There Must Be Something Wrong With This Game!

People are, well, a little perverse.

When an abnormal option is mixed in with a bunch of normal ones, most people know they shouldn’t pick it, but they can’t help but want to try it anyway.

Little Fatty, who was livestreaming in split-screen, saw the screen flooded with bullet comments spamming "3." He gave Duan Fei a thumbs-up, signaling that the plan was already halfway to success.

The other half was up to Cuihua.

Just like that, the pressure was on Cuihua.

Cuihua, who already had social anxiety, became even more rigid. Facing Little Fatty, his "cameraman," he looked exceptionally serious, giving off an air of "a king’s disdain."

Seeing Cuihua, someone in the livestream chat said, "Isn’t that Cuihua?"

"Holy crap, it really is."

"As expected of Duan Someone’s scummy friends. Both of them are the same kind of trash."

"That’s bullshit. Cuihua acted like a hero not too long ago."

"But he has a bad temper."

"But he acted like a hero."

"But he has a bad temper."

"But he acted like a hero."

Two elementary schoolers started arguing endlessly in the chat, and they even dragged others into the fight, further boosting the stream’s popularity.

"That’s Cuihua for you, a man who brings his own audience," Little Fatty couldn’t help but exclaim.

Finally, after a series of pep talks from Duan Fei, Cuihua made up his mind. He walked toward the three people opposite him, his arms and legs moving on the same side.

Seeing Cuihua approach, the three Icefield Walkers went on high alert as if facing a great enemy.

They had already learned from other members in their group chat that Cuihua was Duan Someone’s backup. The instructions were: if their group had fewer than five people, they should flee immediately or engage from a distance. Under no circumstances should they get into close combat.

However, seeing that all three of them were melee fighters, they knew their odds were grim.

Dying meant wasting an hour, and there was no way that whiny guild leader would compensate them for it.

After hesitating for a moment, one player finally couldn’t hold back anymore.

With a strange cry, he raised a hammer high and charged howling at Cuihua, only to get a faceful of noodles halfway there. He then collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

The second player tried to flee, but Cuihua pulled a Baguette straight from his backpack, hurled it with all his might, and knocked the player to the ground.

Realizing that fighting up close was useless and running was impossible, the third Icefield Walker closed his eyes, ready to accept his death.

But Duan Fei and the others ignored him.

After borrowing a small pink dress and a normal piece of white chalk from a nearby café, Duan Fei and Little Fatty arranged the first Icefield Walker’s body and draped the little dress over him.

This was also why Duan Fei hadn’t let Cuihua kill them.

If they were killed, they would respawn in an hour, and their corpses would be pixelated.

After all, Abyss was a wholesome game rated for ages fifteen and up.

If they were just unconscious, however, only their wounds would be censored. Plus, the unconscious state could last even longer than the respawn time after death—a small oversight in the game’s design.

Although you couldn’t change an unconscious player’s clothes, that didn’t stop Duan Fei and Cuihua from posing him in a finger-heart gesture and making the draped dress look like he was actually wearing it.

A big, burly man in a dress was already hilarious, but Duan Fei took it a step further by creatively adding a speech bubble next to his head: "Take me to the park, onii-chan~"

As he finished drawing the last tilde, the livestream chat erupted in its first wave of excitement.

The viewers in the livestream could see the player’s current appearance with perfect clarity.

A picture of him—eyes rolled back, a dress draped over him—was taken by the shitposting netizens and quickly turned into all sorts of memes, making the player named "Icefield Walker: Atlantic Macho Man" thoroughly famous.

Of course, the netizens didn’t ignore his ID. After all, that name paired with the little pink dress on his body was just too comical.

The text in the speech bubble was also edited over and over. All kinds of derivative works flew around, and the content would likely become part of pop culture, staying popular for a while.

After taking care of that poor soul, it was time for the second one.

After a similar procedure, the second one was draped in a sailor uniform. A corner of the skirt was lifted shyly, revealing a pair of hairy legs. Without any words, the image conveyed a feeling that was at once alluring, innocent, and disgusting.

