Egg Lord

"Received." Black did not say much, then directly reminded him, "Please prepare to enter the PO Battle Network."

Before Mu Fan could react, Black's sphere seemed to burst into a cloud of light and mist, then enveloped him.

"Hey, wait, I haven't even set up my character yet..."

Brother Fatty sat idly in the rookie base codenamed Salmon, clutching a cup of lemon salted soda and noisily sipping it.

"Why hasn't Mu Fan contacted me yet? Brother Fatty specifically bought a teleport ticket back to the rookie base. This Salmon Base should be the gathering point for rookies from several nearby planets. Sigh, time is so precious... yet I'm wasting my youth. How melancholy." Slurp. He took another sip of the icy salted soda.

Brother Fatty leaned back and looked up. Above him were not the usual sunlight and clouds, but densely packed space cities stretching beyond sight. Salmon Base was actually a space stronghold built into a modern heavy-industrial city. Hover Cars raced through its layered intersections in every direction. The rookies who had just emerged from the teleportation gates nearby looked at the fat man sitting on a huge steel pipe as though he were an idiot. This was a simulated high-dimensional city, with the temperature set to minus fifteen degrees Celsius. Didn't this fatty notice that everyone else wore novice cotton coats when they went outside, while he drank iced soda?

The PO Battle Network strove to create a virtual world incredibly close to reality. Beyond combat, the construction of its various strongholds was a top priority. The base codenamed Salmon was responsible for gathering rookies from planets within ten light-years of Luoqie Star. There were tens of thousands of similar strongholds, and the one Brother Fatty was in was probably ranked somewhere beyond the thousands. Of course, ordinary people could hardly comprehend Brother Fatty's way of thinking.

"You idiots, I'm an expert, so I have to have style. Would a Silver 1 Star god like me be afraid of a little cold because of the looks those rookie chicks are giving me? Would a VIP customer like me lack warm clothing? Country bumpkins." Brother Fatty's gaze grew increasingly aloof as he took another gulp of salted soda.

"Big idiot." A passing rookie saw the exceptionally flashy fat man in a tight little vest sitting smugly on the steel pipe, and those words silently surfaced in his mind.

Brother Fatty selectively ignored the little rookie's gaze. Looking at the light screen before him, he frowned. "Why haven't I gotten a message yet? Mu Fan didn't forget my ID, did he? Then wouldn't I look like a complete idiot sitting here?" Brother Fatty looked again at the expressions of the nearby rookies and suddenly felt that he might indeed look rather stupid.

"If he doesn't come soon, I'm leaving!"

"Beep beep. New friend request."

Eh? Someone added me. Could this be Mu Fan? Hearing the notification, Brother Fatty hurriedly tapped the smart band on his wrist and summoned the light screen.

"What? Egg Lord?" Brother Fatty was a little dumbfounded. He really has no shame at all. That nickname is kind of impressively mighty.

He checked the ID: lb004ljxa778h2671. Hmm, the first few digits indicated a nearby star system. No, someone from outside the nearby systems could not enter this district anyway. Brother Fatty instantly felt his intelligence had been cruelly insulted. He looked around. Good, no one had noticed.

"Hmm, this ID... I don't recognize it." Brother Fatty instantly made up his mind and extended his right hand to tap decline.

"Ah, damn it, my hand slipped." Brother Fatty was holding the salted soda in his right hand, and his finger missed the button, tapping accept instead.

"Beep. You have received a new text message."

"Mu Fan."

"Mu Fan?" Brother Fatty's tiny eyes stared at the light screen in front of him as he sent a voice message.

"Mm." More than ten seconds later, Mu Fan sent another text message. No, one character.

At Boot Camp 341, Mu Fan stared blankly at the light screen keyboard in front of him, poking at it over and over with one finger.

The other rookies passing by covered their faces and walked away. The PO Battle Network truly was a magical place where one could meet all kinds of people.

