Qian Donglai moved the mouse and clicked open the chat group.
Players who had just died in battle were constantly spamming the group, attracting even those group members who hadn't entered the game yet.
Warhammer's Most Ballsy Bro: "This Warhammer OL is truly freaking awesome, it slaughters every other game on the market."
Kissing Nurgle's Chubby Cheeks: "More than slaughters, they're not even from the same era."
Blue Two-Headed Bird! Loyal: "I really thought I died, the immersion is insane. That feeling of helplessness watching your comrades fight desperately but get overwhelmed by the enemy, your mind only has one thought left: take the enemy down with you."
Guilliman is the Only Sun: "You guys are already playing??"
Midnight Lord Asking If Your Scalp Itches: "Pisses me off! Just finished charging the plasma gun, and got taken out by that smarty."
I Don't Wanna Be a Stinky Can: "Wait, you guys are really playing??"
Manbun is the Mark of a True Badass: "For real? There's really such a game?"
Kissing Nurgle's Chubby Cheeks: "Not just playing, got killed too. I got smashed by the smarty with one swing of his club."
Lost Krieger: "No pics, no proof!!"
A Bowl of Lobster Soup: "No pics, no proof!!"
Dora is the True Omnissiah: "No pics, obviously fake, just scammers harvesting leeks."
Kissing Nurgle's Chubby Cheeks: "@Corporate Drone Enslaved by the Emperor, Group owner, say something. Or give some screenshots or something as proof, we're being called leek-harvesting scammers."
Qin Yun, who was checking the tactical projection, suddenly saw the group chat message interface pop up in front of him.
"So the ability to connect to the real-world internet is bound to me, not the control console."
Qin Yun was a bit slow on the uptake.
He had always thought the strategic planning room's console was special.
Turns out, he was the special one.
Qin Yun glanced back and saw that the players resting behind him didn't notice the popped-up chat group interface.
"Probably only I can see it."
Qin Yun shrugged and started replying to the group chat messages.
Corporate Drone Enslaved by the Emperor: "OK, here's some video."
Qin Yun accessed the surveillance footage from the path between the strategic planning room and the tactical projection hall.
He captured a few segments of the footage and uploaded them to the group.
The quality was a bit blurry, but you could see the players' faces and hear the dialogue.
The videos captured were all highlights.
Especially the segment of the players fighting the Chaos Ogryns, uploaded in full, not a single frame deleted.
As the videos were sent, the group fell silent.
The previous skeptical voices vanished.
"This is a game? Not a filmed movie? It's so realistic?"
"The blood, the dismembered bodies... this would be R-rated, right?"
"It looks so exciting!"
"Who was that, charging the Chaos Ogryn with Melta bombs, shouting 'For the Emperor'? That was way more hype than any fight scene."
Blue Double-Headed Bird! Loyalty: "That was me. The immersion in this game is too good. I forgot it was a game at the time, guys, don't laugh."
"Awesome, just watching gets my blood boiling."
"My heavens, a dream come true!!"
"What boy hasn't fantasized about being in a desperate situation, then sacrificing himself heroically for victory. This is my dream game! Give me a pre-registration slot now, or I'll sue all the way to Terra!"
"Fake, must be fake, I don't believe it unless you give me a pre-registration slot."
"Looks so intense!"
"Give me a game slot! In life, I am the Emperor's man; in death, I am the Emperor's dead man."
"Emperor: Sorry, I'm a cold-hearted playboy, you're just my currency."
"Calling the Inquisition, request Exterminatus for the guy above."
"Group owner, when will new pre-registration slots be available? The Regent needs to return to his loyal Imperium."
A Bowl of Lobster Soup: "As a tabletop player who owns the entire Astra Militarum army for Warhammer 40k, a glorious currency of the Emperor, not letting me play this game... Group owner, you are not loyal."
Corporate Drone Enslaved by the Emperor: "Everyone, don't rush. I'll go ask the boss later to see when new slots will be released. Busy with something now, chat amongst yourselves."
