Remarkably, the leader An Yunxiu had labeled "Old Wang Next Door" was actually willing to listen. That very afternoon, he really did bring people to find the player known as "Tarot Fool."
"Leaders..."
Tarot Fool's attitude toward the officials was worlds apart from An Yunxiu's. Even his wording was far more respectful; at the very least, he did not casually call them "old bastards" or tell them to "get lost."
"Please, take a look!"
"This is roughly what the inside of that CMC Powered Combat Suit looks like, along with the appearance and some specifications of the cold fusion engine!"
"I saw them in the maintenance manual in the preparation room, then secretly memorized them."
"Some of the data and descriptions may not be entirely accurate, but I'll revise and correct them every day from now on."
As he spoke, he carefully handed several sheets of A4 paper to everyone.
They contained some of what he had learned and encountered in the game—rough data, appearances, and the like regarding the CMC Powered Combat Suit and cold fusion engine. After logging out, he had written and drawn everything down, done some preliminary organization, and printed it out.
"That's it?"
"Is there anything else?"
Looking at the pages in his hands, the leader An Yunxiu had labeled "Old Wang Next Door" unconsciously frowned before asking somewhat dissatisfiedly.
Because even though he was a complete layman, he could vaguely tell that this stuff seemed pretty damn useless.
"No..."
"This is all I could find. I can't access anything more."
"I'm currently only the commander of the Greenskin rookie company in the camp. I was exceptionally appointed only because I had only recently retired, was used to following orders, and had never disobeyed an instructor's commands."
"But even as the commander of the Greenskin