Interstellar Travel: Becoming a Dress-Up Game Designer

Chapter 51

The guy with the big chest muscles thought he needed help, so he silently took the other side of the net and pulled forward with him.

As the net opened, its enormous opening caught all the fish between the two men, leaving none behind.

It would take at least five princess bed curtains to make such a large net.

But it didn't take long for his pectoral muscles to give way, and the marshal's efforts alone weren't very effective. He had no choice but to pull the net and have his wife help pull upwards.

The players were stunned by their performance!

Wow, you can play it like this?

"Pretty lady, how did you make your boat?"

"That's amazing!"

"That's right, how come I didn't think of using a fishing net to catch fish!"

"There's no way to fish it out without someone to guide you."

"Looking for a teammate who can swim! Who can swim? High salary offered!"

Suddenly, the chat channels were flooded with job postings, and many Space Marines were good at it – holding their breath was a way to train their willpower. Suddenly, players who could "spam" became highly sought-after members of the Qingfengyi player team; there were only those who couldn't, and no willing spenders.

The Grand Marshal immediately sought out the man with the best pectoral muscles.

This player is good; they'll help explain that they're not just messing around, and we can team up.

"Who helped me pull the net in the water just now? Can we add each other as friends and team up?"

The couple kept refreshing the screen while guarding their fishing net, hoping to find the person.

They caught over eight hundred fish in that net, each one more beautiful than the last. Feeling a little embarrassed to keep them all for themselves, they hoped the person would come forward and divide them equally as agreed.

As the two guarded a large net of fish, the players on the surrounding platforms had their eyes shining, with several large words clearly displayed: To grab or not to grab?

The main problem was that the burly man in the lake was quite strong, and I was afraid he would be pinned to death in the water.

If everyone rushes down...

Players on the platform exchanged glances, secretly communicating with each other, their thoughts swirling wildly.

Everyone hopes that someone will stand out so that they can follow suit and charge forward.

After returning, Chest Muscle Daddy first accepted the team invitations from Sister Xunmei, Lele Doesn't Like Colorful Outfits, Sweeping the Tail to Find Jinyou, and Mengdada, and then the group came to find him.

Cute Girl: "Ahhhh, pecs! How did you get that outfit?"

When the picture was posted, a few people guessed it was Chest Muscle Buddy just by looking at the spray-on shirt, but Chest Muscle Buddy didn't agree to the invitation to team up.

Sister Xunmei: "How much do you want for it? Name your price."

Lele: "So cool! He would be so cool if he wasn't wearing the spray-on shirt!"

Finishing touches: "Can I give it a try?"

Chest Muscle King: "I won't sell, lend, or give it to you. I'll give it to you if you catch a fish. The carp leaping over the dragon gate special effect is really amazing. I'm going to catch it again and record the effect."

Cute: "The carp leaping over the dragon gate actually has special effects! Let's go now!"

Lele: "Catching fish? Aren't they said there aren't many fish underwater and they're hard to catch?"

Chest Muscle Boss: "There's so much under the seaweed, it's the best-looking part. Not many people have noticed it yet, we need to hurry."

Everyone was surprised to find a secret hidden at the bottom of the lake, and they were immediately eager to see it.

The guy with the big chest muscles thought of the fishing net that person used before and decided to make one too. He shared his idea with everyone.

Sister Xunmei said boldly, "Leave it to me!"

After saying that, he summoned a large portion of his employees, and in less than half an hour, a super-huge net appeared.

Just then, Lele, who had noticed the chat channel, asked, "Dad, is the player who's all about male gods and only loves his wife looking for you?"

The person this player described who was pulling the net with him—I guess very few people make nets like that these days?

The guy with the big chest muscles checked it out, added her as a friend, and confirmed it was her.

The marshal invited the muscular guy to join the team, only to find that he already had a team, which was a bit of a disappointment.

The guy with the big chest muscles asked, "How about you leave the team and join my guild, then join the team?"

The marshal thought about it and agreed.

"Xunmei, I'd like to invite someone to join the pavilion and the team. Would you like to agree?"

"Row."

The chat channel posted the Marshal's small boat, which immediately caused a sensation, with many players asking how it happened.

The marshal and his wife had just joined Xunmei's team, intending to seize the initiative, and did not answer the group of players.

Sister Xunmei and the others were also shocked to learn that the ship was built this way, exclaiming, "My wife only loves the nation's male god..."

Why does this nickname sound so awkward?

"You're amazing, you actually thought of making a boat like this."

Cute: "So whose house are we tearing down?"

The group looked at each other, waiting for the other to agree to demolish their house.

Xiaoyi Residence is a homestead promoted by Qingfengyi. The furnishings inside have been accumulated little by little over time. Who would be willing to part with them!

Although removing it won't damage the decorative items inside, it will damage the overall decor. And you can't take all the decor with you when you move to a new house.

The interior design, meticulously arranged to this day, reflects my personal preferences; I'm reluctant to part with it...

Removing the newly bought skin means starting a complete renovation. My wife was willing to tear down her own home because Xiaoyiju was renovated with her husband's help. Couples' aesthetic tastes are generally different and hard to agree on.

I don't care if I take it apart and it doesn't hurt.

The people present were different; each of them had put a lot of thought and effort into it.

