on your head—
"Hey, you've got some practice going."
Angel suddenly looked up and found that the guy who was number one on the "ultimate kill list" was looking at her with a smile.
Sun Hong immediately stood up when she saw the senior engineer.
"Owner."
The senior engineer glanced at Angel; the genes of this alien girl and the genes of the "god" were both beyond the current technological limits to replicate.
One has a second-tier bloodline, and the other has spatial abilities.
If it could be implanted into one's own body, the bio-modification would immediately see a significant improvement.
We still need to find a solution in the City That Never Sleeps, where there is more advanced biotechnology and more gene fusions.
"How about we take a break? Here, have a little bear lollipop."
Angel looked at the other person in disbelief. Could this bad guy really be so kind?
"Is the basic training almost complete?"
Looking at the other party's stats, the senior engineer realized that as expected of someone with alien blood, even with only basic training, their main attributes were no worse than those of a level 15 mechanical hunter.
"I think we can start practical training now, like piloting mechs or something."
The senior engineer looked at his nominal wife with a kind expression.
Sun Hong hesitated for a moment, "Isn't it too early?"
Angel shuddered and quickly said, "I think I can!"
Piloting a mech is so much easier than training with heavy loads every day.
"See, she's all set, so let's get started right away."
"Where are the mechs? I've wanted to play with them for ages!" Angel said impatiently.
Despite being the little princess of the security force, she had never actually piloted a mecha before, though she had been interested in it for a long time.
"To help you adapt to the strength of the mech as quickly as possible, we simulated a gravity environment of 10 times. I believe you will adapt quickly."
"10, 10 times!?" Angel opened her mouth wide, and the lollipop in her mouth fell out.
"No, no, no, I want to stay and train. I don't want to do gravity battles..."
Unfortunately, two ancient robots flanked her from both sides, thwarting her escape plan.
"Does the leader really intend to train her to be a warrior?" Sun Hong asked.
The senior engineer shook his head and smiled, "Of course not."
The more mature the other person's bloodline, the greater the benefits of implantation.
Although it can be quite fun to torment blue-skinned lolis sometimes.
"I have something to tell you, it's about the mecha unit..."
After leaving Sun Hong's office, the senior engineer went to see Lao Qian, an old hunter who was now a teacher at the Hunter Academy, teaching hunting. After getting him drunk, the senior engineer then went to see General Quill, who was testing an ancient robot army...
And so, while everyone was there, the senior engineer visited one old acquaintance after another, because the next meeting would be at least a year and a half later.
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