"Giant Shark? Giant Shark! You still alive? Quit farming Chaos grunts downstairs and get your brothers up here! The Daughters of Glory has been ambushed by Fallen Sentinels. We need to hurry over and help!"
Happy Stick's roar rang out over Giant Shark's comm channel. From how hoarse Brother Stick sounded, it was clear the guy was frantic.
Giant Shark had been about to complain that he hadn't been slacking off at all—he'd just teamed up with the Sentinels to take down a pathetic Chaos Greater Daemon. But, thinking it over, there was no need to brag about their achievements in a situation like this. If the Scarlet Dawn hadn't just delivered a batch of players to reinforce the front line, these old-timers would've been driven out of the Star Realm Colossus by the frenzied Chaos forces.
"Brothers! Let's move. We've got a tough fight ahead!"
The madman hoisted his beloved battle axe onto his shoulder and turned to shout at the surviving Berserkers under his command. They were exhausted, but no one complained. They got up and followed Giant Shark toward the command deck where Happy Stick was.
Some of them grumbled quietly along the way.
This otherworldly body was great in every way—especially when it came to visiting the Shadow Elf brothels—but its hyper-realistic sensations also came with some downsides. For instance, after an intense battle, the buildup of lactic acid in their muscles and the bone-deep exhaustion were a real problem for these belligerent warriors.
In the past, their psychic projections had also simulated fatigue, but it had been a watered-down version. They could keep hacking away until their projections vanished. That wasn't possible anymore. Even with the Berserker's Endurance Blessing, properly managing their stamina had become a new skill that warrior players had to master.
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