This Game Is Too Real
Chapter 523: Being a Polite Bandit

Chapter 523: Chapter 523: Being a Polite Bandit

Mr. Fang Chang had been pondering one question.

That was the tolerance of "Wasteland OL" for players exploiting bugs.

Or to put it another way, what kind of behavior could be considered a bug?

In the so-called fully realistic "Wasteland OL," if one exploits the greed in an NPC’s heart to amass a fortune from them, is it a bug or normal gameplay?

Such actions would definitely not be allowed within the Alliance.

Managers have GM rights, a point doggedly highlighted by the game designers.

After all, in the game setting, every resident of the refuge has sworn allegiance under the flag of United Human, committing themselves to the revival of civilization before being allowed to resurface and rebuild their homes. If you don’t work, a manager might not bother with you, but causing significant destruction would certainly warrant being sent away, to the disappointment of everyone else.

It is comprehensible for players who are part of the Alliance faction to have GMs lining up.

But what about other factions?

Previously, when they brought back an Academy all-terrain track vehicle and a corporate Tiger Whale Transport Aircraft, the lord of Dawn City didn’t reprimand them; instead, he commended them for their contributions.

Evidently,

other factions in reality are not protected by manager GM rights!

In other words, as long as their actions are secretive enough, not causing any serious diplomatic disputes or tarnishing the Alliance’s collective image, managers actually turn a blind eye to them shearing wool off NPCs for the benefit of the Alliance’s foreign exchange!

While studying in Ideal City, Mr. Fang had wanted to test his speculation, but unfortunately, exploiting bugs there was just too difficult.

The residents of Ideal City sometimes seemed naive, not because they lacked intelligence, but because most were well protected by rules, making it nearly impossible to cheat them out of a significant amount of "living expenses" by any means other than legitimate transactions.

Frankly, if the Ruyue Group hadn’t taken a fancy to the Alliance’s growth potential, someone without background like him wouldn’t even have had the opportunity to start a company.

Just looking at the difficulty of Mole’s entrepreneurship was testament enough.

Had the Alliance not sponsored some foreign exchange reserves for his "Skeleton Studio," Mole would have struggled to hire someone to make games, let alone rent an office without windows.

But in Giant Stone City...

It might be a decent opportunity.

His interest in money wasn’t that great, but he was certainly curious as to just how realistic this game could be...

...

Kishu had been waiting rather impatiently at the gate of the mansion, especially since the two-story house before him didn’t seem like the residence of a wealthy person.

He would bet that even if the yard in front of the house was included, the area couldn’t possibly exceed four hundred square meters.

A little over three hundred, at most!

And those flowers and plants growing in the yard needn’t even be mentioned; due to prolonged neglect, they looked more like a pile of weeds.

However, when Mr. Fang appeared at the door, Kishu immediately remembered his behavior on the plane, and his impatience vanished in an instant, replaced by an elegantly polite smile on his face as he stepped forward to shake his hand vigorously.

"My dear friend, we meet again! I wanted to come find you right after getting off the plane, but as soon as we landed, you were gone, and no one was at your house... Why are you living in this place?"

He could see what Kishu was thinking, and with a composed smile, Mr. Fang lightly pointed out his concerns.

"This was built by me and a few friends... Don’t underestimate it. See the sanatorium outside? This is almost the closest to the shelter entrance. Our manager lives right there. You can pay to be the city lord’s downstairs neighbor in Giant Stone City, but here, even with money, you can’t buy it."

Because no player would sell, those things carried too many memories, just like the first exoskeleton the manager ever used.

As for its economic value, in truth, it was just so-so; respawn points had already spread to various refuges, and in terms of prosperity, the North Street outside Outpost Base and North Street in the City of Dawn were utterly incomparable, but Mr. Fang wouldn’t share these details.

Kishu listened with newfound reverence.

Even though he wasn’t particularly impressed by Blue Jacket, he knew well that the Manager of the Alliance was also the Manager of Shelter No. 404.

Living next to the Manager, that had to be the work of someone remarkable within the Alliance. He tried to use his limited knowledge to make comparisons—could the residents of Shelter No. 404 be akin to the Inner City Nobles of the Alliance?

No doubt about it!