Even players like Chest Muscle Boss, who only come for the flowers and birds, have put in a lot of effort.

My wife, who only loves the nation's male god, said, "Just take mine off, it's my new skin."

Lele asked, "Can't we cut down trees? There are so many trees on the mountain, can we still display those?"

"Great idea!"

Sister Xunmei: "That's too slow, we still need to deal with it. Let's just demolish my wife's house instead, I'll make up the difference later."

"What are you yelling about? That's my wife!!"

A cold voice came from behind, which would probably have surprised Lin Shuying if she had heard it.

It turns out that the domineering CEO/scumbag voice described in novels from my past life really exists!

Sister Xunmei: "We're all sisters, don't worry about it."

"Who said we're sisters!"

Sister Xunmei was speechless. What kind of ultimate doting husband and jealous king is this?

On the lake, the marshal's wife nudged him, saying, "What are you doing? Quickly put the fish away; I feel a chill down my spine..."

Marshal: "Pectoral muscles, do you want to share?"

The guy with the big chest muscles is busy building the boat, so let's just send the net to them.

"No, you can all take them with you."

He had barely finished speaking when the marshal hadn't even reached into the net to catch the fish yet.

Suddenly, there were several splashing sounds, and water sprayed all over my face.

Before he could react, four or five players pushed him underwater, and a large group of players behind him jumped into the water, those who couldn't swim struggling and grabbing at each other as they swam over.

The Marshal's wife was startled, "Husband!!"

Chest Muscle King: "What happened over there?"

The marshal was forced underwater and couldn't answer. Just as the marshal's wife was about to reply, the boat was overturned by more than a dozen players, who then trapped her underneath.

The marshal struggled to his feet, shouting, "What do you want?! Don't bully my wife!!!"

The Marshal's wife had already choked to death and returned home.

"Honey, I'm home now. Be careful, or you should come back soon."

The marshal was a human weapon with a distinguished military record; would he allow himself to be defeated by a few small fry?

One player arrogantly said, "Robbing people in the game? You think you can reason with us? Brothers, let's go!"

Several more players immediately struggled to get back up.

The marshal was furious. Fishing is fine, but why does he always resort to such underhanded tactics? He didn't know who started this crooked trend; even legitimate interstellar combat games don't operate like this.

He used his fists and feet to kick several players into the water, and then held one player down with each hand, pulling him down with all his might.

The other players weren't as good swimmers as him, and several of them drowned in no time.

He discovered a unique trick: using his breath-holding ability, he could pull people's legs underwater, like a water ghost.

Some players took the opportunity to sneak up to the large net of fish and started touching and catching them indiscriminately. They filled their backpacks with all kinds of fish, regardless of what they were.

The player fighting the marshal complained, "You scoundrel! You want to take advantage without even fighting? You think you can get away with that so easily?"

The players' united front against the robbery was disrupted, and they began attacking indiscriminately. They abandoned the general, their eyes fixed on the fishing net, and swam desperately towards it.

Many players died in the fighting, and new players joined in.

Some of the later players, not understanding what was going on, rushed into the water, and the scene became so chaotic that it was indescribable.

The splashing water tossed the fishing net and the fish around, and in no time all seven or eight hundred fish were belly up.

The player was dumbfounded...

Then, countless peach blossom-effect death message boxes hung above the fish corpses, fluttering and swaying as if bidding their final farewell.

Is that even romantic?

"Aaaaaah, my fish! It's all your fault, why did you have to fight over them? Now look what happened, I have nothing left."

Several players around him slapped his head down and shoved him into the water. These scapegoats who blame others when things go wrong are just trying to drown him.

"Qingfengyi knows how to play games, this thing can actually die."

"Aaaaaah! Why don't the birds die, but the fish do?!"

"What a pity, what a pity, there are several really good ones in there."

Here, the Marshal's wife told Sister Xunmei about what had happened in the lake.

Sister Xunmei immediately exploded, "What! They dare to bully members of my Overlord Pavilion? Let's go, a duel! We won't rest until they're dead!"

She then gathered ten people, packed some equipment, and set off as part of a new team.

"Lele, you take a team and hurry up and finish building the ship."

"Ok."

What a powerful woman!

Bringing the marshal into the team just in time for the death rate in this area to skyrocket, providing more than enough positions for eleven designated players.

The group approached the marshal and, without saying a word, released the boat, immediately casting a large net over it.

The players, who had been staring blankly at the group of dead fish, were all caught in the net in a daze. The Marshal and a few others who were good swimmers pulled the net into the water. The others ran over and started punching and kicking, yelling, "You dared to rob us! You dared to bully members of the Overlord Pavilion!"

"You think you can bully the Tyrant Pavilion?!"

Some players who realized what was happening were teleported home, saving themselves a few minutes of suffering.

Some players were so stunned by the choking that they didn't even think to run away and drowned.

Some of the players were also from the elite player group, and when they went back, they embellished the story with their stories to the group leader.

Wang Nianzong's younger cousin was drowned by the marshal, so he was determined to get revenge.

Over here, after dealing with the troublesome players, Sister Xunmei organized her teammates to go into the water to catch fish. Three or five small boats rocked back and forth, and soon they pulled up several nets, all full of super beautiful fish.