Super Righteous Player
Chapter 36 - 35 Can Other Plans Be Achieved?_1

Chapter 36: Chapter 35 Can Other Plans Be Achieved?_1

"This is the best blacksmith shop in town; if your weapons are damaged, remember to come here for maintenance."

"You can buy breakfast from here tomorrow. The baker here used to be from the Royal Capital, and their skills are very good."

"This is the place to buy clothes. It’s about to snow, so you should also prepare your winter clothes. If you don’t like the styles here, there’s another shop on the street ahead."

"This is Lanrou Pub. They sell a type of bitter beer called ’Danifni’ that’s said to be brewed from charred barley. It’s very nutritious and a specialty of Frostwater Harbor. You can try it, but don’t drink too much."

"This is..."

Riding on horseback, Annan was introducing various "special buildings" in Frostwater Harbor to the players following him, as if he were a tour guide, just like an old Beihai resident who had lived in Frostwater Harbor for a long time.

But of course, that was impossible. He had arrived here less than three days ago.

The reason was that Annan knew in advance that the players were coming, so he had specifically asked his senior Salvatore.

At this time, no player dared to be distracted by checking the forums.

They concentrated their attention, looking around and trying hard to memorize the route from the city gate as well as the locations of the key buildings.

Annan understood well; he was well aware of which buildings the players cared about, so his questions were very targeted. His introductions to the players now always hit the nail on the head.

What the players particularly cared about were simply the places to buy consumables, the places to purchase and maintain weapons and armor, the places to take on tasks and gather information, and the places they could stay in themselves.

As for other places, the players were neither concerned about nor had an urgent need for them, so Annan hadn’t even asked about them. He decided not to introduce them for the time being, leaving them as an easter egg for the players to discover on their own.

When Annan had previously set the players’ permissions, he also learned that the players entered this world in a completely different way from himself—they were drawn in purely as consciousness, while their real bodies were in Deep Sleep in another world.

When they logged off, their bodies here would lose consciousness and go into Deep Sleep.

It was like a soul traveling back and forth between two bodies.

To prevent the situation where someone would suddenly collapse while fighting monsters and then continue to die endlessly after resurrection, Annan specifically set the permission so that you could only log off in an "area safe enough to sleep peacefully"... To be more precise, you had to be lying in a bed within a safe area to log off.

The materials consumed by the players when creating their characters came from Annan’s side. That’s why Annan could adjust the pain sensitivity of their bodies.

Considering they lived in a peaceful world, Annan, to prevent them from fearing battle, had the pain sensitivity set by default to one-third and activated "combat instinct" for them, making their first fights not look too foolish.

If they completely overpowered their enemies, couldn’t feel much pain, and could fight like veteran soldiers, combined with their own understanding of the game... If they still couldn’t complete the initial tasks,

Then Annan would disband this group of failures outright and recruit again.

Recruiting players was not without cost for Annan, but the cost was so low that he was temporarily completely unconcerned about it.

Every time he summoned or resurrected players, his system’s backend interface showed a "Materials Consumed" value that would rise. Summoning players consumed more materials, while the materials for resurrection were negligible—after all, in a sense, the players hadn’t really died.

When they died, their bodies would turn to black ash, crumble, and dissolve. Then they would drift to another safe place and reform.

The problem was, this "Materials Consumed" seemed to have no upper limit.

In Annan’s system backend page, there was no attribute for "remaining materials."

It was as if it could accrue an infinite debt.

Like a cat-version Mario, life could continue to decrease into the negatives and still keep dropping...

When the players had just been summoned, "Materials Consumed" had risen to 40. But after the players entered this world, this bright red number kept fluctuating, chopping down piece by piece, and within a few seconds had dropped back down to 0.

And every time a player died, it would jump to 1 and then immediately return to 0.

This was also why Annan decisively imposed a resurrection restriction on the players.

Although he didn’t understand the mechanism behind this or what materials it consumed, it was better to save them for now...

The cost of resurrection was indeed very low for Annan; ten people dying at the same time wouldn’t even raise it by one whole number. But if in the future there were many more players, and none of them valued their own lives... Annan might start to run a deficit then.

Considering the future, Annan decided right away to instill the habit of valuing life in players from the beginning.

Although the plan was strong, it was very cautious:

If you die, I might lose out...

So all I need to do is make it a bigger loss for you to die, so you won’t cause me to lose out.

Annan’s logic was very clear and practical.

Resurrection was a very convenient privilege; if all players were afraid of death, they would be like a broken sword with a bent blade, utterly non-threatening.

The players’ arrogance, persistence, and fearlessness were all predicated on the fact that they could resurrect after death. So Annan had just added a shackle to make them care more about their lives and not die carelessly, but he did not prohibit this "save and load" mechanism.

That was good enough.

Players are highly adaptable. In different games, they have different levels of focus and adopt different survival/battle strategies.

If it really comes down to it... just use the first mission as a filtering process.

A thought struck Annan, and he added a rule:

From now on, any player who fails the initial mission will be deemed incapable of surviving in this world and be kicked out of the game immediately.