No matter how you put it, buying land in such a prime location to build a house for fun was without question an action befitting a noble!

"My dear friend, you misunderstand me, I certainly mean no disrespect to the house... Rather, building one’s own house to live in, that’s quite a charming thing to do. Yes, not just charming, but also a matter of taste. One of these days I might buy a plot in the Inner City and build one for fun."

Seeing him speak fervently and nonsensically, Fang Chang smiled slightly and made a welcoming gesture.

"Let’s talk inside."

They entered the house.

Fang Chang led Kishu to his study and poured him a cup of hot tea that Dolly had helped prepare.

As he pondered over which entry point might be most appropriate to start the conversation, the second son of the bank president from Giant Stone City Bank couldn’t wait any longer and spoke up.

"... I’ll get straight to the point, about the plan I mentioned on the flight!"

Kishu lowered his voice and continued speaking intently, "The latest resolution issued by the Ideal City Council will encourage subsidiaries under enterprises to explore markets beyond the Province of Yúnjiānxíng, and this represents an opportunity for all survivor settlements east of the Great Desert! I plan to seize this perfect opportunity to turn Giant Stone City into the largest settlement in Southern River Province, rivaling the stature of Bugra Free State and even the Grand Canyon!"

Fang Chang took a sip of lukewarm tea without ridiculing his loftily ambitious dream.

Objectively speaking, Giant Stone City did have that potential.

Having inherited the equipment left behind by the Post-War Reconstruction Committee in Qingquan City decades ago, they had completed their industrialization. Their merchants spread across the entire South; their factory goods sustained all Slave Owners in Brocade River Province; their economic leverage turned their currency into hard money throughout the South Corridor of the River Valley Province, with places like Red River Town, Garbage City, and Bet Street all needing to appease them, even without the Militia Group under the city lord stepping foot out of Qingquan City.

The residents of Giant Stone City held pride deep within. Otherwise, they would not see survivors beyond the great walls as country bumpkins, only the distant and opulent Ideal City warranted their respect or rather, their worship. Mr. Hauser’s broadcasts made it clear—they had no doubt that they would become the next Utopia in this wasteland.

However, he was merely the son of a banker. Even if his father, Melvin, was a top figure in Giant Stone City, he was nothing but a Butler in front of the Inner City Nobles.

Money was just a trick of power, and his father was essentially only a housekeeper.

"... Why must it be Giant Stone City?" Fang Chang set down his teacup and lightly tapped the newspaper on the table, smiling as he said, "The Alliance sounds pretty good too—they proclaim themselves as the alliance of all survivors. Look, the Alliance is even planning to construct a batch of—well, I mean, apartment buildings. If you want to turn a profit, I could lend you a hand."

Fang Chang wasn’t joking.

This mutually beneficial arrangement was advantageous for both parties. By giving this chap a taste of success, he might trust him more, and it also helped him gain favor with that wealthy old dad.

In fact, this is exactly what the Manager did.

By nurturing a reliable merchant in Giant Stone City, helping him to gain status and wealth, and then using his resources for the benefit of the Alliance.

Now, List’s factory, to minimize tariff losses, had moved their entire KV-1 production line to the Alliance.

What Fang Chang didn’t expect was that the fellow didn’t appreciate the offer, and after hearing his words, merely curled his lips disdainfully.

"... What good are those shacks for the refugees? A 40-square-meter dog kennel; my maid’s room is bigger than that!"

"But building houses for the refugees in the Alliance is also profitable—the City Hall of Dawn City will pay for it."

Kishu said dismissively.

"Paid in Silver coin, right? That thing is like waste paper!"

Fang Chang looked astonished.

This kid didn’t hold back at all.

"Waste paper... How so?"

Kishu stared intently at him.

"I won’t treat you like an outsider, and I hope you won’t be offended by my saying this."

Fang Chang nodded.

"Of course, let’s stick to the facts. You may speak freely."

Anyway, he had not expected this crude fellow to speak with much tact.

Kishu took a sip of tea to moisten his throat and began his grand discourse.

"The Alliance’s economy is not far from collapse. The war has cost too much money, and the Alliance’s lords— I mean the Managers—

to fill the fiscal gaps, have borrowed heavily from abroad, plundering the east wall to replenish the west, while also overissuing large amounts of base currency. It’s now like an old house propped up by paper money, ready to collapse at a single kick!"

