"The Bureau of Medicinal Herbs has developed a drug that increases attributes, and our quota has been allocated." Aman, with her slender and agile body, lay on the sofa, tearing grapes off a bunch and eating them.
To foster camaraderie among teammates, Menpai, Aman, and Xiaowusheng live in the same villa.
The villa served as their training base, and other top athletes from other national teams lived nearby, where they frequently sparred and trained together.
Everything they eat, drink, and use is provided by the state.
The logistics team analyzes their data, provides them with tactical and combo strategies, selects the best skill combinations for them from the database, and offers them massive amounts of in-game currency, serving them regardless of cost.
The little martial arts master summoned the virtual keyboard and began typing away on the forum.
The doorplate shook its head inwardly; the Little Martial Saint was still too concerned about the voices of the outside world.
"They're going to start trash-talking?!" Aman quickly pulled out his phone, opened the forum, and prepared to watch.
Little Martial Saint is a star player promoted by the state, and his posts on the forum are gold-level.
His post quickly appeared at the top of the forum.
[Little Martial Saint: Directly Responding to Rumors About My Loss to 'Lord']
The forum's frantic posting activity paused for a moment because of this golden post.
Everyone clicked in.
The official rules restrict comments; only players who have joined the Special Operations Bureau can reply to this post.
1st Floor: The rumors are true (Little Martial Saint)
2nd Floor: But I am the only player who survived fighting the 'Master' (Little Martial Saint)
3rd Floor: Only those of you who can do this should stop wasting your breath on me. (Little Martial Saint)
4th floor:
(Oman)
5th Floor: Holy crap, I actually think it makes a lot of sense! (Westbrook)
6th Floor: Thinking about it this way, the Little Martial Saint is indeed powerful. The 'Master' is recognized as invincible in the game. The fact that the 'Little Martial Saint' was able to escape from him alive means he's practically invincible. (Combat Specialization)
7th Floor: A near-invincible little martial arts master! (Funny~)
8th Floor: A near-invincible little martial saint! (Funny~) (Future Emperor)
9th Floor: A near-invincible Little Martial Saint! (Funny~) (Broken Dragon Roar)
10th Floor: You people, don't copy and paste the slapstick part along with it! (Slapstick~) (Extremely carefree)
11th Floor: I'm putting this out there: if a second player manages to escape from the 'master's' clutches, I'll call myself 'Little Martial Saint' for life.
12th Floor: Oman Address
13th Floor: Oman Address
Inside the villa, the atmosphere was somewhat awkward. Aman secretly put down her phone and pretended to be seriously eating grapes.
The online atmosphere was cheerful, but Li Changzhou and his two companions were nearly driven mad with worry. Where were the players? Where were the national team members? They should just find a match!
Under these circumstances, Li Changzhou received a phone call from Aferona in Italy.
"Lord Kurogiri, there is something I need to report to you."
"explain."
"In order to subdue the Mafia, the Church leaked some information to me, one of which I feel I must report to you: using herbs that have become players, it is possible to synthesize drugs that enhance attributes."
"I already know."
"As expected of you!" Aferona flattered. "I wonder if you, sir, are interested in this herb? The other two mafia members spent a great deal of money to secretly collect some, intending to offer it to the church."
Sicily?
"yes."
I'll go there tomorrow!
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