Chapter 1052: with translation of chapter title

NO．175：Players always serve as the gaming experience for another batch of players.

NO．175：Players always serve as the gaming experience for another batch of players

It's worth mentioning that this does not count as overtime.

Translation: "One point worth mentioning is that this does not count as overtime."

——Ou Mo tried to convince himself this way.

Translation: "——Aomo tried to convince himself this way."

Note: The em dash at start? We'll keep "——". So "【3】 ——Aomo tried to convince himself this way."

After all, he was also eager to try this game, but because he recently took on a job helping an old friend meet a deadline, he had to slightly ease his 'login' time, letting the girls go online first.

Translation: "After all, he was also eager to try this game, but because he recently took on work helping an old friend meet a deadline, he had to slightly ease his 'login' time, letting the girls go online first."

He had to slightly ease his 'login' time, letting the girls go online first.

Thus: "【4】 After all, he was also eager to try this game, but because he recently took on work helping an old friend meet a deadline, he had to slightly ease his 'login' time, letting the girls go online first."

Duosuo Leisi, Extreme Ironman Grand Prix, Bopang, Aizhi.

Translation: "Duosuoleisi, Extreme Ironman Grand Prix, Bourbon, Aizhi."

This match is the Extreme Ironman Grand Prix.

Thus line 【5】: "【5】 Duosuoleisi, Extreme Ironman Grand Prix, Bourbon, Aizhi."

Kazdieer, battlefield outside Whitebright Forest, Chazuo.

Translation: "Kazdieer, the battlefield outside Whitebright Forest, Chazuo."

Kazdieer, the battlefield outside Whitebright Forest, Chazuo

Colombia, Rhine Life Building, Suzi.

Translation: "Colombia, Laiyin Life Building, Suzi."

Although as invited testers, the four horse girls also got to enjoy the 'birthplace' selection right that came from having a trainer.

Translation: "Although as invited testers, the four horsegirls also got to enjoy the 'birthplace' selection right that came from having a trainer."

He also thereby obtained the 'birthplace' selection right, which came from having a trainer.

Thus: "【8】 Although as invited testers, the four horsegirls also got to enjoy the 'birthplace' selection right that came from having a trainer."

But Ou Mo still had some surprises about everyone's 'impure motives'.

Translation: "But Aomo was still somewhat surprised that everyone's 'motives weren't pure'."

We need to keep quotes. So: "【9】 But Aomo was still somewhat surprised that everyone's 'motives weren't pure'."

To be precise, it's those two people later.

Translation: "More precisely, it was the latter two."

One headed to an area similar to the demon realm, filled with more aggressive demonic entities and frequent combat segments, a high‑danger zone.

Translation: "One headed to an area similar to the demon realm, filled with more aggressive demonic entities and frequent combat segments, a high‑danger zone."

One headed to an area similar to the demon realm, filled with more aggressive demonic entities and frequent combat segments, a high‑danger zone.

One headed to a place renowned for its scientific prowess, whose representative building is simply the company headquarters of this game's development team's hometown.

Translation: "One headed to a place renowned for its scientific prowess, whose representative building is simply the company headquarters of this game's development team's hometown."

One headed to a place renowned for its scientific prowess, whose representative building is simply the company headquarters of this game's development team's hometown.

Chazuo and Suzi were clearly not acting toward traditional training goals, but Ou Mo didn't get angry about it either.

Translation: "Chazuo and Suzi were clearly not acting toward traditional training goals, but Aomo wasn't angry about it either."

For such a semi‑open‑world game, any way of playing is allowed, and so‑called training is no exception.

Translation: "In such a semi‑open‑world game, any choice of playstyle is allowed, and so‑called training is no exception."

In the central hub, each well‑known trainer is like a Gym Leader from the Pokémon works, and also like the sect masters from Dongyan wuxia and xianxia works; each has their own 'spark of inspiration' and also their own representative training style.

Translation: "At the center, each well‑known trainer is like a gym leader in the Pokémon works, and also like the sect head in Eastern Yan wuxia and xianxia works; each has their own 'spark of inspiration' and their own representative training style."

And the Pokémon world setting is actually a setting very suitable as a game background.

Thus line 【15】: "【15】 At the center, each well‑known trainer is like a gym leader in the Pokémon works, and also like the sect head in Eastern Yan wuxia and xianxia works; each has their own 'spark of inspiration' and their own representative training style."

He came up with a new idea relying on a 'spark of inspiration'.

Although Ou Mo is a trainer with less than a year of experience, he already has a slight reputation as a god‑mandated newcomer, and indeed he has touched the edge of 'his own style'.

Translation: "Although Aomo has been teaching for less than a year, he already has a subtle reputation as a 'god‑mandated' newcomer, and indeed he has already touched the edge of 'his own style'."

This god‑mandated newcomer performed excellently in training.

He gradually developed his own style.