"If that Manager were a wise man, he should now reduce the debt and pay back the money, but unfortunately, he isn’t. Instead, to save face, he’s still building roads and houses. Ha, at his rate of spending, in at most two years, the Alliance’s debt will reach an unimaginable number, and the profits they earn from trade won’t even cover the interest on their debts! By then, if silver coins aren’t just scrap paper, then what are they?"

Speaking so, his whole being radiated an aura of unprecedented vigor as he intently gazed at Fang Chang sitting opposite him.

"But on the contrary! Giant Stone City will become the biggest beneficiary! Although Giant Stone City did not participate in the recently ended war, it has become the Alliance’s biggest creditor, holding even more debt than the corporations!"

"And it’s not just debts—The Alliance has used the money borrowed from Giant Stone City to buy things from there. From the rivets on their tanks to the buttons on their clothing, everything is indispensable from the factories of Giant Stone City. The purchasing power of their chips will be incredibly strong and, undoubtedly, Giant Stone City has already become the Alliance’s master!"

"If the Alliance wants to repay the money, it has to come up with chips! To earn chips, they must accept Giant Stone City’s pricing! You might ask, what if they just don’t pay it back? That won’t happen because if they recklessly stop supplying, we’ll tighten the rope and cut off their goods! We might lose a bit of money, but they will derail like a train stripped of its screws and ultimately, they’ll be the ones to fail!"

By the time he got to this point, Kishu had let out a sigh of "bad air" he had taken on the other side at Ideal City and relaxed into the sofa.

As a final blow, he leisurely added,

"The best outcome for the Alliance would be to become Giant Stone City’s port of entry and resource production area, in other words, an economic colony... Their future might be slightly better than the Slave Owners in the South, since they are closer to us, but it won’t be by much."

Fang Chang exclaimed in admiration.

"An insightful analysis!"

Kishu smirked in satisfaction, elegantly sipping his tea.

"Just my two cents, please forgive any folly."

Fang Chang suddenly found himself admiring the guy, though just a little.

To say he was incompetent would certainly be slander, but it was also true that his insight wasn’t particularly impressive. Being able to think from the relationship of debt to trade, he must have benefited from his efforts at Endpoint Cloud.

Still, he seemed to underestimate the impact of "losing a bit of money," and his analogy of "derailing trains" was overly dramatic.

For one thing, if that Melvin dared to let his clients "lose a bit of money," his clients would dare to kill his entire family.

As for the Alliance...

Even if the Alliance really went bankrupt one day, many people would still love it.

The North Suburb originally had nothing, so no matter how bankrupt it became, it would definitely be better than having nothing.

Moreover, such an eventuality was actually quite unlikely.

To be objective, most of the Alliance’s cutting-edge products were mainly imported from Ideal City, and Camp 101 has helped Dawn City’s industrial zone in the Alliance to carry out self-research and production of some less advanced high-tech products.

Those Waste Land Wanderers who had received refuge education had strong professional skills, it was just that before encountering the Alliance, West State City’s stage was simply too small.

If half a year ago, the Alliance had to import some useful industrial equipment from Giant Stone City, now even if the Alliance completely stopped importing from Giant Stone City, it would be possible—just take some time and cost to fill the gaps that were previously skipped.

Fang Chang did not know what plans the Manager had, but based on his understanding of that man, he knew that man must be clear about his own actions.

Since Mr. Kishu was not interested in petty profits and was not keen on a step-by-step approach, it was time to cut to the chase.

"I think what you’ve said is spot on. As you can see, the Alliance is about to be done for... so, is there any way to catch up with the rapidly advancing train of Giant Stone City?" Crossing his fingers on his knee, Fang Chang made an uncommonly eager face and looked at him seriously.

A smile emerged on Kishu’s face.

"Easy peasy! With resources and money in hand, now’s the perfect time to expand! The outskirts are too cramped—we need to build another outskirts to channel the excess labor! Let’s increase the area of Giant Stone City by more than five times! Encompass the entire area from the third ring’s edge of Qingquan City to the fourth ring!"

Fang Chang nodded thoughtfully and said.

