Chapter 1252 (1/2)

Chapter 1252: 402. Access System

The person who emerged from the combat cabin was tall, standing at a net height of about one meter eighty.

He was clad in power armor with evident repair marks. The armor sported numerous places patched up with metal skins, green in some spots, purple in others, looking both poverty-stricken and shabby.

Noland Lee estimated that he had likely run into one of those professional players who focused on exploration and reputation grinding with factions.

Since it was all for the sake of story exploration, as long as the storyline was acceptable, there was no need to splurge on equipment.

Noland’s gaze lingered on the man’s face.

The man’s head was covered by a power helmet with a transparent glass cover, which had a searchlight emitting light from within.

The halo of the searchlight barely illuminated the man’s face, which appeared to be about thirty years old, ordinary-looking, not particularly handsome but remarkably calm and composed, exuding courage.

Even when facing Noland Lee, a “little boss” whose depth was unknown, the man remained poised and collected.

In this, the indestructible nature characteristic of a player was his greatest reliance.

The player commander stopped about thirty meters from Noland Lee.

He pulled an iron box out of the armor pocket on his chest.

After pressing a button on the box, he aimed it at Noland Lee and said:

“Greetings, honored elder of the Prayer for the dead. We apologize for our previous offense and ask for your forgiveness for our impolite actions.”

The iron box was a simultaneous translator.

The words spoken by the player commander were translated by the box into the language of the Prayer for the dead and played back.

“We are legal interstellar mercenaries from the Dikaga Federation. Not long ago, we accepted a contract from the United Bureau’s command division to investigate a mysterious signal being emitted from the Lisom-13 Planet. I am one of the commanders for this mission…”

The player commander paused at this point, his complexion turning somewhat strange, evidently feeling a bit awkward.

Almost one second passed before he continued:

“I am one of the acting commanders for this mission, captain of the interstellar mercenary squad, Crisp Cucumber Slice.”

Ha.

Noland Lee almost laughed out loud.

Had these players never considered that one day they would have to introduce themselves to significant NPCs when picking names for their characters?

What serious person would name themselves “Crisp Cucumber Slice”?

Clearly, the player commander also knew his name was not suited for polite society, so he decided to go all in, converting his personal embarrassment into a collective discomfort.

“I have also brought my teammates: Crunchy Potato Sticks, Sweet Strawberry Juice, Tangy Lemon Water…”

The player commander mentioned each of his teammates in turn, triggering a wave of snark from within the combat cabin.