Chapter 1 A Mid-Journey Quitting

[You have quit the script midway. You will not be able to join any queues for twenty minutes.]

[Due to quitting midway, you will not receive any rewards.]

These two lines were displayed on the screen in the login space.

Not long after the Derivate disappeared, Copernicus and Galileo naturally noticed. They excitedly brought Yongzhe Wudi and Ye Zhi back to the mountaintop, originally intending to praise Feng Bujue's brilliant tactic of using the protagonist's halo to deal with the Derivate.

But Feng Bujue told them that the Derivate had not been eliminated, but had disappeared on its own. Meng Jingchan, who had witnessed the process from afar, also corroborated his claim. The two GMs were stunned again, unsure of how to write the report. They had never encountered a Derivate escaping from a script before. This could be a major event...

In any case, the group didn't exchange much more. The players exited the script one after another. After all, GMs had a certain obligation to maintain confidentiality. If necessary, they could talk to Feng Bujue separately, without discussing it in front of members of a large studio like Order.

About twenty minutes after exiting the script, Meng Jingchan and the others, who were still online, heard a strange system voice prompt: [The script you were previously in has been closed due to an error of unknown origin.]

That's a story for later. Right now, Feng Bujue was quite depressed.

Let's take a look at how Jue-Ge's stats changed after this script.

Title: [Story Explorer], 1343618000, Skill Points: 2637, Game Coins: 326800.

Specializations: General D, Machinery D, Investigation E, Fighting D, Shooting D, Medical F, Spiritual E, Summoning nA

Inventory 5/10: Mario's Pipe Wrench, Flashlight, Folding Stool ***-500 (1920), Anti-Gravity Catapult.

Equipment: Jazz Dance, Death Poker (spiritual weapon), Echo Armor.

Space 3/10: Puzzle Card - Monkey, Puzzle Card - Sunglasses, Proserpina's Vacuum Cleaner.

Skills: [Hasty Repair], [Spirit Gathering Technique], [Winning Strategy]

He spent nearly two hours of game time, and not only did he not gain any experience or game coins, but the loss of equipment and skills this time was truly crippling. Not to mention the two health potions, he could just consider them as having been drunk himself, but what about those four pieces of equipment...

The equipment requirement for [Eye of Hatred] was that the character's level must be less than or equal to 20, and it could not be traded after being picked up. After leveling up this piece of defensive gear two more times, it could basically be sold in the store, so Feng Bujue wasn't too heartbroken. But besides that, the other few items, [Casey Jones' Mask], that godlike effect of adding one level to Fighting specialization was gone. Feng Bujue had a fierce battle with a super strong guy like K3-Hematite, and his real Fighting specialization had also risen to D. If the mask was still there, then its effect: [When equipped, the player's Fighting specialization is considered to be one level higher than the actual level, but does not exceed C level] would have allowed Feng Bujue's Fighting specialization to directly reach C. What a leap that would have been, even stronger than Si Yu, right?

Also, [Robots Must Die] only lasted for one script, and the number of souls under its blade was still in the single digits. The knife had reached the end of its lifespan itself. It was obtained with skill points!

In addition, the [M1911A1 Pistol] was Feng Bujue's only firearms weapon, and he had quite a few magazines in his pocket, which were also bought with game coins. Magazines were store goods, and selling them directly back to the store would be a huge loss, less than one-tenth of the original price. Listing them on the auction house... Even if they were listed at 70% of the price, they might not sell. After all, the bullets had to match the gun. Besides, for this kind of miscellaneous item, people might not see it even after flipping through dozens of pages. Listing it would just be paying a handling fee.

He could only comfort himself... The mask was gone, so be it, his current Fighting specialization was also D; the steel knife was gone, so be it, he had also gained 237 skill points during the script, which could be considered as recovering some of the losses; the gun was gone, so be it, he could just throw the bullets into the store. He now had the [Anti-Gravity Catapult] anyway. Even if this weapon could only launch one object at a time, and taking it out in most scripts might make NPCs think he was crazy, it could still be considered a ranged attack method, right? What if there was a Nokia store in that script, and with this weapon, he could take down even a Gundam, right?

Besides, the gains from this script weren't nonexistent. At least the spiritual weapon had been upgraded. The Death Poker now had four effects. How far away would the fifth and sixth be? Moreover, he had also tested that the ***-500 was powerful enough to repair severed limbs. Overall, there were gains and losses.

While Feng Bujue was still convincing himself, a prompt suddenly popped up on the touchscreen. He originally thought it was a GM contacting him, but when he looked up, he found that it was Long-Ge who had sent a communication request.

After pressing confirm, Long Aomin's voice rang out in the communication channel: "Hey, Mad Brother, long time no see."

"Hehe... It's only been a few days, actually," Feng Bujue replied with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah, this game messes with your sense of time," Long Aomin also laughed. "I just came out of a script and saw that you were also [Idle]. How about it, want to queue up together?"

"Uh... Actually, I just rage quit, so I can't enter the queue right now," Feng Bujue replied.

"Eh? What's wrong? You would actually rage quit?" Long Aomin asked in confusion. "Did you encounter some terrible teammates?"

"It's a long story, let's not talk about it," Feng Bujue replied. This eight-character perfunctory mantra was always effective.

Long Aomin laughed heartily a few times and wisely didn't continue to ask.

Feng Bujue seized the opportunity to change the topic: "By the way, Long-Ge, do you remember Si Yu Ruo Li and Bei Ling Xiaogu?"

"I remember, those two heroines from the haunted house script, right? They've added me as a friend," Long Aomin replied.

"They, me, and Xiao Tan, started a club," Feng Bujue said. "Long-Ge, are you interested..."

"Ah, sorry, I'm already in a club," Long Aomin interrupted before Feng Bujue could finish. He politely declined and explained, "My club is all my colleagues from work playing together. Sorry, I can't join your side."

"Oh, it's okay, it doesn't affect us queuing up for scripts together," Feng Bujue replied. He didn't sense anything unusual. Most people who played games would bring along one or two friends from real life, and online games in the future being a form of social interaction in the office was also very common.

However... Long Aomin's club was actually quite unusual. He said that the club was all his colleagues from work... That wasn't wrong, but they weren't colleagues from the same police station as him.

Long Aomin had recently been transferred to work in the cyber police department, and his club was clearly... an outpost-like organization. Long Aomin had been injured before, and had practical difficulties with fieldwork. Making him sit in the office would have been a waste of talent, so... he was transferred to this rather suitable position.