Players Invade Cyberpunk

"Dagger?"

Olivia had a strange smile on her face.

"I only have one [dagger] on me, it might be a bit tricky to move it away. How about you lend a hand?"

"..."

Natural Curl's face went pale in an instant, his body stiff as a salted fish.

The originally noisy crowd suddenly quieted down, the atmosphere so tense you could hear a pin drop.

Right... after all, this is the cyberpunk world. Encountering such things is quite normal. Even in Night City, there are people like that. Besides, it doesn't cost much to install one...

"Hey..."

With a smile uglier than a cry, Natural Curl pleaded with Youzi Chef, who was already backing away.

"Two-dimensional, I was wrong. You can have this place."

"Aren't you guys really into traps? Like Hideyoshi, right? You should like this type."

Youzi Chef shook his head frantically, retreating faster than anyone else.

This kind of thing is fun to joke about, but if taken seriously, it's ridiculous.

"Gah! Kill me! Just kill me!!!"

Natural Curl struggled desperately, screaming and pleading, his features twisted with fear, like an indescribable ancient god was behind him, desperately trying to escape this cursed place.

"Kill me together with this freak!!! I can't lose my chastity here, I beg you, I beg you!"

"Hurry up!!!"

"Please, kill me now!!!"

Natural Curl, screaming, suddenly felt a release at his neck. He stumbled back into the crowd of players, looking ashen, tears streaming down his face.

At that moment, all his limbs went limp, three of them in fact, his psychological shadow infinitely large.

And as she released Natural Curl, Olivia decisively dropped the two pistols she was holding to the ground, raising her hands in surrender.

No choice, can't escape this time.

If she kept holding onto that guy, Olivia had no doubt these people would really turn both of them into sieves.

Let's leave it to fate.

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A small-range EMP missile disabled all power and network signals in the camp.

For a regular team, communication disruption might cause chaos, but the players' communication is built on the system network, so the EMP couldn't interfere with their connections.

"Combat players, move up and cover the doctors, distribute weapons to the lightly injured to join the battle."

Wildman methodically assigned tasks at the logistics command post, confident the enemy couldn't organize a significant rear assault without being detected by the frontline and Stealth Department players from various locations.

A small elite force couldn't defeat so many players, especially with the resurrecting players arriving in waves, the first batch already on the battlefield.

Just getting off the troop transport, New Dynasty Elegance heard gunfire from the camp's edge, exclaiming.

"I've just respawned and there's already an ambush. This game's combat intensity is insane."

He was among the first to die at the Valley Highlands, his corpse brought back to Stone Ridge Mountain town, shortening respawn time, though the body was a bit shattered, collected in a plastic bag.

"Mystic, catch."

Rage tossed over a rifle.

"Wreck them."

He hadn't died, merely hauled back for emergency treatment.

"Got it."

Despite the sudden enemy assault, the players didn't descend into chaos. On the contrary, even though most were logistics personnel, they didn't avoid combat out of reluctance but due to insufficient combat skill levels.

But with enemies at their faces, there's no escaping this time.

"....."

Don't Move Squad's captain, Hasegawa Wind, frowned as he observed player movements in the stronghold via an optical drone.

The enemy, rather than succumbing to panic, quickly stabilized after initial turmoil, organizing defense and searches.

"Their quality isn't just logistical; prioritize stealth and harassment, stay vigilant."

"Understood."

The team members scattered to execute their respective tasks.

They're not adept at direct conflicts, but assassinating company leaders is their forte.

"The Cat Sniper is in position, currently no sign of their senior leaders."

"Search the medical area. According to intel, one of the targets, Gloria, might be there. Prioritize eliminating her."

"Understood."

"Fire Wolf, create some chaos, make infiltration opportunities."

"Smoke missiles launched."

Shortly after, several fist-sized missiles lifted off from a mechanical device on a giant's back, heading towards the camp, dispersing thick white smoke in the sky, enveloping much of the player's stronghold.

Then several agents activated optical camouflage, heading towards the camp, their forms almost invisible within the mist.

The agents' professionalism likely outstripped the Chaotic Blade Association's bandits by several levels.

Learning from past mistakes, they preemptively used EMPs to disable scanning devices, avoiding exposure.

Immersed in surgery and connecting prosthetics for players, Gloria heard the nurse beside her, Little Teacher, say.

"Miss Gloria, they say enemies are approaching. They wish for you to retreat with the main force."

"What?"

Raising her head, Gloria considered the players fighting on the frontline for three days, and she herself had been busy for two. From the first player brought from the front lines, her emergency surgeries hadn't stopped.

As she removed her gloves, sweat almost poured from the glove's mouth, as if dragged from a river.

"Enemies?"

She panted, somewhat confused.

Little Teacher nodded vigorously.

"Then what about the wounded? What about the frontline?"

Even away from the frontline, she could sense the heavy casualties and the cruelty of the battlefield.

On the operating table, Shui Yue, recently amputated, propped himself up. Massive blood loss left him pale, yet his fighting spirit remained unshaken.

"Just a scratch, let's go fight them."