Lord Egg

"Roger that." Blackie did not say much and directly reminded, "Please prepare to enter the PO Battle Network."

Then, before Mu Fan could react, the black ball seemed to be beaten into a ball of light mist and enveloped over.

"Hey, wait. I haven't set a character or anything…"

…

Fatty sat in the rookie base with the code name in boredom. He held a cup of lemon saline and sipped it.

"Why hasn't Mu Fan contacted me? The fat brother bought the teleportation ticket and brought it back to the rookie base. This salmon base should be the gathering point for the rookies from several nearby planets. Sigh, time is so precious… and I'm wasting my youth. So Sad!" He sucked his saliva and smacked his lips.

Fatty raised his head. The common sunlight and clouds were not above his head, but densely packed space cities that stretched as far as the eye could see. The salmon base was a space stronghold that had been built to modernize the heavy industry. The three-dimensional crossover between the top, bottom, left, right, left, right, and right was extremely fast. The rookies who had just come out of the portal looked at Fatty, who was sitting on a large steel pipe, as if they were looking at an idiot. This place was a high-altitude simulation city. The temperature was set to be -15 degrees Celsius. When Fatty drank iced soda, didn't he see that others wore beginner's cotton shirts when they went out?

The PO Battle Network strived to build a virtual world that was extremely close to the real world. The construction of each stronghold was of utmost importance outside of combat. The base, code-named salmon, was responsible for the aggregation of all the newcomers from the planet within ten light-years of Planet Luojia. There were tens of thousands of similar strongholds, and the number of places Fatty was in was ranked beyond a few thousand. Of course, the thinking of our fat brother was really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Idiots, I am an expert. I have to be good. With the look in the rookie's eyes, would I, a silver one-star guru, be afraid of this cold? Would my VIP client not have warm equipment? Rubbish people." The look in the fatty's eyes became arrogant. He took another sip of salt water.

When a rookie who passed by saw a fat guy in a tight singlet sitting on a steel pole and looking arrogant, he thought to himself, 'who is this dumbass'.

Fatty selectively ignored the look in the young bird's eyes. He frowned as he looked at the light screen that appeared in front of him. "Why is there no message? Mu Fan didn't forget my ID, did he? Am I too silly to sit here?" Fatty looked up at the newcomers around him and suddenly felt a little silly.

"Come on, let's go!"

"Beep, new friend request."

Huh? Someone is sending request. Could this be Mu Fan? When the fatty heard the voice, he quickly pressed his smart wristband and entered the screen.

"What? Lord Egg?" The fatty was a little stunned. He did not care about his reputation. The nickname was a little mighty.

He looked at the ID, LB004LJXA778H2671, and saw that the first few codenames were from the nearby Star System. No, those who were not from the vicinity would not be able to enter this area. Fatty instantly felt that his IQ had been cruelly insulted. He looked up at his surroundings. Good, no one was paying attention.

"Well, this ID… I don't know him." The fatty instantly made up his mind, so he stretched out his right hand and was about to decline.

"Damn, my hands are shaking." The fatty's fingers, which were holding the saline solution in his right hand, were not steady enough.

"Ding! I received a new message."

"Mu Fan."

"Mu Fan?" Fatty stared at the screen in front of him and sent a voice message.

"Okay." More than ten seconds later, Mu Fan sent another message. No, one word.

…

In the new recruits' camp with the code name 341, Mu Fan looked at the light screen keyboard in front of him and poked it with one finger.

The other rookies who passed by covered their faces and walked away. Sure enough, the PO Battle Network was a magical place. You could see anyone.

Mu Fan had actually been there for a while, but the darkness seemed to have disappeared after he entered. Mu Fan pondered for a long time before he found the option to add him as a friend. Fatty's ID made him press the button for more than two minutes.

Mu Fan was stunned when he saw the video request pop up on the screen. There was such an option?

He clicked accept and a fat face appeared on the screen, but it was not fat.

"Don't hesitate. It's me, Harry." The fatty looked at Mu Fan's curious eyes. "And, oh, my god! You came in without changing your appearance."

"And then, and then, the name is really you. You are Lord Egg. Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter. This name is too mighty. My Lemon Balloon Suit!"

Then the fatty, who was smiling, saw Mu Fan's face instantly turn as black as the bottom of a pot.

"What did you say my name was?"

"Lord Egg, oh my god!" The fatty could barely straighten his back.

Looking at the fat guy with the lemon balloon laughing fearlessly on the other end of the video call, Mu Fan roared in his heart, "Black egg!! Where are you?!"

"Ahem, be serious. At the very least, I think your name is good. It has a strong presence and deep depth. At least, I have not seen it in all my years of dominating the PO Battle Network. Think about how cool it would be if you heard the notification 'Lord Egg killed XXX' in a battle. Pfft, hahaha. I can't pretend anymore. I give you full marks for this name."

Mu Fan: "…"

The fatty rubbed his face and forced himself to stop looking at the name. Then, he said with a straight face, "I'll cut to the chase this time. Look at the location of your wristband. I'll go and find you."

"Let me see, Sanwen Fish Base Camp 341."

"Wait for me. I'll be there soon."

Then the light screen closed.

Fatty stood up, rubbed his face, and shouted at the rookies who came out of the teleportation point one after another, "Weaklings, look at the Ultimate Mysterious One, Instant Transmission!"

The hand behind his back crushed any teleportation stone worth 648 RMB. The fatty slowly disappeared in a flash of white light. That's right, rich people were cool.

Then, before Fatty disappeared, he saw a group of people looking at him as if he was an idiot … Unfortunately, he could not hear what they were saying. Well, he did not see the person who made the silly mouthing gesture.

In the PO Battle Network, such instantaneous teleportation equipment was expensive. However, in Harry's opinion, having fun was fun. If he wasted so much time just to run, how unhappy would he be? What was the point of having fun if he was unhappy? Of course, no one could deny the special effect of the 648-time show-off.

In just two to three seconds, the fatty had appeared at the transmission point of the 341 Recruitment Camp.

Where was he? When he looked up, he saw that the layout of the city was the same as before. He could not expect to see anything else in the new recruits' base.

Ding! Friend "Lemon Balloon" sent a location request.

Mu Fan looked at it and approved the application.

After three to four minutes, the slim version of the fatty appeared in front of Mu Fan, who looked like a log.

"Mu Fan, what a brave choice of name."

Mu Fan obviously did not want to talk. This was obviously the doing of that bastard. However, the bastard seemed to have evaporated after they entered the PO, and there was no trace of them at all.

"Okay, let's go. I'll take you to the training ground. This is the entrance to the PO rookie entrance. If you want to familiarize yourself with it as soon as possible, you'd better go to the training ground. There is basic operation training there." The fatty patted Mu Fan's shoulder and pointed out.

"Okay."

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