Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 184 - 171 Eighth Level Idealism Strength?

Chapter 184: Chapter 171 Eighth Level Idealism Strength?

A dense series of characters, totaling dozens of pages.

Not only the Black-clothed Guard, but also the Mysterious Bureau, the Church Court, the Cross Society, and various other powers had all come for a visit and even used the various functions available. He got so lazy flipping to the back that he just began skipping through pages.

Wang Hao muttered to himself, a joy rising in his heart, "The passive income is actually this huge?"

The features of the advanced training camp had finally come into play!

Following this trend, as long as he continued to idle for two or three months, the eight thousand points he invested would be recouped!

Idling for a hundred years, he could even draw a Demon God Level Strange Object and directly split the Blood Demon in half with a chop!

He glanced at the so-called "Miracle Formulas."

[Ten-Complete Great Replenishing Pill: A miraculous elixir obtained by Fine Processing three Immortal Beans, which can rapidly Repair injuries and prolong life. It is estimated that one Ten-Complete Great Replenishing Pill can extend a person’s life by 50-100 years. Provided by the research of the Black-clothed Guard.]

[Rune Flying Sword: A Flying Sword synthesized from three Rune Blades, it possesses greater penetrative performance, almost weightless, and can damage a Spiritual Body. Provided by the research of the Black-clothed Guard.]

[Holy Water Rune·Super: A mysterious paper synthesized from three ordinary Holy Water Runes, capable of suppressing most of the oddities ’above the Moho Interface.’ Provided by the performances of the Western Church.]

[...]

This series of formulas was developed by the Guests and recorded in the Game system.

Therefore, Wang Hao himself could directly synthesize these Strange Objects using "source" and "points."

"So, the essence of this game is a placement-type farming game?"

After the upgrade to the advanced training camp, the content about "Guests" had increased significantly!

Wang Hao could freely adjust the tax rate. For instance, the default tax rate for the "Super Ancient Magic Cube Level Processing Machine" was 10%.

That is, for 100 units of source, a 10 unit tax would be levied. Materials and such were basically tax-free.

He could crank the tax rate up to 99%, taxing voraciously.

Or lower it to 1%, or even forbid a certain power’s Guests from using the machine.

The same went for the other features.

Of course, this also involved the issue of "prosperity."

If the price was low, the number of Guests would naturally rise continuously, the reputation would go up, and conversely, the power would increase.

If the price was high, there would be fewer who could afford it, the prosperity would decline, and the increase in power would be slow.

"Just keep the default settings, it’s such a hassle to change it."

In just three days, he had earned 494 "source," and Wang Hao was quite satisfied with that. It meant that this group had consumed 4940 units of source, and their spending ability was still excellent.

Slow and steady wins the race!

Upon a closer look, there were indeed a few more people near the "Dimensional Space Gate" looking like ants, seemingly conversing about something.

From his current God perspective, he couldn’t hear what these people were saying.

Only occasionally would speech bubbles pop up on the screen.

[Amazing, this machine can really synthesize Strange Objects!]

[Why is this phenomenon occurring?]

[Incredible!]

[This training camp is awesome, I’m in love with this place!]

Wang Hao rolled his eyes, these dialogues were too perfunctory. Were the game’s copywriters elementary school students? Did they even pass Chinese?

But it didn’t really matter, the Guests’ conversations weren’t the focus.

The focus was that the world he controlled, "003241-23-1," was a world that could be destroyed at any time.

For a better gaming experience to follow, he needed to think of ways to strengthen the local powers and fix some major security risks.

Many challenge stages relied on brute force, where sheer intelligence alone might not do the trick.

Just like the exploration team in "Paradise II," no matter what they tried, they couldn’t beat the red-clothed oddities or the original residents of Taoyuan Village. This was due to an enormous gap in raw power that intelligence and information couldn’t compensate for.

Therefore, it was necessary to enhance the local strength.

Moreover, when the favorability of certain powers reached a certain level, he would be able to directly issue them game tasks, mobilizing more manpower to participate.

It was as if Wang Hao had taken on the role of the "Earth Governor."

[Great Xia Country, Black-clothed Guard, ability value 1146, current favorability: Respect.]

[Meili Empire, Mysterious Bureau, ability value 933, current favorability: Friendly.]

[Europe, Church Court, ability value 883, current favorability: Friendly.]

[Russia, Kapsingar Research Bureau, ability value 723, current favorability: Friendly.]

[...]

Most of the organizations were "friendly"; none had any sort of animosity.

"But why would I want to directly issue tasks... to be a hands-off boss?" Wang Hao was somewhat puzzled by this feature.

He didn’t even have any game clues now and had to spend points to buy them.

Was he supposed to buy points for these Guest (NPCs) to play the game? Letting the computer play by itself?

