Chapter 172: Chapter 170: The Special Function of the Trophy
Translator: 549690339
“Mavis doesn’t know either!”
“Is he not live streaming?” Lincoln asked.
“Nope, he’s playing by himself.”
“Do you have any information on him?” Lincoln still wanted to see who this mysterious person was who could be so indifferent to fame and fortune.
As the words fell, “Ding Dong”, the mobile phone lit up.
Lincoln picked up the phone, and Mavis had already organized information on Roger.
[Roger, in-game ID “Muyu”, former professional player of “Thunder” eSports Club, participated in esports competitions for three years and won a total of 12 national-level runner-up titles in his career.]
However, throughout his career, he never won a championship and eventually retired in disappointment.]
After the information, Mavis kindly attached two videos.
One was Roger’s most brilliant performance in his career: [Storm Moment]
Lincoln didn’t know what competition it was, but he could see the player with the ID “Muyu” in the video, facing four enemies’ nearly fatal close-range concentrated firepower after all his teammates were down, performing extreme evasive moves for 7 seconds, and successfully killing three of them! Unfortunately, he still fell just short with a little health left in the end.
That was the closest he ever came to becoming a champion.
Comments under the video say that [Storm Moment]is the VR era’s Evo moment.
The only difference is that he failed.
Another video was taken by a passerby after Roger retired, and it went viral on the hot searches.
In the video, he was standing at a street corner, staring blankly at a store window, which displayed a screen playing an old video on loop: It was Daigo Umehara’s Evo moment.
Roger stood there and suddenly burst into tears without warning.
“Ah, he’s still not reconciled,” Lincoln speculated.
But if he wasn’t satisfied, why did he retire?
If he thought his teammates were too weak, he could change to another club or teammates, and he might even win!
Lincoln shook his head, not understanding, so he simply stopped thinking about it and continued to watch the live streaming.
Lance had accepted reality and was embarrassedly apologizing to the audience, “I’m really sorry for those who accidentally sent the wrong gifts. You can private message me, and I’ll refund the portion that the platform shared with me.”
“Regarding the platform’s portion, I’m helpless. Maybe you can try contacting customer service?”
“Then, everyone, look!” Lance zoomed in on the screen, showing the audience the trophy description, “This trophy can not only be placed in a virtual house as decoration, but it also unlocks several special items. However, this is not the key. The key is this…”
Lance pointed to the screen for the audience to see: [Choose a piece of real estate to embed your virtual home in the Metropolis.]
“This means that after using this feature, our house will directly appear in this city, which should be…” Lance thought for a while, “a quick login feature for the game?”
“I guess this feature should be standard, all players who clear the game can get a clearance trophy, and then move their house to this city. The only difference might be: you have to buy a piece of real estate yourself before you can move the house. ”
As he said this, Lance suddenly slapped his forehead, “Shoot! I forgot to ask Sloan where he hid the money! How am I supposed to find it in such a big place?”
It’s no wonder Lance was annoyed; he didn’t even know where Sloan usually lived!
Because he took the Speedrun approach, during the task process, he only went to a few training venues in the Textile Factory, and then to the “Fake Daddy”‘s residence, never visiting other places.
It was only when he got the blueprints left by the “True Daddy” that they figured out the layout of the textile factory, but the architectural design on the blueprints didn’t say where the boss of the Alliance lived!
Not to mention, figuring out how to crack the safe after finding it.
No, the safe shouldn’t be difficult! Lance suddenly thought.
Later on, there would definitely be other players who would think of this issue, force Sloan to reveal the location and password of the safe, and then wait for the walkthrough.
It’s not possible that the password for Sloan’s safe is different in every player’s world, is it?
So, Lance left with his gun, and in the almost ruined textile factory, like a scavenger, he picked and searched for valuable things in the garbage heap.
— There must be some, after all, the assassins here are wealthy by a strict definition.
It’s just unclear how much would be left after being blown up by 1500 high explosives.
Looking at the luxury cars that could no longer be driven, Lance even thought about starting over from scratch!
Lincoln, along with the live streaming audience, enjoyed watching Lance pick through the trash.
It wasn’t until Yue Pengju came over and told him that all the available surveillance videos were collected before Lincoln left the experience store with him.
They hadn’t walked far when they saw a nondescript box truck parked on the side of the street.
Following Yue Pengju into the truck, Lincoln discovered it was filled with a myriad of cables, screens, and some equipment he had never seen before, guessing they were probably for communications or tracking.
Seeing Lincoln come in, a short-haired girl sitting in front of the computer voluntarily stood up and offered him the seat.
“I’ve already quickly went through most of the surveillance footage and used our professional algorithms twice, but these people were very cautious, and I didn’t find any clues,” she said helplessly. “Yue Pengju said you wanted to give it a try, so give it a shot and see if you can find anything.”
Lincoln didn’t hold back, sat down, took out his phone, and looked around,
‘Where’s the USB port? I need to connect my phone.”
“You… the search algorithm is on your phone?” the short-haired girl was disappointed. ‘With that little memory on a phone, what kind of powerful algorithm could you store?”
“No meaning to it? Do you have wireless available then?” Lincoln blinked. “Or you can tell me your WiFi, and I’ll upload it for you?”
The short-haired girl saw Lincoln was persistent. She was about to say something, but considering Lincoln’s identity, she swallowed the words and leaned back to reveal the USB port under the table.
“Here it is, connect it.”
Lincoln looked and asked, “Does anyone have a data cable? I didn’t bring one when I left.”
The girl sighed deeply and helplessly said, “Wait, I’ll look for one for you.” Yue Pengju quickly spoke up, “I have one. I’ll get it from the car.”
He hastily grabbed the data cable and eagerly watched Lincoln connect it.
Then Lincoln stretched out his index finger and gently tapped the phone screen a few times, and then just—sat there, not moving!
The female colleague’s eyes became increasingly dangerous-looking Yue Pengju, and Yue Pengju cursed silently in his heart.
you can’t De playmg witn me, can you, little ancestor!’ At least type on tne keyboard a little to pretend!
Even typing a few keys and looking at the video, and then saying you couldn’t find anything would be fine!
Isn’t this just setting me up!
