[Brother Ni: The most infuriating thing, do you know what it is? This was supposed to be a one-time high-difficulty mission. He just wandered around outside, and then this mission blew the hell up! Blew up! Do you understand?]
[He stole a few rubber batons from the security guards at the bank entrance, and then the vault and the bank building blew up, collapsed, gone! Such a massive top-level mission! Gone! None of the money in the vault was brought out, only a few rubber batons were!]
[In the end, he still thought he profited! Damn it! I’m so pissed off!!!]
If it weren’t for the in-game penalty for attacking other players randomly, Brother Ni would have logged in and blown the heads off the Super Balloon Trio!
Because these three idiots wandered around aimlessly and ruined an area worthy of being called a large mission, it’s like seeing a ghost!
[Wildman: If you can’t beat them, why not just release the information publicly? With a high-level mission, there’d be hordes of people showing up. Would you really be short of a piece of the pie? It should definitely earn more than what you’re making now.]
[Truth Department: Mainly, we didn’t expect it. We thought it was just a regular investigation task with a bounty of 12,000. Who knew it would blow up into so many issues? By the time we realized it, it was too late, it triggered a mission evacuation with a countdown, and there was no time to notify you guys to scrape up the loot.]
[Brother Dao: I heard from the cops that it’s mostly a high-level cult associated with political and financial circles inside, might even be a hidden main city storyline task. It’s a pity we couldn’t seize the opportunity. If only we could roll back the server data.]
[Potato: That’s impossible, in this kind of simulation game, not to mention a large-scale MMORPG, there’s no precedent for the officials to roll back server data because of a player’s mistake.]
[Hu Lang: I’m about to meow with frustration. I’m already short on cash to buy a new implant, and a second-level access chamber alone costs over 20,000. The poor kitty’s gonna have to perform on the streets for money.]
[Seductress: Maybe this game has hidden attributes, and these three idiots maxed out their hidden luck attribute. They should be thrown into the Night City Bay Head to feed the fish.]
The player community was seething with resentment, heartbroken, wishing they could turn back time 24 hours, so they could send hundreds of people down to deal with these cultist lunatics.
They wanted to launch each and every one of them sky-high!
If it wasn’t for the game’s official forum having a [moderator] watching, if it were any other forum, the Super Balloon Trio would’ve been dragged through the mud in tens of thousands of threads.
But the situation was what it was, what can be done?
Try to mitigate the loss, see if they can salvage any subsequent hidden side quests.
[Brother Ni: What about that reporter? Where is he now?]
[Brother Dao: He’s not giving up. Asked someone to help send the photos and videos back to Channel 54. Within five minutes, his hideout and home got blown up by a group of mercenaries. This guy’s clever though, didn’t stay put, took his family, and with the cop’s help, escaped through a smuggling tunnel to Stone Ridge Mountain town, temporarily joining Adcardo.]
[Brother Ni: What about the photos and videos? Are they still with them?]
[Brother Dao: I have a copy of the mission, plan to add it to the next interview materials. It probably won’t be long before the official website gallery uploads it?]
[Brother Ni: I suggest extracting key information from it, examine frame by frame, maybe find some useful information.]
[Brother Dao: I advise you to give up on that, BOY. It’s so pixelated you can’t see anything. Even if you did find something, it’s useless. The metropolitan internet is under government control, all uploaded images are monitored, the control of public opinion is too strong, it won’t spread.]
[Brother Ni: To hell with spreading, just compare with human body images, find similar people, arrest them and interrogate them harshly! Until we extract something about the cult. This task can’t just end , and I find those cultists extremely damn annoying!!! They all deserve to die!]
[Brother Dao: Chill, leave this to me, I’ll figure something out.]
Brother Ni turned off his phone, his face fully spelled out dissatisfaction.
His aunt was swindled by that ’All-Powerful God’ cult and lost hundreds of thousands. No matter what the family said, she wouldn’t listen, like she was brainwashed, directly giving his uncle a stroke, paralyzing him.
Who knew it was nothing compared to the in-game cult, at least they hadn’t started eating people yet.
This in-game world was a damned mess, rotten to the core from top to bottom. The upper echelons run cults, eat people, engage in corruption, while the lower class are drug addicts mindlessly drifting from day to day, either joining gangs to exploit ordinary people or wandering the streets. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel⁂fire.net
Aren’t you goddamn rebelling yet!?
It’s gone this far, and you’re still not causing an uprising, what the hell are they doing?
Brother Ni initially thought Easterners were patient and resilient enough, but after seeing this bunch in the game, they endure more than anyone else.
The more he thought, the angrier he got. He left his workstation, kicked open the office door, ready to return to Night City to massacre!
But his movement immediately caught the group leader’s attention, this guy with a fierce expression on his face.
"Where are you going? It’s work hours. If you step out that door, watch out or I’ll dock your attendance and performance review!"
Brother Ni had long had enough of this damn group leader, palming work off to others, then taking the credit when it’s done, not sharing a single cent, even putting his name on their work, claiming it was for review, strutting around like he’s something else. If this were in the game, Brother Ni would feed him bullets till he’s full.
"Dock your damn mother! I’m going home to play games, none of your business!"