Mu Fan had actually arrived a while ago, but Black seemed to have vanished the moment he entered. Mu Fan fiddled around for a long time before finding the option to add friends. Entering Brother Fatty's string of ID numbers alone took him more than two minutes.

Then he suddenly saw a video call request pop up on the light screen. Mu Fan was stunned. There was an option like that too?

He tapped accept, and a fat face appeared on the screen, but it was not Brother Fatty's face.

"No need to hesitate, it's me, Harry." Brother Fatty looked at Mu Fan's curious expression. "Also, oh my God~ you actually entered without adjusting your appearance."

"And also, your name really is you. You're Egg Lord. Hahahahaha, I'm dying of laughter. That name is too mighty. Lemon Balloon is impressed!"

Then the laughing Brother Fatty saw Mu Fan's face instantly turn as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"What did you say my name was?"

"Egg Lord! Oh my God~" Brother Fatty could barely keep himself upright from laughing.

Watching the fat man with Lemon Balloon over his head laugh without restraint on the other end of the video call, Mu Fan let out a furious roar in his heart. Black Egg!! Where are you!!

"Ahem, let's be serious. At the very least, I think your name is pretty good. It has presence and depth. At least, in all my years dominating the PO Battle Network, I've never seen one like it. Just imagine hearing the notification in a future match: 'Egg Lord has killed xxx.' How stylish would that be? Pfft, hahahaha, no, I can't keep it up. I give this name full marks."

Mu Fan: "..."

Brother Fatty rubbed his face and forcibly suppressed the expression that clearly said I'm laughing at you. He said seriously, "All right, no more nonsense this time. Check your wristband location and tell me where you are. I'll come find you."

"Let me see. Salmon Base, Boot Camp 341."

"Okay, wait for me. I'll be there soon."

The light screen then closed.

Brother Fatty stood up, rubbed his face, and shouted at the rookies steadily emerging from the Teleportation Point, "You weaklings, behold an expert's supreme secret art: instant movement!"

Behind his back, he crushed an unrestricted teleportation stone worth 648 Star Yuan. Brother Fatty slowly vanished in a beam of white light. That was right, the rich really were this flashy.

Before vanishing, Brother Fatty saw another crowd of people staring at him like he was an idiot... Unfortunately, he could no longer hear what they were saying. Well, nor did he see the person mouthing "big dumbass."

In the PO Battle Network, instant teleportation items like this were expensive. But in Harry's eyes, if one was going to play, one had to play happily. How unpleasant would it be to waste so much time traveling? And if it was unpleasant, what was the point of playing? Of course, no one could deny the pretentious special effects that came with spending 648 each time.

Only two or three seconds later, Brother Fatty had appeared at the Teleportation Point of Boot Camp 341.

Where was he? He looked up. The layout overhead was still that of a three-dimensional space city like before. At a rookie base, there was no point expecting to see anything else.

Beep. Friend "Lemon Balloon" requests location access.

Mu Fan took a look and approved the request.

Three or four minutes later, a slimmed-down version of Brother Fatty appeared before Mu Fan, who stood there like a block of wood.

"Mu Fan, choosing a name like that really... took courage."

Mu Fan clearly did not want to speak. Black had obviously been behind this, but after entering the PO Battle Network, Black seemed to have evaporated. There was no trace of him anywhere.

"All right, come on. I'll take you to the training grounds. This is the PO rookie entrance. If you want to familiarize yourself with things quickly, you'd better go to the training grounds. They have training for basic controls there." Brother Fatty patted Mu Fan on the shoulder.

"Mm."

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P.S. Thanks to reader "Mu Tianlei" for the 588 Starting Point Coins reward, and thanks to reader "Yesterday's Beauty" for the generous reward.

Thanks again to reader "Mu Tianlei" for the evaluation ticket!

(I spent the whole afternoon dealing with the A-contract paperwork. Now I understand why so many authors can only manage one update on days like this. It was so tedious. Fortunately, I finally mailed the contract before five o'clock, so now I can write with peace of mind! Lige could not have come this far without the support of all you readers. Love you all!!)