After all, he could only recruit a limited number of players at the moment. Although the players all had a certain degree of potential for growth, clearly Annan understood the relationship between them very well:

It was they who pleaded with Annan to let them in, not the other way around.

Could any other strategist manage that?!

"...This is the temple of the ’Silver Baron,’ the God of Trade. If you have any wounds, you can come here to be treated, but remember to bring money. Before the silver coin, everyone is equal."

Annan introduced the last building that the players needed to take note of, then breathed a sigh of relief and casually added, "Next up is your accommodation..."

"Before the silver coin, everyone is equal—that’s a good saying; I’ll remember that."

A gentle voice suddenly sounded beside Annan.

It was Priest Louis.

Does this guy walk without making a sound...

Annan quickly reacted, nodding respectfully to the tall young priest: "Silver Baron above... Peace be with you, Priest Louis. I didn’t expect you to be up so early."

Seeing that Annan was so polite to him, Louis was also a bit surprised.

After all, generally, the church and the lord are in a competitive relationship, mutually restraining each other. Even Salvatore, the temporary mayor, chose to avoid any trouble by living on the east side of the town, while Louis lived on the west.

Annan was aware of this... The books he had read these past few days weren’t for nothing.

In the Kingdom of Noah, lords were enfeoffed by the King, while the diocese was determined by the church.

Both parties needed to collect taxes from the people and their commands held authority; neither could interfere with the other’s policies; they also both had the power to monitor and report the other... This made many in the Royal Capital’s nobility almost enemies of the Silver Baron’s church.

The priests had the ability to heal the people, and they would work for money. As the Silver Baron was among all the True Gods, the one most advocating for "trading with a smile," his priests ranked in the top three for their attitude towards the common folk, even competing for first place.

To the lower-class citizens, the church seemed much closer to them. And the merchants felt closer to the church of the Silver Baron because its presence amplified the power of their wealth.

In some domains, the lords were almost entirely overshadowed by the church... Their orders could not even be delivered, and in some cases, it was embarrassing that they couldn’t even collect taxes. As a result, many lords considered the church to be their foremost enemy to confront.

But Priest Louis quickly realized Annan’s goodwill, so he responded warmly: "Silver Baron above, may the lord also enjoy good health.

"I sensed someone was fighting, so I barely managed to get up. Now it seems the fight is over."

"Yes."

Annan nodded, his expression somewhat grave, "Fortunately, my guards just came back in time... Otherwise, we would have been in trouble."

"They are indeed very good guards."

Glancing at them, Louis responded half in admiration and half in flattery.

He looked at Annan’s face and guessed softly, "Is it... the one from Roth Fort?"

"Yes."

Annan nodded again.

Louis frowned slightly and glanced at the guards: "He really went too far this time... But let’s not talk about that now, I’ll come to see you when it gets light, and you can tell me the details then. I see some of your guards are quite injured. Do they need me to treat them?"

He looked at Annan and smiled slightly, "For your sake, I can give you a 10% discount."

Annan also smiled at this.

It wasn’t out of goodwill towards the church that Annan behaved the way he did, but rather because he respected Priest Louis himself.

He had learned from his elder, Salvatore, that Priest Louis had come to such a remote little town purely to purify the curse here—a task that was undoubtedly very dangerous.

On top of completing this task, he had also worked hard to revitalize the economy of Frostwater Harbor, improving people’s lives...

Contrary to the townspeople’s understanding, this was not something Priest Louis had to do. Whether it was treating the townsfolk or maintaining the local economic system, those were tasks for a "priest."

As a proxy, he only needed to purify the nightmares.

Even if he did nothing else but keep a watch on the nightmares here, preventing their spread, he would not be reprimanded by the central church, and might even receive praise.

That he chose to distract himself with these "superfluous tasks" was undoubtedly due to his own character and moral cultivation.

He didn’t even explain to the townspeople. He simply took on these jobs which weren’t his without any fuss...

Just for this virtue alone, it was enough to greet him.

Having a highly virtuous and nice person as a colleague was always a good thing.

And most conveniently, he was easy to instruct...

"There’s something I need your help with... Of course, I will pay. Just deduct it from Salvatore’s account."

Annan said with a smiling face, "Tonight, I’ll have my other followers stay with you too. My guards have just arrived in Frostwater Harbor and have nowhere to live. I’ll have to rely on you to help arrange accommodations..."

"...It seems I won’t be getting any sleep tonight."

Priest Louis sighed, smiled, and nodded, directing the players, "Then come with me. Stay with me for tonight, and I will make sure to find a place for you to stay by dinnertime tomorrow."

Finally having offloaded this burden, Annan too breathed a sigh of relief.

It was already past two in the morning. The players might be full of energy, but he was beginning to feel sleepy...

But by this time, Salvatore should have already finished analyzing the Black Fire, right?

Annan lamented silently to himself and hurried to Salvatore’s home.

He wasn’t sure what time he would be able to sleep tonight...

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