Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 813 - 812: Forgetful

Everyone's talking about us...

Stonemason resisted the urge to look around, kept his eyes straight ahead, and followed his senior brothers and sisters on the way to the mall.

This was actually the first time all the Syndicate disciples appeared publicly outside.

Previously, the top fifty rankings like Lose Control, Tai Hao, Amber, and Raging Fire had already made their IDs public,

while those ranked fifty to one hundred, such as the Witch and Wang Hu, remained anonymous until recently when they revealed their IDs, instantly causing a stir across the forums.

All the players were discussing just what kind of divine group the Syndicate was, and why they were entitled to hold nine spots in the top hundred. Various major forces were on high alert towards the Syndicate.

"Uh... hey, is it really okay for us to parade around so conspicuously?"

Stonemason hesitated for a moment but eventually asked in a low voice.

The Perch, wearing an anime shirt, gave him a strange look, "What's the problem, isn't it normal for players to go to the game mall to buy some equipment?"

But your levels are so high, so many in the top hundred walking down the street, even medium-sized guilds would be shaking in their boots.

Stonemason awkwardly smiled, suddenly noticing something, and looked up ahead.

There, two teams were walking side by side, chatting and laughing, approaching from the opposite direction.

The leader of the other side was a statue-like, strikingly handsome young man with sharp facial features and blond hair—precisely David, ranked tenth, from the Federal Bureau of Investigation's Supernatural Accident Place.

Walking beside him was Dawn, ranked seventeenth from the European Heavy Industry Group—a charming girl with short pink hair and a black dress.

The two were both good-looking, fitting universally accepted aesthetic standards, exuding a youthful drama-like vibe, suitable for shooting an ad or MV without the slightest bit of discord.

But what was more noteworthy was the luxurious lineup behind them.

"Eighth place, Abel; twelfth place, Ares; thirteenth place, Cain; nineteenth place, Breeding Homomorph; twentieth place, AIM; forty-second place, Dahan..."

A passerby not far from Li Ang couldn't help but take a sharp breath, eyes brimming with excitement, and muttered in a low voice, "This is too intense."

"This wave, this wave is called the gathering of stars, the return of the gods."

Another passerby's eyes gleamed as they whispered, "These people aren't on the same track as the Syndicate,

Breeding Homomorph was eliminated by Lose Control in the Realms Corridor,

AIM was eliminated by Tai Hao,

David himself had a ranking fight against Lose Control in the Sky Fighting Arena, both sides battled for over a hundred rounds, purely in close combat, flattening the arena stage, ultimately losing to Lose Control.

Are these two groups going to fight today?"

"Oh-ho."

Wanli Fengdao raised an eyebrow, watching the two groups getting closer, and pulled his mammoth-headed underling back a few steps.

Li Ang also retreated a bit, moved his hand to take out half a frozen watermelon from the sodium ring, used alchemy to split it into two pieces, and handed one to Little Brother Dao's mammoth-headed underling.

He ate the watermelon while watching the two teams, muttering softly, "Fight, fight!"

Those watching the fun weren't worried about things escalating, but as the center of attention, David didn't care much. He finished telling a joke to the pink-haired girl, Dawn, causing her to grin widely,

and only as they got closer did he turn his head towards the Syndicate crowd ahead.

"Good afternoon, everyone."

David flashed a perfectly elegant smile and said lightly, "We meet again."

Tai Hao squinted his eyes and returned with a gentle smile, while Lose Control shot a cold glance without saying a word, giving no face at all.

How arrogant.

This was the thought of the passersby and Stonemason. Perch seemed to notice the expression on Stonemason's face, grinned, moved his head slightly closer, and explained in a low voice, "Second Senior Brother is a martial arts demon, he's been a fierce fighter even before becoming a player, and after getting into it, he trained even more recklessly.

As he got stronger, no one could beat him. Even the teacher found him annoying, so he simulated battles in his mind.

Imagining fighting himself with different weapons, in different settings and states.

Every day he goes through hundreds of fantasy life-and-death battles, and after that, he meticulously reviews to find his shortcomings.

His mind is filled with fighting data, uninterested in the outside world.

So he only remembers particularly important things and recent happenings.

In short, our Second Senior Brother..."

"Forgetful?"

Stonemason instinctively added, causing Perch to quickly step back half a step, waving his hand with a guilty grin, "You said it yourself, be careful not to let Second Senior Brother hear that. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Well... but if he does hear it, it doesn't matter much. As long as you run fast enough, he'll forget about it in four or five days..."

Passersby only saw Lose Control as wildly arrogant,

but Stonemason was dumbfounded, while others privy to the truth, like the Witch, the Lizard-headed Nasir, and the boy in a white shirt, LAN, awkwardly looked away or scratched their heads—

No doubt, Second Senior Brother totally forgot about David, forgot he once trounced him, probably just slowly recalling now.

Awkward...

Silence enveloped the scene until the cheerful Amber broke it, looking at David and the others, laughing and saying, "Are you guys here to shop?"

"Yes."

The lovely girl with short pink hair, Dawn, nodded and smiled gently, "The penultimate round of the competition is coming up soon, and if you don't prepare ahead, you might get knocked out immediately.

The Lost World is broadcast globally, it would be quite embarrassing if we didn't advance while everyone was watching.

It'd let my fans down."

Normally, adding a "you know" to the end of a sentence would seem pretentious,

but when Dawn speaks with it, it doesn't feel off—perhaps her appearance and demeanor truly seemed innocent and gentle...

Of course, this innocence and gentleness were only superficial,

only a fool would think the seventeenth-ranked player would be a weakling.

The saying goes, the pinker the hair, the harder they hit,

as someone using the power system of summoning and piloting mechas, Dawn was European Heavy Industry Group's top combatant, proven in the Sky Fighting Arena and Realms Corridor events.

As for her alleged fans...

In reality, Dawn was a YouTube video blogger, regularly uploading vlogs of her piloting a mecha, with her fan count surpassing ten million.

Most come to see the cute girl, only a few are true mech enthusiasts drooling over her mechs.

Girls can't compare to Gundams!

Piloting a giant bipedal humanoid mech, speeding through space, blasting bizarre alien creatures with beam swords and cannons, now that's a man's romance!