The new players' log-in time happened to coincide with the tail end of the old players' daily gaming hours; hence, neither Happy Stick nor Bull Bull could spend a significant amount of time "leveling" with their good friends and old sisters.
They could only inform the noobs about the various settings and gameplay methods of this hardcore game as much as possible before logging out and remind them not to die recklessly.
The death penalty in this game is indeed a bit heavy.
However, when they saw the newbies brandishing their tattered weapons, wearing shabby escort armor, rubbing their hands together with faces full of anticipation, a sense of foreboding surged in the hearts of old players.
Perhaps the previous "tragedy" of the Bionic Snail was about to be replayed.
"Don't worry too much, Stick Brother."
Before logging out, Meow comforted the worried Happy Stick:
