Gamers Are Fierce

Opening his eyes again, it was still the familiar living room.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

Footsteps approached from afar, and Chaichai excitedly leaped over, wanting to hug Li Ang.

"Stop, stop, stop."

Still in the form of the Bug Nest Tyrant, Li Ang stood in mid-air using the Cloud Ascending Ladder (the Bug Nest Tyrant Armor was too heavy and would damage the floor if he stepped on it),

and waved his hand somewhat wearily, "You're still wearing my skin, you know, it looks weird."

"Oh, oh."

Chaichai quickly nodded. She was still wearing Li Ang's skin, and hugging herself indeed felt a bit strange,

and there were too many spikes on the Bug Nest Tyrant; hugging could damage the skin.

If blood ended up leaking through the gaps and dripping onto the downstairs neighbor, it wouldn't be good...

(Though Li Ang had waterproofed the floor long ago and reinforced it after acquiring Alchemy.)

"Wait a moment."

Li Ang raised a finger and waved it, taking out the Alchemist's Magic Box from his backpack slot and entering the Alchemy Workshop to take a bath, hanging the Bug Nest Overlord suit on the wall,

changing back to his original form, and walked out of the workshop.

Chaichai also put away Li Ang's puppet, disassembling it into parts, neatly folded them, and put them in a box, returning to the ghost form.

"Welcome back!"

Chaichai sat at the computer desk, gave Li Ang a thumbs-up, and a bright, proud smile appeared on her face.

Due to the delay in the live broadcast, the computer screen was still showing scenes of the Bug Nest Tyrant threatening players,

with only the deliberately suppressed breathing of the commentary team in the background. Clearly, the appearance of the Bug Nest Tyrant was very intimidating, and the words Li Ang fabricated were considered to have epic significance as a "third type of contact" between human civilization and Bug Nest civilization.

"The current time is..."

Li Ang leaned forward to glance at the live broadcast time.

"The live broadcast has been on for almost 49 hours."

Chaichai floated up, gave up her seat, and rubbed her palms together in mid-air, "It seems to be much shorter than the original planned time. Wasn't it said to survive for seven days? It's only been two days and it's almost over."

"Because there were Otherworldly Players jumping in."

Li Ang scratched his head, "Otherwise it wouldn't have been so brutal, with more than half of the contestants wounded or dead.

By the way, has there been any reviews in these two days?"

"Yes."

Chaichai nodded, "Since the original plan was to end the Gate competition in seven days,

whether it's official organizations in various regions, live streaming platforms, or various production and life institutions, all prepared with a seven-day expectation.

On the first day, the Special Affairs Bureau's Mobile Detachment increased patrols in towns, dispatching public officials to register whereabouts door-to-door, and schools had to determine students' conditions through video calls as well.

There's no problem with that; Wang Congshan called and messaged, and even chatted on QQ, and I handled it carefully, so there should be no flaws."

Chaichai opened the drawer of the computer desk and handed the notebook to Li Ang.

In fact, Chaichai is pretty smart, her simplified Chinese writing is very neat, and her notes are clear,

also with this room's surveillance records from the past two days, she captured the video of the Special Affairs Bureau's public officials coming to register in the neighborhood for Li Ang to see, to prevent missing anything.

"The situation on the second day wasn't good,"

Chaichai rubbed her palms and said, "The Black Trojan perspective in the live room, that is the Whale Song Organization's four Golden Horses and Iron Horse, captured the appearance of the Otherworldly Players for the first time,

so the nature of the entire Gate competition changed,

from a reward-internalized battle to a competition between two worlds, two civilizations.

From that moment on, the Special Affairs Bureau further strengthened inspections, with TV programs broadcasting analyses by think tanks all day to reduce panic,

as for the rest...

From the perspective of ordinary people, it doesn't seem particularly different, just that the review of online social platforms became stricter, prohibiting the spread of rumors about Otherworldly Players declaring war on Earth,

I've heard some rumor-mongers were caught for this.

Oh, by the way, the Gorgon and Yamjad Bug Nest Fleet out at sea also discovered that military ships from various real-world regions had all left the ports, patrolling the outer seas, with some obviously using Killing Field game technologies.

To avoid exposure, I and Double Blade Turkey had the large fleets return to the trench, quietly hiding,

only letting small bug swarm disguise units patrol the sea surface, which can be called back if needed..."

Chaichai recounted to Li Ang everything that had happened in the past two days, scattered and fragmented,

with Li Ang not at home, Chaichai, as the Bug Nest Priestess, became the primary decision-maker,

she could only gather information from player forums, while also worrying about Li Ang's life safety and the risk of identity exposure, which must have been quite mentally taxing.

"Thank you for your hard work. And Turkey too."

Li Ang sincerely rubbed Chaichai's head, to which the latter pouted and murmured,

along with the Brain Worm on the right hand, the Double Blade Turkey, opening its eyes, trembling with excitement and pride, receiving the creator's praise.

While the two chatted, the live broadcast continued,

with Li Ang, in the form of the Bug Nest Tyrant, successfully retreating, and the view of the detector shifting from the frightened and surrendering players to Michael.

"Boom!"

Amidst the blazing eruption of the Sword of Flames, the detector's lens was completely engulfed by flames,

for a full twenty seconds, the screen was filled with blinding firelight and explosive sounds.

Li Ang furrowed his brows, focusing intently on the computer screen alongside Chaichai,

however, after twenty seconds, the screen abruptly turned black, and the live room was filled with "???" bullet comments.

[Is it over just like that?]

[WTF?]

[Where's my big Patrick? Where did my huge Patrick go?]

[What's happening? Did the super mod block it? See you in the next life, streamer]

The bullet comments streamed by with questions and confusion,

and finally, the screen switched to the entity studio hall of the Global Occult Coalition.

"Ahem, hello, audience friends,"

In the studio, the short-necked Narrator Xiao Huang wiped the sweat from his forehead, "We've encountered a sudden situation,

this is a technical adjustment, don't panic...."

"Yes, the live signal suddenly broke off, our director is confirming if it's a network issue.

Our studio has already implemented the latest time-space retrieval patch,

so even if the match disconnects, we can reconnect to the last frame, ensuring you won't miss any exciting moments..."

The small-eyed Narrator Xiao Sun, glancing at the prompter not far away, awkwardly yet politely explained with a reluctant smile: "Wait, what?"

He held down his earpiece, lowering his head slightly, avoiding the microphone to confirm with the director's voice in his headphones again,

then finally lifted his head, wearing the same incredulous expression, "Oh, alright, we have just confirmed that the final contestant Michael also withdrew from the competition,

this concludes the Gate competition thoroughly..."

In front of the screen, Li Ang raised an eyebrow — he heard the System's alert sound.