Two hours later, at the teleportation point connecting the Colorful Mist Coast to the Game Space.
All 32 gaming-addicted clanspeople were present.
However reluctant they were, none had dared to skip out under the threat of losing internet access for a week.
Fate Throat swept his gaze over the clanspeople before him, the corner of his mouth twitching.
Their appearances in the game differed greatly from what he had imagined.
Although his own attire had changed from before, he had retained the style of silver robes, with pale silver fate trajectory patterns embroidered on the hem and neatly fitted cuffs. He had preserved the cool aloofness unique to the Fate Race. It was hardly ostentatious, yet had an otherworldly elegance of its own.
But the clanspeople before him were completely different.
They had been thoroughly influenced by the players on the Forum, their aesthetic tastes led astray.
Standing at the front, Ming Man sported a rainbow-neon afro dyed using the Armored Module, every strand crackling with electric sparks. He wore a black leather robe with an image of Di Nian Evil Spirit floating with arms folded on the back, topped by the word "Bully." His overall look was just like a street punk from an early era on Earth.
Ming Dun, standing beside him, was even worse. His upper body was bare, revealing his tanned bronze arms. His muscles did look solid, but all sorts of strange patterns and words had been tattooed onto them using the Armored Module. He looked downright possessed.
The clanspeople in the back were a wild assortment too. One wore sunglasses with lenses bigger than their face, playing "666" Bullet Comment effects on a loop. Another wore ancient Earth clothing, clutching two Laser guns produced by the Arms Dealer Guild inside their broad sleeves.
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