Egg Lord

"Received." Black didn't say much, then directly reminded, "Now please prepare to enter the PO Battle Network."

Then, before Mu Fan could react, Black's sphere seemed to dissolve into a mist of light and enveloped him.

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

The fatty sat idly in the newcomer base codenamed Salmon Base, a cup of lemon salt soda clutched in his hand, slurping away.

"When will Mu Fan contact me? Bro went out of his way to buy a teleport ticket just to come back to the newcomer base. This Salmon Base should be the gathering point for newcomers from nearby planets. Sigh, time is so precious... and I'm wasting my youth. How melancholy." Slurp, he took a gulp of the icy salt soda.

The fatty tilted his head back. Overhead wasn't the usual sunlight and clouds, but a dense, endless expanse of space cities. Salmon Base was clearly a space stronghold built like a modern heavy-industrial city. Hover cars zipped through three-dimensional intersections in all directions—up, down, left, right. Nearby newcomers who had just stepped out of the teleportation gate stared at the fatty sitting on a large steel pipe like he was an idiot. This place was a simulated high-dimensional city, set to a temperature of minus fifteen degrees Celsius. When this fatty drank his iced soda, didn't he notice everyone else was wearing starter cotton coats?

The PO Battle Network strived to create a virtual world that was incredibly close to reality. Beyond combat, building up various strongholds was a top priority. The base codenamed Salmon Base served as the gathering point for newcomers from planets within ten light-years of Luoqie Star. There were tens of thousands of similar strongholds. Where the fatty sat, its code name probably ranked somewhere in the thousands. Of course, our Bro's thoughts were truly beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"You idiots, your bro is a pro. I've got to have style. With those rookie looks, do you think a Silver 1 Star big shot like me is afraid of a little cold? Would a VIP client like me not have cold-weather gear? Country bumpkins." The fatty's gaze grew increasingly aloof. Pop, he took another sip of salt soda.

"Big dumbass." A passing newcomer glanced at the fatty sitting on the steel pipe in a tight vest, looking all cocky, and silently muttered that phrase in his mind.

The fatty selectively ignored the gaze of that little greenhorn. Frowning at the light screen floating before him, he thought, "Why isn't there any news yet? Mu Fan didn't forget my ID, did he? If I'm just sitting here like an idiot, wouldn't that be too dumb?" The fatty looked up again at the stares of the nearby newcomers and suddenly felt a bit foolish.

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

"Beep, new friend request."

Huh? Someone's adding me. Could it be Mu Fan? The fatty heard the sound and quickly pressed the smart ring on his wrist to pull up the light screen.

"What, Egg Lord?" The fatty was a bit stunned. This guy had no shame at all. This nickname was a bit too imposing.

He checked the ID: lb004ljxa778h2671. Hmm, the first few digits indicated it was from a nearby star system. No, if it wasn't nearby, it couldn't even enter this zone. The fatty instantly felt his intelligence was being brutally insulted. He looked around. Good, no one was paying attention.

"Well, this ID... I don't recognize it." The fatty made up his mind in an instant and reached out his right hand to click "Reject."

"Oh crap, my hand slipped." The fatty's right hand was holding the salt soda, and his finger didn't land steady. He clicked "Accept" instead.

"Beep, new message received."

"Mu Fan."

"Mu Fan?" The fatty's small eyes stared at the light screen in front of him and sent a voice message.

"Yeah." After more than ten seconds, Mu Fan sent back another line of text. No, one word.

At Boot Camp No. 341, Mu Fan stared cluelessly at the light screen keyboard in front of him, poking it with one finger.

Other newcomers passing by had already covered their faces and walked away. Indeed, the PO Battle Network was a magical place where you could meet all kinds of people.

Mu Fan had actually been there for a while, but Black seemed to have vanished after entering. After puzzling over it for a long time, Mu Fan finally found the option to add friends. That string of the fatty's ID alone took him over two minutes to type out.

Suddenly, a video request popped up on the light screen. Mu Fan was stunned. There was this option too?

He clicked "Accept," and a chubby face appeared on the screen—but it wasn't the fatty.

"No need to hesitate, it's me, Harry." The fatty looked at Mu Fan's curious expression. "And, oh my god~ You actually came in without adjusting your appearance."

"And then, also, your name is really you. You're Egg Lord, hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter. This name is too imposing. I, Lemon Balloon, admit defeat!"

Then, as the fatty was laughing, he saw Mu Fan's face turn as black as the bottom of a pot.

"What did you say my name was?"

"Egg Lord, oh my god~" The fatty was already bent over, unable to straighten up.

Watching the fatty, who was topped with Lemon Balloon, laughing without restraint on the other end of the video, Mu Fan let out a roar in his heart. "Black Egg!! Where are you!!"

"Ahem, be serious. At least I think this name of yours is pretty good. It's got presence and depth. In all my years roaming the PO Battle Network, I've never seen anything like it. Just think, in the future, when you're in a fight and you hear the announcement 'Egg Lord has killed xxx,' how cool would that be? Pfft, hahaha, I can't keep it up. This name gets full marks from me."

Mu Fan: "..."

The fatty rubbed his face, forcibly suppressing the expression that screamed "I'm totally laughing at you," and said seriously, "No more nonsense this time. Check your wrist ring to see where you are, and I'll come find you."

"Let me see... Boot Camp No. 341, Salmon Base."

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

Then the light screen shut off.

The fatty stood up, rubbed his face, and shouted at the newcomers streaming out of the teleportation point, "Weaklings, behold the supreme ultimate technique of a pro—instant teleportation!"

Behind his back, his hand crushed a 648 Star Yuan instant teleport stone. The fatty slowly vanished in a flash of white light. That's right, a big spender, just that flashy.

Then, just before he disappeared, the fatty saw another group of people staring at him like he was an idiot... Too bad he couldn't hear what they were saying. And he didn't see the person mouthing "big dumbass."

In the PO Battle Network, this kind of instant teleport item wasn't cheap. But in Harry's view, if you're going to play, you should have fun. If you waste so much time just running around, how could you be happy? If you're not happy, why play? Of course, no one could deny the flashy effect of this 648-Star-Yuan stunt.

In just two or three seconds, the fatty had already appeared at the teleportation point of Boot Camp No. 341.

Where's the guy? He looked up. The ceiling was still the same kind of three-dimensional space city layout. In a boot camp, don't expect to see anything else.

Beep. Friend "Lemon Balloon" requested location sharing.

Mu Fan glanced at it and approved the request.

After three or four minutes, a streamlined version of the fatty appeared in front of Mu Fan, who stood there like a wooden post.

"Mu Fan, the way you name things... really takes some guts."

Mu Fan clearly didn't want to talk. This was obviously Black's doing, but after entering the PO, Black had seemingly evaporated, leaving no trace to be found.

"Alright, come on, I'll take you to the training grounds. This is the newbie entrance to the PO right now. If you want to get familiar as quickly as possible, you'd best head to the training grounds—they have basic operation tutorials there." The fatty patted Mu Fan on the shoulder.

"Mm."