673. Before Crushing the Unfilial Brat, You Have to Give Him a Chance to Admit His Mistake, Right? (Bonus Chapter for 210 Monthly Tickets)

"Brothers, thirty seconds left. I'm going in first—hurry up!"

Cheche shouted in the forum group, then entered the login queue.

He wasn't the first veteran to log in after three days offline. More than two hundred players had already returned to the battlefield, and the Transia Tavern app was now hosting its seventeenth livestream. Together, they were giving viewers a vivid look at how to fight a desperate trench war from every angle.

It was the middle of the night in the real world. You wouldn't expect many people to still be online at this hour, but even the least popular of the seventeen streams had several hundred people watching at once.

Rocket gifts streaked across the screen one after another.

The liveliest stream belonged to "Transia's Number One War Correspondent," the medical insurance warrior, Sir Sain.

He'd been among the first to die three days earlier because he was so bad at the game. The big spenders in his stream had even called him a noob, saying they could've taken at least ten enemies with them before dying. But being bad at the game had turned out to be a blessing.

Sir Sain was also one of the first players to return.

When Cheche dashed out of the respawn point at Position Three in his robe, he spotted Sir Sain crouched in a trench ahead of the position, sneakily picking off enemies from a distance with a finely crafted dwarven hunting rifle fitted with a halfling scope.

As he aimed, he kept up a running commentary for the chat:

"This isn't me being bad, brothers! I used to be strong, I swear. But the past is the past, and the present is the present. Everyone has their moment of glory—you can't expect it to last forever. Ooh, thanks for