"Ugh, what a wonderful celebration. I heard that when the Pharaoh was crowned, the entire Isus Delta would celebrate for at least a week. But here we are, only on the second day, and we already have to hit the road. This really sucks!
When you work outside the game, you have to make up your hours. Now even when you play a game, you have to watch the clock and work.
I've had enough!"
Dog of the Twelve Zodiac of the Unfallen Pride guild was grumbling furiously on the docks at Origin Harbor. Standing beside him were his wife, Rabbit, the four members of the Artist Squad, and a group of veteran players who'd been invited along.
They all looked like elite fighters, wearing fine armor and wielding flashy weapons. The most impressive sight was the several exoskeletons stacked nearby, ready for use.
The team had only thirty members, but a third of them were Silver-rank. At a glance, they were clearly an elite force. They were waiting at the docks for the ship that would pick them up, so they were relaxed enough to gripe back and forth.
"If you don't want to play, then just delete your account, for fuck's sake."
Three Jin of Sweet Potato Liquor sat on an ammunition crate, maintaining his beloved melta gun. Without even looking up, he said:
"The people waiting to get their hands on the game are all watching eagerly. Sure, the officials are issuing headsets more and more frequently, and in greater numbers, but it's still a drop in the bucket compared to the growing number of players waiting to get in and those on the reserve list.
"If you go AFK, there'll definitely be brothers who benefit from it and loudly praise you. Plenty of others will secretly