Victoria's bombastic words failed to stir up the enthusiasm of the live-streamer community.
No one rushed to Lincoln's defense, rather they were all laughing uproariously in her live broadcast room, making her absolutely furious—
"Who told you not to prepare any weapons?"
"You're actually pretty lucky, I saw several people fall dead right at the spawn point!"
"Isn't high difficulty normal? Even tough guys are being devoured by wolves!"
...
Victoria took a breather, walked outside the rocky wall, and sat on the edge of the cliff contemplating how to bring in some weapons.
She had tried earlier, it seemed the weapon storage box didn't work.
Although this feature was still available, the grandmaster level sword, the magic hook, powerful fully automatic rifles, even mortars, all went black, absolutely useless.
Otherwise, she would have stuffed the flamethrower and fuel tank into it and sprayed from the sky to the sea bed already.
But that aside—