What’s the difference between that and stupidity?

"However, in the future, I might use this feature when facing super difficult scenarios."

Wang Hao made a mental note of this to consider later.

He took off his helmet and glanced over to find little Sister Yue squatting on the ground, busily building a sand castle, clearly having a blast, and not likely to bother him for a while. He put the helmet back on.

There were still several hours early in the day to play—why not have a round?

Let’s do it.

[You have purchased a game clue, remaining points: 7900]

Having money sure feels good.

"Enjoy your game."

"Drawing clues now, please wait..."

The screen suddenly flashed, revealing an animation of a black screen.

The scene was shrouded in blackness, yet it created an illusion of constant motion.

Um?

"The clue you have drawn is: #@...&￥?"

"32425442"??1231?""(A string of incomprehensible garbled text filled the screen, then began to scroll incessantly.)"

Wang Hao’s mind was flooded with a series of question marks. Was this... a bug?

It seemed quite serious.

Where are the programmers? Time for a sacrificial offering to the heavens.

After quite a while, the scrambling garbled text finally disappeared from the screen, the screen shook a few times, and then returned to a normal game scene.

Even the characters on the screen began to warp, resembling indecipherable tadpole scripts.

"The clue you have drawn is: ’Sheep Intestine Tunnel’."

"The space-time dimension of this script: Unknown."

"Please note, due to the influence of a powerful supernatural phenomenon, this script cannot be replayed. You can only experience it once. Please cherish this game opportunity."

"The Idealism Strength for this instance: Eighth Level."

"The difficulty of this instance: One Star."

"...Loading game... Load successful!"

Vision gradually brightened, and Wang Hao found himself in a dark and damp tunnel.

It was like a mine shaft, with a slight slope to the ground, leading into a pitch-black unknown area ahead.

Irregular walls exuded some black rocks that looked like coal.

Drip, drip.

Large drops of water fell from the rocks above.

This time’s main character was a middle-aged man with loose, pale skin. His hands, calloused from work, indicated that he was used to manual labor.

"Name: ??"

"Physique: 113"

"Spiritual Strength: 95"

"Items carried: Unknown package, radio, miner’s lamp, food, and water."

Clad in a raincoat and wearing a miner’s lamp on his head, he stood in this silent and dark tunnel.

Drip, drip.

Absolute silence, aside from the sound of water droplets.

The mere terror of the dark environment was enough to make one shiver, causing all the capillaries in the body to tighten.

"What’s going on, it’s as if it’s the Silent Domain."

If Wang Hao hadn’t been certain he was playing a game and that in the real world the sun was shining and his child was playing with sand next to him, he would have been covered in goosebumps.

He noted the key clue in the game prompt, frowning slightly, "What does Eighth Level Idealism Strength mean?"

"It’s even stronger than the Blood Demon disaster of Paradise."

"And the difficulty is only one star?"

"I just wanted to draw a clue for some fun. Why drop such a heavy bomb on me?"

With Eighth Level Idealism Strength, it could very well be true Demon God level.

To confront a real Demon God right from the start?

And where’s the main quest?

Wang Hao was a bit perplexed, unsure if the series of garbled text due to the program’s confusion resulted in a bug in the game.

Now without even a main quest...

"Forget it, I’m just here for the experience, just to play around. It doesn’t matter if I fail."

According to the usual practices of the game company, with Eighth Level Idealism Strength, there definitely would be a huge challenge looming.

Now, should I move forward and try to escape from this place?

He took a few steps forward.

At that moment, due to the vibration, the radio fastened to his belt suddenly turned on: "Hello everyone, I am the flopped writer, the most fallen donkey. Welcome to our eight o’clock segment ’The Writer’s Voice’ (static)... Any questions about the latest Chapter you read today? Surely, you have some monthly tickets, right?"

A female voice came through the radio: "Hello author, I am your female fan. (Sharp static) I loved your book ’Obsession’ the most. Please tell me, why did you suddenly stop writing? It made me cry for three days and nights... hehe...hehe... (manic laughter)"

At first, it sounded normal, but it quickly turned abnormal.

Wang Hao was baffled by what he heard. That female fan must be a ghost, right?

Fortunately, the voice of the flopped writer was relatively clear: "That was the book I spent the longest time preparing, but then it plummeted, with the ratings dropping off a cliff, hitting the limit down for ten consecutive days. But I must admit, I put a lot of heart into that book!"

A somewhat strange plot, why on earth would there be a TV signal in this ghostly place?

Could it be close to the surface?

Or could the Demon God be this "most fallen ever"?

Or is it this "female fan" or this radio?

He examined the ceiling, wondering what would happen if he could dig a hole and climb back to the surface.