Chapter 1378: 453. Submit to
“Am I seeing this right, how can there be so many Alliance warships gathered outside the black hole?”
Cucumber Slice touched his forehead, his face showing genuine confusion.
In fact, he was indeed shocked.
While following the fleet through the quantum leap, he chatted with GM and sought advice.
The advice from GM was simple, just letting Cucumber Slice go with the flow.
As for the ga screen showing a large number of warships, and this screen being seen by the brothers Winter lon and Kelp, GM did not ntion it at all, as it seed there was no need to emphasize it.
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This directly led Cucumber Slice to not expect the disconnection zone outside the black hole to be the scene of this event.
More importantly, why did those warships from the Angel Enterprise Alliance explode?
Would this massive, earth-shattering explosion affect the players’ warships?
With these questions in mind, Cucumber Slice picked up his phone, opened the mobile app of the ga, and checked the ga video he had recorded.
As expected, due to the disconnection, the ga’s built-in recording function was unexpectedly interrupted, and the ga video was lost.
Fortunately, little brother Winter lon had recorded the ga screen with his phone, providing material for a replay right now.
The three of them gathered around the phone and watched the video recorded on the phone again.
There was no mistake, the flas and the explosion had indeed occurred inside the Alliance warships.
From the video recorded, almost all the Alliance’s warships had exploded.
Even the Artificial Angels were blown to pieces from the inside out by the bomb.
This trendous explosion, bursting forth like a glimpse of a night-blooming flower, left the three completely shocked, reflecting, and curious.
Just as the three of them were deep in thought about the cause and effect of the explosion, Winter lon suddenly slapped his head and hurriedly opened the streaming channel:
“Right, there’s just over two minutes left until the ga maintenance. That strear should be about to enter the disconnection zone, right? We might see the explosion scene again from his perspective.”
The live streaming footage appeared.
The three of them watched intently.
On the screen, the strear was about to make the last short-distance quantum leap.
Before officially activating the “Jump Knife,” he swaggered, vigorously hyping up the atmosphere in the streaming room, yet he hesitated to press the “Jump Knife” activation button.
Clearly, the strear was playing with the audience’s expectations to maximize the emotional response in the streaming room.
The comnt section imdiately burst with dense subtitles:
“Just press it already!”
“Press it, hurry and press it, the official maintenance end ti is about to co!”
“Hand over the ga helt to , I’ll help you press it!”
“Dare you not to press it!”
The strear seed to enjoy the “praise” from the comnts.
Under the watchful eyes of 300,000 online viewers, he pressed the “Jump Knife” activation key at the mont 18 seconds were left until the end of the maintenance.
“Hum—” The ship vibrated, a sudden feeling of thrust arose, and the spacecraft accelerated continuously as the large miniature quantum leap engine was ignited, bright blue flas erupting from the back of the ship.
The strear clearly understood the chanics of the “Jump Knife” operation very well.
He knew that it only took 15 seconds for the spacecraft to start a short-range quantum leap and reach the destination, so he precisely tid the activation 18 seconds before the maintenance ended.
As he intended.
The spaceship turned into a straight light blade, flashing forward a full 800 kiloters in an instant.
“Eh? Then what?”
The live streaming screen went pitch black.
Winter lon thought his phone was broken, pressed the screen with his hand, but found everything working normally.
Instead, he saw a massive number of subtitles pop up in the comnt section, all asking whether the strear was still alive or if he had disconnected.
Logically, after completing the short-distance quantum leap, the strear’s perspective should imdiately reveal the scene inside the disconnection zone.
But since the live streaming screen was pitch black at that mont, the only explanation was that the strear had disconnected.
Winter lon turned off the streaming loop and then scrolled through the ga’s official website.
He pointed to the phone screen and said:
“The ga’s official announcent says, server maintenance is completed, players can log on now.”
Winter lon remarked:
“That strear really snagged a disconnection reward, huh…”
Kelp added from the side:
“Lucky as hell, but he does have so skill.”
Cucumber Slice pondered and said:
“So, that ans, only the three of us saw the scene of the ship exploding, right?”
The three looked at each other, their eyes flashing with excitent.
This was exclusive information and purely firsthand!
If they were to release this video, it would definitely be a major news story that would rock the entire network!
“How about this, Kelp and I go rush to work on the video and then log on afterwards?” asked Winter lon.
Cucumber Slice thought for a mont and said:
“Let’s hold on for now. Winter lon, copy the video onto a USB drive and give it to . I’ll consider it further to avoid any potential conflict with the ga officials over disclosing business secrets.”
The aning behind Cucumber Slice’s words might be hard for those outside the industry to understand, but the studio mbers like Winter lon and Kelp truly empathized.
In the past, there had been incidents where players posted bug details online, only for the ga company to demand a take-down.
If the video they recorded on their phones also showed so sort of bug, then it might not be suitable for posting online.
Winter lon felt that Captain’s reasoning was sound.
He went back, transferred the video to a USB drive using a data cable, handed it to Cucumber Slice, and then along with Kelp, put on the ga helts and officially logged on.
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