"Writhing and crawling in darkness and distortion, I need to get into the game, I need to get into the game."
"Even though I haven't played it yet, I think I'm already suffering from withdrawal. Let me play the game quickly."
Output to Slaanesh Ten Times a Night: "Pre-registration slots won't be available for a while. How about I share my insights with you all first?"
Warhammer's Most Ballsy Bro: "Agree."
"Agree +1."
"Agree +1."
Output to Slaanesh Ten Times a Night: "@Corporate Drone Enslaved by the Emperor, Can you help mute the chat? I type relatively slowly. If I get interrupted often, I tend to make mistakes."
Qin Yun glanced at the group info and casually enabled mute.
He also promoted "Output to Slaanesh Ten Times a Night" to admin.
Output to Slaanesh Ten Times a Night: "Thank you for the trust, Group Owner. I will definitely be a good admin. Now let me tell you all some information about Warhammer OL, so when you enter the game, you can get up to speed quickly."
"First, the background. Warhammer OL's setting is likely in the Time of Ending after the 13th Black Crusade. That means the Fortress World of Cadia has fallen, the Eye of Terror has expanded, the entire galaxy is torn open, and the Imperium of Man is split in two."
"The player's starting point is a Luna-class warship named Imperial Glory. Our identity is 'Chosen of the Emperor', which is why we can resurrect at the shrine and enhance our strength."
"Honestly, this design is great, perfectly reflecting that the Emperor is the fifth Chaos God, and we are His daemonic minions. As for the Emperor's domain, naturally it's the entire Imperium."
"At this stage, our task is to reclaim the Imperial Glory, this Chaos-tainted Luna-class battleship. The NPC leading us is a Living Saint of the Emperor. He calls himself the Guide, has very high intelligence, and also possesses GM privileges."
"The game world is very realistic. Whether it's lighting effects or five-senses interaction, it's all perfect, reaching 100%, with no bugs or flaws to be found, giving a feeling of a real world."
"As for freedom, it can be said to be a 100% sandbox RPG. You can do anything you want. Carry heavy weapons like Little Chubby to kill monsters, or strap on Melta bombs like Old Bird and launch a suicidal attack."
"The tasks in this game might be one-time only. Because I noticed something: things changed or consumed by players do not refresh or reset. Even the enemies are like that; dead is dead, they don't respawn like in other games."
"That is to say, most monsters and NPCs are probably one-time. Once killed, they're really gone."
"The group owner said that you can play as a Rogue Trader, an Astartes, a Tech-Priest, or even a Titan Princeps. Obviously, one ship can't support all those roles, which means the map must be at least a star system, maybe even a whole sector."
"Later on, they might add farming mechanics too, become a planetary governor, develop your world, or become a Tech-Priest and advance technology."
"As for pain, it seems there's a cap. When I died, it felt like stubbing my toe. Really painful, but manageable."
"…"
That night, he pumped out ten rounds of spicy content and wrote thousands of words with flair.
A full breakdown of all the possible gameplay styles in Warhammer OL, his analysis made the group even more hyped.
In front of the screen, Qian Donglai let out a long breath after finishing his write-up.
Then, he lifted the group's mute ban.
Messages exploded instantly.
"This game is insane!"
"Damn, my withdrawal symptoms just got worse."
"I'm playing Warhammer OL! I'm gonna be a Magos! I'll hoard resources! I'll build the Colossus! I'll build halos! I'll build a Dyson Sphere!"
"Hurry up and let me become the Emperor's currency!"
"The God Machine marches forth, burning the galaxy, noble knights are the true stars of the battlefield!"
"Quick, I'm dying here. I desperately need a Warhammer OL pre-registration slot to survive."
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Qin Yun glanced at the flashing group chat icon.
Plenty of people were trying to add him as a friend, hoping to sweet-talk their way into a test slot.
He ignored them and instead checked the loot from his last battle.