The two newbies nodded repeatedly, as though they were taking some advanced tactical coaching class. Their admiration for the first closed beta veteran's understanding of the game knew no bounds.
"All right, enough reviewing what we learned."
Ma Lou rubbed his stomach, feeling a powerful wave of exhaustion wash over him.
Although their bodies in the real world were asleep, the mental strain of such intense concentration felt more exhausting than running a marathon.
"Come on, you two, shut all the doors and windows in this room first!"
"I'm going to go over our tactics for what comes next!"
Ma Lou's expression settled into calm seriousness, and he lowered his voice as he directed the two newbies.
[Don't Dream of the Day] and [Mosquitoes Faint at the Sight of Blood] didn't dare waste a moment. They hurriedly fumbled with the battered wooden door until it was firmly shut, then closed the windows tight as well.
"Ma Lou, everything's shut."
"Good. Everyone, gather around."
Ma Lou called everyone over to sit around a rickety wooden table missing a leg, his expression more serious than ever.
"The situation's changed. We have to force our plan into high gear!"
Ma Lou kept his voice low, but the urgency in his tone was still unmistakable in the quiet night:
"That white-haired knight called Kairils isn't playing by the script at all!"
"According to the script we worked out in the main group chat, we were supposed to run all the way to Winterhold and accuse them first, even though we're the guilty ones. That should've taken at least two or three days."
"During those two or three days, Old Ji and the others could grind levels like crazy in Fog Town, and Phone Bro could take his time finding opportunities to maneuver inside the