Thus: "【16】 Although Aomo has been teaching for less than a year, he already has a subtle reputation as a god‑mandated newcomer, and indeed he has already touched the edge of 'his own style'."

That is somewhat similar to the freedom level of Trainer Xiqí Feng, but it leans more toward a combat‑honing training style.

Translation: "That is somewhat similar to the freedom level of Trainer Xiqí Feng, but it leans more toward a combat‑honing training style."

This is somewhat similar to the freedom level of Trainer Xiqí Feng, but it leans more toward a combat‑honing training style.

Just as he countless times pulled connections to give intensity to his subordinates, this is not only his training style, but also where his own advantage lies.

Translation: "Just as he countless times pulled connections to give intensity to his subordinates, this is not only his training style, but also where his own advantage lies."

Just as he countless times pulled connections to give intensity to his subordinates, this is not only his training style, but also where his own advantage lies.

Aside from that training of pulling seniors to increase intensity, things like this present‑time physical confrontation.

Translation: "Aside from that training of pulling seniors to increase intensity, things like this present‑time physical confrontation."

Aside from that training of pulling seniors to increase intensity, things like this present‑time physical confrontation.

——High‑intensity confrontation large‑scale competitions, battlefields where life is as cheap as grass, and highly difficult large‑scale experiments that test the spirit—although these seem overly harsh for high‑school girls, if it is a path they choose themselves, then no one can object.

Translation: "——Large‑scale competitions of high‑intensity combat, deadly battlefields where life is as cheap as grass, and huge experiments that are extremely tough and test the spirit—although these seem overly harsh for high‑school girls, if it's a path they choose themselves, no one can object."

We need to keep the em dash at start. So: "【20】 ——Large‑scale competitions of high‑intensity combat, deadly battlefields where life is as cheap as grass, and huge experiments that are extremely tough and test the spirit—although these seem overly harsh for high‑school girls, if it's a path they choose themselves, no one can object."

Except for themselves.

Translation: "Except for themselves."

Scientific research itself is of course extreme intellectual training, while stepping onto the battlefield is an even more comprehensive attribute test. Compared to these two exaggerated choices, the originally regular training intensity highest, like a machine tireless and like self-torture relentless, Bopang and Aizhi, instead appear rather "conservative" by a lot.

Although they also weren't truly 'conservative' to any extent.

After all, the Ironman Extreme Grand Prix itself is an event that prominently displays martial prowess; even before Aomo stepped into the game's entrance, one could already see on the screen the scene of a hundred-person melee, with Bopang and Aizhi dodging through it.

Perhaps this arrangement spanned too great a distance…… At that time, Aomo couldn't help but think so.

"Forgetting that this is a game because the modeling is too realistic and the texture too perfect" does not exist for gamers of this era.

However, Mei Pu Bopang only had games unlocked this year, and moreover is enthusiastic about mobile games with no future rather than actual major titles.

Aimu Zhiji, on the other hand, has always been bound by guilt in the past, never allowing herself to relax or entertain herself, and is moreover a pure outsider.

Such a combination coming into contact with this kind of virtual-reality substitution work is bound to be hampered by being "too realistic", unlike the current Aomo, who, within less than three minutes of landing, had already pulled a heavy iron coffin from a corpse.

The iron chains overlapped, turning the iron coffin into a meteor hammer; the colors were vivid, those being the colors of life, merely about to dry up.

But even so……

"There is no overly rich layered scent, no pupil dilation that ought to exist, nor any pre-death muscle tension; indeed it's still a game, details await polishing."

"What did you used to do?"

Aomo's voice came from above his head.

And he calmly replied without surprise: "Studying, I'm a student, what's up?"

Time rewound to three minutes prior; Aomo's trip was not entirely without a teammate worth looking forward to.

At least Miss Adel. Neumann came this time to pick up Aomo not only to meet a long-unseen collaborator, but also to bring a sheep along.

Short and slender small feet, completely unknown how they support the fluffy body; its cute yet somewhat stiff face makes it look even more like a doll.

It is Duoli, the Sheep Lord, able to create divergent avatars based on others' personalities, and had once left one beside Aomo, except when Aomo went to the Gurrit universe.

"You dropped it," when it said that, a new little black sheep appeared above Aomo's head, "but it also needs an update; it's a pity we didn't see the reason for the update."

Duoli's avatar can also serve as a camera, giving it an interesting view; it is undoubtedly also an observer-like existence, though with an optimistic nature, it enjoys spreading a cheerful atmosphere.

"Perhaps it can still be seen, in the form of something on the screen." Aomo thought of Xi still preparing her video.

"Really? Then I'll look forward to it." Compared to the earlier attitude that would still advise Adel to pay attention, Duoli now seems much friendlier, and it's unclear whether this is related to having seen Aomo's changes.