"But... that will cost a lot of chips, won’t it? Just to rebuild a massive wall would require a huge budget, not to mention the costs of clearing Variants and Looters from the area and maintaining order, among other things."

Kishu shook his head with a smile.

"You’ve got it wrong, my friend. I wouldn’t be so foolish as to claim such a vast piece of land right away; there’s no point in that. I plan to start by enclosing a small area outside the Great Wall to serve as a satellite city for Giant Stone City and then gradually expand outwards. The Militia Group can handle some of the defense—they’re intimidating enough to deter any foolhardy characters. The new settlements will be added like modular blocks, until they finally fill the blueprint I’ve drafted."

Once Kishu started talking about the blueprint in his heart, he couldn’t stop, rattling off a long list, even thinking about how the future residents of "Outer Outer City" would respectfully address him.

Fang Chang forced himself to listen for a while until he realized that Kishu was veering off-topic, then coughed to pull the conversation back on track.

"...But no matter how you slice it, it’s going to cost a lot of money. I think, before we achieve this grand plan, we should first solve the monetary issue."

Kishu looked at him with bright eyes.

"That’s exactly what I’ve come back to address!"

Seeing his eager eyes, Fang Chang smiled a little.

"I have a great idea; I wonder if you’d be interested."

At the mention of an idea, Kishu’s interest visibly dimmed with disappointment.

He was here for money, not ideas; he was in no shortage of those.

Truth be told, rather than a "great idea," he would have preferred to hear something like "Bro, you’ve got the plans; I’ve got the cash—what say we do something big together?" from his friend’s mouth.

Fang Chang could tell how his mood changed and gave a comforting smile before continuing.

"Don’t be hasty in your disappointment. I know you want to hit it big, but frankly, I haven’t got that much cash on hand, not even your dad could produce such a huge sum... But I do have a way to help you raise the start-up capital for your venture!"

Kishu couldn’t help but look at him.

"What’s the method..."

Fang Chang continued with a smile.

"Many nobles in the Inner City are interested in investing in the Alliance’s industry but a lot of their investments are actually blunders. This place is riddled with pitfalls as much as it has opportunities. Instead of letting their chips be conned by hicks from the North Suburb, why not help them put it to good use—at least in the right place... That way, they’re happy, we’re happy, everybody wins."

Even though he didn’t fully understand how everybody won, Kishu’s interest seemed to be piqued.

"Oh? Such as?"

Fang Chang took a sip of tea, his demeanor cool and collected.

"Do you remember Credit Points?"

Kishu nodded vigorously.

"Of course! My dad is always thinking up ways for me to save more!"

Fang Chang patiently continued.

"We can emulate Cr’s technology and introduce a new form of credit-based currency! This currency, invisible and intangible, would be distributed based on principles of credit, embracing a decentralized philosophy where each holder benefits equally and securely... The technology of the refuge, along with quantum servers, will ensure its protection!"

Kishu’s eyes lit up, and he jumped up excitedly from the sofa.

This idea was way cooler than building apartments for the poor!

"Brother! We’re on the same wavelength! Even before coming back, I was thinking about issuing a more advanced, more efficient form of currency than chips in the newly established Outer City to show those country bumpkins! But... it’s useless if only we recognize it. The new money needs everyone’s acceptance, which will require a significant amount of start-up funds, and my father would never lend me that much."

If possible, he still hoped his well-to-do buddy would chip in.

But how could this be possible?

Fang Chang laughed heartily as he rose from the sofa, slapped his good buddy’s shoulder as if they’d known each other for years.

"My friend, my good brother, you have no idea how valuable your name is! Moreover, you’re not alone now, with a good brother like me to help. We’ve both studied advanced knowledge in Ideal City, and we unanimously think that Giant Stone City is the future of not just Qingquan City but the entire River Valley Province... If my plan goes smoothly, you won’t have to spend a dime to get the funds you need."

Kishu swallowed hard, looking at him excitedly.

"...What should I do?"

Fang Chang gave him a confident look.

"It’s not difficult..."

"I’ll teach you step by step."

...

The two schemed in the study for nearly two hours, initially settling on the name for this new virtual currency—S Coin.

Like Cr, this credit currency would be anchored by the credit of all its holders.

The higher the total credit of participants in the currency’s circulation market, and the more participants there were, the more robust its value would be.

