To ascend, I had no choice but to create games - Chapter 231

Chapter 231: Chapter 156: Something’s Off About the Picture Style (Part 2)_2

These three accounts had not posted before and seemed to have just been registered.

However, after registration, they started furiously cursing Lady Tragedy in the forum, making people think he had completely immersed himself in the role of the Squirrel Driver and resonated with the squirrels who had their King stolen.

Moreover, their organizational strength was unparalleled. They quickly called for others to join and soon after established QQ groups.

Each account corresponded to a group of 2000 people, and eventually, ten large groups were formed. Players in each group began to work together to investigate the game’s secrets, rapidly improving their strengths.

A vast quantity of data and intelligence was shared in the groups. Methods like self-destruct sequences and auto-grinding for points were shared unconditionally, from entering the game to how to improve skills, all information was shared without cost, allowing every player to get up to speed quickly.

Ordinarily, players are loose and unorganized, but once they have a common enemy, they can exhibit an extremely high degree of organization.

If that guy was also despicably oily, making almost every player grind their teeth in frustration, then the players’ willingness to act can become outrageously high.

This whirlwind of vengeance did not just affect previous players, future players would also be drawn into the current atmosphere, seeing defeating the bad woman as the ultimate goal of the game.

Kirin Industry continued to distribute products in major cities, which meant that the number of players who could join “Squirrel Spaceship” was increasing, and the overall combat power of the players was continuously improving. Yet, it seemed not quite enough to fight against the bad woman.

Inside the spaceship matrix.

Tens of thousands of ships had formed a vast spaceship matrix, with Sir Big Tail as the overall commander. However, he was occasionally looking to the side, wondering if he should cede command.

In the command center, three squirrels held laptops suitable for their size, occasionally issuing commands based on the situation in the groups.

In the internet age, no one knows if the friend on the other side of the ethernet cable is actually a cat, nor do they know if the QQ group administrator is a squirrel.

After a period of adjustment, the three squirrels jointly led a team of 2000 members, with other players managing nine other teams, preparing to reclaim the ancient instruments and the King together.

Twenty thousand Angel Envoys were continually clearing the Shadows in the folds, efficiently gathering points, and striving toward the final Space Fortress.

However, by that time, just one Space Fortress would not be enough. Weapons and equipment needed to be maxed out, and Squirrel Crewmembers required the best gear.

The formed Space Fortress represented the pinnacle of the squirrels’ military force, but each squirrel understood that such top-tier power was only considered average in this region.

The Squirrel Tribe was not strong; some powerful races could even travel through the cosmos with their bare bodies, daring to confront the Space Fortress head-on with just an Ion Sword in hand. They even wielded mysterious powers that resonated with Gods, and in front of them, the Space Fortress was but a slightly threatening toy.

But even they had to bow down and pay homage when they encountered the Gods.

If pouring the entirety of a race’s strength could challenge the Gods, and when the Gods contended with a single race, they were not allowed to seek help from other Gods.

Yet even so, this act would still disgust other Gods and might likely strip them of their rights to use the Heavenly Tao network.

After calculating the current balance of power, Number One sighed.

As the technical expert of the Glacial Squad, it understood that the situation was very troublesome.

The technology of the Squirrel Tribe was riddled with holes like a fishing net. An incomplete tech tree meant they had to rely on archaeology to advance their technology, making progress difficult.

The Space Fortress was already their most formidable spaceship, but it still seemed weak against a God.

“Our technological strength is insufficient,” the snowy squirrel sighed, “Although we can rely on the boss’s power to replicate spaceships, we must first obtain better ones.”

“How about trading with the nearby races?” Number Two asked, “Issue temporary missions, let the Angel Envoys serve as mercenaries in exchange for some spaceship technology.”

“I’ve already reached out, but they’ve refused,” Sir Big Tail joined in, “They’ve already inquired about our target, knowing that we’re preparing to attack Lady Tragedy, then they flatly refused our trade request. They don’t want to anger a God because of this.”

“Then let’s beat them up first,” Squirrel Number Three suggested.

“Don’t do that,” Number Two stopped Number Three, “They are innocent. We have no reason to do such a bad thing. Let’s just proceed with the archaeology. Launch a temporary mission and have some Angels Envoy conduct archaeology and acquire technology.”

“But that also requires scientists to do research and replicate the findings. We don’t have many research ships or scientists right now,” Sir Big Tail sighed.

“No problem, we have found this.”

Seeing what Number Two took out, Sir Big Tail was stunned for a bit before he asked, “What’s this?”

“Plague Chicken,” Number Two said seriously.

“Are you serious with that name!”

“Dead serious,” Number One chimed in, “It’s a work of our boss. Try it for yourself.”

Knowing it was a creation of an Outer God, Sir Big Tail became cautious.

Even the worst creations of Gods had extraordinary effects and were coveted by ordinary Gods.

Taking the doll, Sir Big Tail found that the Plague Chicken had been made very lifelike.

The look of utter despair in its eyes, the subconscious chewing motion, the body sprawled on the ground, all screamed top-tier salted fish, making one feel healed just by looking at it.

After all, no matter how down on your luck you were, it seemed you could still be doing a tad better than Plague Chicken.

Although it appeared alive, its body seemed to be made of some kind of grass, light to hold but emitting an intoxicating and fragrant smell that was invigorating.

After sniffing the Plague Chicken for a while, Sir Big Tail felt a hundred times more spirited, and the pressure from confronting Gods seemed to vanish.

Looking at Plague Chicken, Sir Big Tail exclaimed, “This thing is great for chasing away weariness!”

“It’s even better used as a tea. Drinking it boosts efficiency significantly, increases energy, and makes fur grow thicker,” Number Two explained.

Sir Big Tail glanced at the three squirrels with their thick fur and then at his own balding tail, feeling conflicted.

Such a good item definitely didn’t come cheap. It should be used by scientists, but he was really worried about his balding issues.

In the end, he had to let go of the Plague Chicken, handing it back to Number Two with a heavy heart, “Give it to the scientists, they need it.”

“Ah, no need. We have plenty of these. We’ve discussed with Tian Xuan, a real Outer God, and she has agreed to provide us with Plague Chickens for free since we’re temporary workers now, entitled to some company benefits,” Number Two said.

Looking at the Plague Chicken in hand, Sir Big Tail earnestly asked, “Is your company still hiring?”

Knowing they weren’t short-staffed for the moment, Sir Big Tail felt a deep sense of loss.

However, learning that they were actually facing two Outer Gods, Sir Big Tail felt that they weren’t entirely without a chance and immediately perked up.

A large number of Plague Chickens were brought here by the three squirrels through a Teleportation Array, and the establishment of the transit center made inter-world material transportation quite convenient. When each Squirrel Man got a Plague Chicken, the style of the spaceship matrix got a bit weird.

Every squirrel seemed to have changed into a Plague Chicken Warrior. They carried Plague Chickens almost the same size as themselves, each invigorated by the fragrance of the chickens, working with an energetic fervor.

The unique expression of the Plague Chickens contrasted sharply with the squirrels’ earnest demeanor, prompting players who saw this scene to feel that the style of the game seemed a bit off.