Seeing this, the audience lost it.

The Navy’s harassment was no longer effective. The livestream’s chat was filled with: "Men can do this too!"

"No, it takes a man to know a man, which is why only a man could do this."

"No, it’s Duan Someone and Cuihua who are doing this, which means Duan Someone and Cuihua are the ones who truly understand men."

"Doesn’t that make them the manliest of men?!"

"I think the ones who dared to wear the dresses, who did what ordinary people wouldn’t dare, are the real men among men."

"No, they were forced to wear them, so it was the others who turned them into men!"

"Suddenly, this feels even more lewd."

After two rounds of this spectacle, Duan Fei looked at the third Icefield Walker. "Are you going to do it yourself, or should we help you?"

The third player glanced at the miserable state of his companions and made his choice without a shred of hesitation.

"Player Liu Xuande has left the Icefield Walkers."

He looked at Duan Fei expectantly, but Duan Fei just shook his head, indicating it wasn’t enough.

Taking a deep breath, the third player looked at Little Fatty and shouted, "The Icefield Walkers are a bunch of dumbasses~"

"Vice-President Nemo is a dumbass~"

"The president is the dumbest of all the dumbasses~"

The second wave of excitement hit the livestream.

’A kid who can read the room like this will definitely go far,’ Duan Fei thought with satisfaction as he watched him.

Patting the player’s shoulder, Duan Fei said, "That’s enough. From now on, if the Icefield Walkers give you any trouble..."

"I don’t think that will be a problem," Liu Xuande said earnestly. "I get it now. You guys are all insanely skilled. After messing with you, there’s no way the Icefield Walkers can survive."

"Smart."

"Can I go now?"

"Goodbye."

Liu Xuande decisively fled toward the tower and then logged off.

A moment later, a message arrived from Lone Ranger, pinpointing the location of an isolated Icefield Walker.

His Eyes of Shadow were everywhere. Although they didn’t last long, they were enough to give him temporary vision, revealing the positions of the Icefield Walkers. He could even take one out from time to time to earn a reward.

Grinning and rubbing their hands together in anticipation, the group headed toward the lone player.

「In the real world」

Nemo was still waiting to respawn.

He was just a Support Profession, and his only means of attack was a Thrusting Sword.

He had thought a mere Level 8 player would be an easy kill—after all, the guy should have just scrammed instead of provoking him.

But he never expected the opponent’s Skill to be so powerful that he got reverse-killed instead.

Furious, Nemo immediately deployed the Navy, preparing to viciously smear Duan Someone.

At first, the Navy’s efforts were somewhat effective.

But after the two spectacles in Little Fatty’s livestream, the Navy’s impact was gradually overshadowed.

On the forums, the previous threads had already sunk. No matter how much the Navy tried to bump them, their effect was nullified by another thread about the livestream.

"The Icefield Walkers You Never Knew—They’re Just Too Fabulous!"

Someone had started taking screenshots from Little Fatty’s stream. One by one, the ravaged Icefield Walkers were shown in women’s clothing, striking all sorts of bizarre poses. This was causing the Icefield Walker guild to become synonymous with gay men.

Some members who were already on the fence started leaving the guild. The members who had been humiliated also began logging off, not planning to come back anytime soon.

Realizing the situation had completely reversed in less than an hour, Nemo furiously slammed his keyboard, but there was nothing he could do.

When the one-hour cooldown finally ended, he quickly logged into the game, left the tower, and then...

...he was hit from the side by Jinghong’s Yo-Yo and knocked unconscious.

Twirling the Yo-Yo back into her hand, Jinghong said to Little Fatty, "See? This is how you use a Yo-Yo."

"My lady, please, you must hit me with that thing just once!"

For some reason, the atmosphere whenever Jinghong appeared was just this strange.

Meanwhile, Duan Fei looked down at the unconscious Nemo and smiled faintly.

’President Nemo, it’s time to pay the interest.’

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