But it ultimately didn't really come along, perhaps because it prefers staying with Adel, or perhaps because……

"Will that sheep speak whenever I walk away?"

When Lappland approached, and her black wolf beside her also drew near, even the black sheep above Aomo's head would fall silent; although this fits the history of the Sheep Lord being chased by the Wolf Lords, it also makes it seem not so much Aomo.

"Perhaps? But maybe he just doesn't like to talk."

Somewhat shaped according to its own personality, the little sheep, Aomo also willing to speak up to give it some image, but when looking at the corpses strewn haphazardly behind Lappland, dead in disarray, he couldn't help but frown.

"What a cruel method."

"If it works, isn't that enough?" Lappland laughed brightly, showing a nice set of teeth, "Isn't being happy enough?"

"It is indeed the most reasonable mindset for enjoying a game, but is this truly a mindset that exists only because of the game? I wonder——what are you doing?"

Before the doubtful word even left his mouth, the thin blade edge had already struck a metal umbrella surface opened to 330°, the remaining 30° exactly deflecting that blade edge upward so it could not approach, creating an 8-centimeter gap between it and Aomo's neck.

And at the same time it left Aomo a small field of view able to see Lappland's right eye and cheek area.

In that field of view, the woman's gaze was full of aggression, accompanied by undisguised hostility and even killing intent.

"Her condition isn't quite right; there seems to be something here."

The sheep above Aomo's head suddenly spoke, while Aomo merely swiftly retracted his iron umbrella into a blade, a sweep deflecting Lappland's blade light, then in an instant of lifting transformed into a ferocious demon, using the force of instant reinforcement to block with that transforming moment's great sword.

At the cost of abruptly retreating several meters, he completely blocked the giant wolf's swipe.

"There's something, does this game have no teammate protection?"

In the instant of setting down the heavy greatsword after retreating, returning from demon to human, using this carefully calculated magical expenditure as a precaution, Aomo watched the seemingly betraying Lappland and Zaro, a subtle smile appearing on his face.

"Or rather, one must find some kind of item to forge a more explicit pact, in order to avoid teammate harm?"

I don't think that's the point," Aomo Yang said helplessly, "Those two are clearly off—maybe they were swapped, or maybe they were controlled."

That shouldn't be...

When speaking is inconvenient, that's exactly when a silver light sweeps past one's side, and even more so when blood-light forms fangs, ruthlessly sealing off the escape route from the other side.

However, Aomo disappeared in an instant from the spot, and the suppressed moan belonging to Jiedun reverberated around where he reappeared a hundred meters away.

Although I never expected Zaluo's fighting strength, a beast master like him shouldn't have fallen so far.

But his mental strength might be far less than Lapulande's.

That should indeed be true, after all, it's a king and his mount." Aomo nodded.

Even the black sheep on his head didn't fall off—perhaps it is another kind of king and mount.

But the next second, both king and mount were to be attacked together, by a 'Horse Girl' knight that had appeared out of nowhere.

Where did it come from?!

Again, using Jiedun's power to dodge, Aomo had just set foot down when he was pursued by a vampire-like entity.

Is this the Kazdaier Grand Stage? My opinion of Miss Niyan has greatly improved.

I feel something's off...

My inner little sheep actually spouts such nonsense.

These guys appeared without any warning; only Lapulande and Zaluo, who came with us, are moving normally.

Maybe the legged guy isn't worthy of enjoying the NPC's no-cooldown refresh.

Then she's the real deal, but why is she so crazy? Did you steal something important from her?

... It seems not impossible; thinking this way, even her insistence on joining makes sense.

——

Provisional designation, dream machine, at the edge of the Kazdaier Baiyelin trench, an existence as fierce as a deer‑spirit and as stooped as an old man, is placing the roughly carved horse‑ear soldier onto the small sand patch where a simple tic‑tac‑toe grid has been drawn.

"This Kasimir chess piece should go here, then it's your turn, little girl." His voice was that of an elderly man, hoarse as if he were about to cough.

"Why are there extra pieces like a vampire and a werewolf?" Mancheng Chazuo didn't quite grasp the rules of this little game, after all she'd only been exposed to it for less than seven minutes.

After all, the board is meant to suppress those things, so it's naturally chaotic—look, there's also an uncontrolled demon king piece flashing about like a fit.

This board is just like that—whether the pieces are extra or original, they're all used as stabilizing nutrients.

"……" Gazing at the faintly visible, crude demon piece with a crown insignia flickering in the sand, Chazuo felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

I tried to grab it, but came up empty.

The opponent's flashing speed is truly too fast, as if they don't want to stay in the same place for more than three seconds.

Everyone used to think that way, then they died, their bodies pouring out black blood—whether they swam in the sea or flew in the mountains, there was nothing to be done.

"... Is that so?" Chazuo stared at the UI reminding of the little game's countdown, and could only silently pick up the werewolf piece and place it in front of the vampire piece.