Chapter 23: The All-Server LSP Carnival!
The entire Western Wasteland had boiled over because of that huge “gift approval list” light-screen.
Countless players who had just been teleported from the main city, clueless, looked up and saw the line that shook their souls.
【Gift: ‘Purity of the Guardian’ lingerie set x1】
“I… I didn’t see that wrong, did I? A lingerie set?” a newly arrived mage player, Little Hakimi, rubbed his eyes and asked his companion in disbelief.
“You didn’t see it wrong, bro.” The warrior beside him, DingdongjiDingdongjiYiduanYiduanDaiduanYi, answered in a sleep-talking sort of tone. “We were witnessing history. An epic led by the LSPs was unfolding before our eyes.”
“This… this was too aweso! 【Underwear Research Division】? What kind of divine departnt was that? Could I join?”
“Want to join? Too late! I heard their departnt’s entry review was stricter than our Huaxia region’s largest guild, 【Battle Maniac Hall】! They didn’t only check life-skill levels, they tested core values — how perverted you were about your wife!”
For a mont, legends about 【Underwear Research Division】 began to spread rapidly among players.
This previously obscure, even sowhat embarrassingly small departnt suddenly seed bathed in divine light, becoming in the minds of all players the “bravest warrior” and the “truest macho.”
And the protagonists of the incident, 【LaceSupremacy】 and her mbers, after the initial shock and sha, began to experience a strange shift in their mindset.
When they saw thousands of players around them, their gazes turning from mockery and ridicule into admiration, envy, and even… worship, an unprecedented sense of pride welled up from their hearts.
“Minister… we… we seed to have beco famous?” A female master tailor whispered to 【LaceSupremacy】; her cheeks were still flushed, but excitent sparkled in her eyes.
“Yeah…” another male player chid in. “Listen, they were all calling us ‘warriors’! They admired our courage!”
【LaceSupremacy】 looked around, t those burning eyes, and heard the heartfelt shouts of “aweso.” She suddenly felt that it wasn’t so shaful after all.
It was just sending underwear.
They were expressing love for their wives!
Love had to be shouted aloud!
They had to let the whole world know!
They weren’t perverts — they were pioneers of love! Revolutionaries who dared to break the shackles of convention!
Thinking this, her back, which had been slightly hunched in embarrassnt, straightened up instantly.
She raised her head to et everyone’s gaze and wore a proud, beaming smile.
“Brothers and sisters!” she shouted with all her might to the crowd around her. “That’s right! It was us! We, 【Underwear Research Division】, had offered the first intimate Guardian to our wives!”
“This was our honor! It was the honor of all our knights!”
Her words poured hot oil into an already boiling pot.
“ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”
“ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh!”
“Minister, you rock!”
“Glory to 【Underwear Research Division】!”
The players’ emotions were completely ignited; the atmosphere on the scene was more fanatical than the victory of any BOSS fight.
The forums had already exploded.
Countless screenshots and posts, like snowflakes, instantly buried the entire board.
【A historic mont! The first “wife lingerie” officially recognized by the system was born!】
【Screenshot for posterity! I declare today the “Holy Lingerie Festival” of 《Aincrad Era》!】
【In-depth analysis: From ‘public approval’ to the inner world of wives! She wasn’t executing them; she was asserting ownership!】
And then there was that 【Data Emperor】 again!
He once more stepped forward at the crucial mont and, with his perverse imagination, offered the “most authoritative” interpretation of the event.
“Everyone! Did you think this was a ‘public execution’? Did you think the wife wanted to embarrass us? Completely wrong!”
“Think about it — who made this ‘approval list’? The system! But who triggered it? The wife! That ant this feature had her acquiescence, even her leadership!”
“Why did she do this? There was only one answer — to assert ownership!”
“She was using this thod to announce to the entire server: ‘Look closely, these people are my knights. What they gave , even sothing as private as underwear, was with my permission! None of you others had that qualification!’”
“This was a silent declaration! An ultimate favoritism! She had lifted our ‘perverted’ behaviors from underground to the surface! She gave us status! She gave us an officially recognized ‘pervert license’!”
When that post went up, every LSP felt as if their souls had been elevated.
So… so that was it!
They weren’t perverts — they were the uniquely chosen perverts of their wives!
What an honor that was!
“I cried! I’m a three-hundred-jin macho and the Data Emperor made cry! My wife, she… she really — I’m dying!”
“That’s right! This was favoritism! A privilege exclusive to our knight order!”
“From today on, if anyone called 【Underwear Research Division】 perverts again, I’d be the first to go after them! They were heroes! Heroes who fought for status for all of us LSPs!”
The discussion about “lingerie” quickly transford from a pure LSP carnival into a collective climax full of honor and belonging.
And now, everyone’s gaze refocused on that huge light-screen.
The 【Pending Approval】 label pulsed like a heart, tugging at everyone’s emotions.
“Look! The result was about to co out!”
“Would the wife accept? She would definitely accept, right?”
“Nervous! I was more nervous than checking my gaokao scores!”
Across the Western Wasteland, tens of thousands of players held their breath at that mont.
They stared at the light-screen, awaiting the final “verdict” from their goddess.
And the instigator, Mophis, sat in her room, staring at the players’ reactions on the forum, looking stupefied.
She had only wanted a “public execution” to sha them so they would stop sending such perverted gifts.
How… how had it beco “asserting ownership” and “ultimate favoritism”?
And an “officially recognized pervert license”?
What on earth was wrong with these players’ heads?
She felt she could no longer comprehend their logic.
However…
Her gaze fell on the 【Accept】 and 【Reject】 buttons.
Now, the whole server was watching.
If she clicked 【Reject】, given these players’ imagination, who knew what bizarre conclusions they would draw — “the wife was testing us” or sothing — and then they would escalate and produce even more perverted things.
But what if… she clicked 【Accept】?
A sly smile appeared on Mophis’s face.
Simply accepting would be too cheap for them.
If she didn’t squeeze a few layers of oil from them, how could she make up for the ntal damage of her “public execution”?
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