At One's Beck and Call

To get Lü Yangsheng to step in and help build these pieces of equipment, Han Yang had gone all out.

Fifty computers operated accounts, while another fifty handled voice commands. With all one hundred computers powered on, Han Yang's computing capacity utilization immediately rose to a high level.

Following Han Yang's unified command, all four hundred accounts began teleporting at once, and the large-scale dungeon began.

Next came Han Yang's time to shine.

The people Lü Yangsheng had recruited here might not all have exceptional gaming skills, but their basic controls, awareness, and hand speed were absolutely sound. With that foundation, plus their willingness to obey orders, Han Yang could direct them as easily as moving his own arms. There was no obstruction whatsoever.

The fifty captain accounts tirelessly and meticulously directed the other seven teammate accounts in their respective squads. The fifty teams then combined into a larger whole and began a full-scale sweep of the dungeon.

A horde of lesser monsters rushed at them. All four hundred players spread out according to orders—some provided cover, some tanked the monsters, some issued commands, and some seized the time to rest and recover health and mana. There was no chaos at all.

In just a moment, the huge pack of lesser monsters was wiped out.

Lü Yangsheng watched, his mouth slowly falling open.

"Are the people at Revival Game Studio all monsters? Damn, President Han, look at this team—uh, Team 36. How is he able to control his character so precisely while commanding seven teammates at the same time?

His mouth just keeps going, nonstop! And his hands are so fast too. Can he multitask like that?!"

Of course he could. Under Han Yang's remote control, at Fuxing Base, the robotic arms on the computer responsible for commanding Character 36 were moving so fast over the keyboard that they nearly left afterimages. More than two hundred characters per minute were typed out, then converted into voice output.

The robotic arms on the computer responsible for operating Character 36 were moving just as quickly, controlling the character as it darted around the monsters.

Though Han Yang had long known Character 36's situation—after all, he was the one controlling it—he still pretended not to know. Following Lü Yangsheng's pointing hand, he exclaimed, "I always knew my buddy's power-leveling skills were strong, but I never expected them to be this strong! Amazing!"

Han Yang secretly wiped away some sweat. Praising himself like this was way too embarrassing.

"And this one too! Number 26! Just as fast!"

Among the seven teammates lined up in Team 26, one of them even cried out, "Captain, slow down with the commands! I can't keep up with your controls!"

Lü Yangsheng raised a hand to smack him, but afraid of affecting his performance, ultimately pulled it back. He merely cursed, "One person is commanding all seven of you! And you still can't keep up?!"

The man said aggrievedly, "General Manager Lu, there's nothing I can do. I really can't keep up!"

"You're... Alan? You're a fake, aren't you?! Weren't you eighteenth in the fighting tournament? You even demanded twenty thousand from me before you'd agree to come, and this is all you've got?"

Lü Yangsheng recognized him as one of the gaming experts he had personally hired.

Before the man with the game nickname Alan could explain, someone from another team nearby cried out, "Captain, what do we do next again? I forgot!"

Lü Yangsheng looked over and saw that he, too, was a gaming expert Lü Yangsheng had hired, someone who had achieved an impressive twenty-second place in a speedrun competition.

"The captain is commanding all seven of you at once. He can remember every step all seven of you need to take, but you can't even remember what you're supposed to do?"

"General Manager Lu, it's not that I can't remember. The captain's game sense is just too high-level. There's nothing I can do!"

Lü Yangsheng finally realized that the experts he had hired were not lacking in skill. Rather... the other side's game sense was too high-level, and their technical skill was too high-level as well.

Han Yang secretly wiped away sweat again and quietly lowered his operating frequency a little, making things easier on himself too.

Only then did the complaints die down somewhat, and the dungeon run was able to proceed smoothly.

Although the efficiency was a bit lower and the result fell somewhat short of the perfect clear Han Yang had imagined, when the dungeon was finally cleared, Lü Yangsheng still opened his mouth wide in disbelief, his face filled with shock.

"Too... too strong. Fifty people, and every one of them is an expert—experts among experts..."

Lü Yangsheng looked at Han Yang. "But that isn't what surprises me the most. What surprises me most is how well these fifty experts cooperate with each other. It's like one person is controlling them all... President Han, do you know? From what I can see, this doesn't look like four hundred people clearing a dungeon. It looks like one person doing it alone. Their coordination is incredible. Just how did your buddy train them..."

Han Yang wiped away sweat again and forced a smile. "Really? They're that impressive?"

"I've never seen anything this impressive... I even have a feeling—right, President Han, you don't play games much, do you? You might not understand, so let me put it this way.

Originally, these four hundred people were like a pile of loose sand. But with these fifty captains, it was like that pile of sand had gained a skeleton, linking everything together. Most importantly, the skeleton formed by those fifty captains seemed to have a single unified brain directing it. What does it mean to be at one's beck and call? This is what it means to be at one's beck and call!"

Lü Yangsheng clicked his tongue in admiration, while Han Yang played along. "Impressive, impressive."

If Lü Yangsheng knew that all of this was being done by Han Yang, standing beside him right now, he would probably be scared to death on the spot.

"With Revival Game Studio on board, I can finally rest easy." Lü Yangsheng sighed, then looked at Han Yang with some confusion. "President Han, are you hot? The air conditioning is on pretty high. I'm even feeling a little cold..."

Fine beads of sweat had already formed on Han Yang's forehead.

He had no choice. Operating one hundred computers simultaneously had pushed his computing capacity utilization too high. He had overworked his brain, and the heat buildup was getting a little serious.

"Ah, it's fine, it's fine. I'm just sensitive to heat. It's nothing. I'll be fine in a while."

"Xiao Wang! Turn the temperature down!"

After the morning's dungeon drill ended, Han Yang arranged targeted training that afternoon based on the teammate skill data gathered during the exercise. Before long, it was five-thirty in the evening.

The crucial planetary conquest battle was about to begin.

Though Lü Yangsheng was full of confidence, he could not help feeling a little nervous now. Once again, he personally came to oversee the computer room, while all three hundred and fifty experts took their positions.

At that moment, in another city, more than four hundred computers were arranged in rows inside another computer room, with four hundred gaming experts sitting before them, each wearing a grave expression.

Dozens of management and logistics staff hurried back and forth, checking every preparatory task. In an open-plan office, several senior gaming consultants were conducting one final check of the tactical arrangements around a gloomy-looking young man.

"General Sun, don't worry. Everything has been arranged."