And the price of each S Coin would be determined by auction!

Although more details needed to be perfected, Kishu was full of confidence in this brand new credit currency.

If silver coins, worthless as waste paper, could swindle so many chips, why couldn’t his own credit currency?

To show his sincerity, as the first participant in the S Coin trading center, he used a white chip to buy an S Coin from Fang Chang’s hands and deposited it into his own S Coin wallet.

This transaction would later be recorded in the ledger.

The initial issuance of S Coins was one million, with both parties holding five hundred thousand each. The S Coin wallet would appreciate at a daily rate of 0.1%, meaning in one year’s time, these one million S Coins would inflate to 1.36 million.

This currency had no complex contracts, the only way to participate in trading was to buy an S Coin from another holder with cash.

The 1 S Coin bought with a chip today would become 1.001 S Coins tomorrow, and without doing anything, you would have an extra 0.001 chip in your pocket—exciting, isn’t it?

If that 1 S Coin appreciated to 2 chips, that would be even more comfortable!

As for making a loss?

Impossible.

This was a deal backed by the second son of the Giant Stone City Bank manager!

Would those VIPs let the value of S Coin in their hands fall?

Moreover, issuing this currency was to raise funds for the "New Outer City" project!

From any angle, this was a guaranteed profitable deal!

Watching Fang Chang stuff that chip into his pocket, Kishu suddenly spoke with mixed feelings.

"Isn’t the 1:1 exchange ratio too low?"

He intended to use S Coin as the circulating currency in New Outer City in the future, but if it was equivalent to chips, wouldn’t there be no difference?

Fang Chang reassured him with a smile.

"There’s nothing wrong with a low starting point, only then will participants feel there’s a profit to be made."

"What do you mean ’feel’?" Kishu looked at Fang Chang dissatisfied. "Our business plan will shake the whole of Giant Stone City!"

Fang Chang coughed to suppress his laughter.

"You’re right... my vision was too small."

Kishu smirked proudly.

"For the transaction device, I’ll have to trouble you. We need to provide our customers with the most convenient payment methods. If they can’t use S Coins to pay, they won’t believe it’s money!"

Fang Chang gave him a reliable look.

"Don’t worry, that’s all trivial. As for opening bank accounts in Giant Stone City Bank and creating publicity, I’m counting on you... Just do it the way I told you, there’s no need to do anything extra."

Kishu responded with a grin and a gesture.

"A piece of cake! I’m heading back to Giant Stone City to take care of it right away!"

"Aren’t you going to wait until after the celebration is over to go back?" Fang Chang said with a smile. "I can take you around for a tour."

"No need, my good brother is already waiting to treat me!" Kishu declined his offer politely and said enthusiastically, "Time is money!"

Although Fang Chang wanted to invite him to a meal as a thank you, seeing how eager he was to show off, Fang Chang decided against it and politely saw him to the door.

Indeed.

It was more enjoyable to play with his good brothers than to watch a bunch of survivors behave foolishly in "North Suburb".

After Kishu left, Fang Chang returned to the dining table on the first floor, picked up a bun from the table, and took a bite. Although it was a bit cold, it didn’t affect the taste.

He was not picky about his food anyway.

Just then, Dolly, who had excused herself earlier, pushed open the door of the neighboring room and walked over.

Seeing the hard bun in his hand, she said with some distress.

"It’s cold... let me warm it up for you."

After gulping down some hot tea, Fang Chang said with a smile.

"No worries! It’s delicious even cold because you bought it!"

"Flatterer! It’s not like I made it!" Dolly stuck out her tongue.

She had tried to make them before, but always accidentally got machine oil on the dough, giving the buns a strange taste.

Now that she had a brand new arm, she planned to try again in a few days.

After quickly finishing the breakfast, Fang Chang picked up the newspaper he hadn’t finished reading on the table, planning to finish the little content that was left.

Although many announcements would be on the official website, the NPC’s news channels provided perspectives that players couldn’t see.

It helped him to understand the new version more comprehensively.

Seeing Fang Chang focused on the newspaper, Dolly sat across from him, propped her chin in her hands, and curiously watched his eyes.

"What exactly did you and that guy named Kishu talk about?"

Fang Chang replied in the tone of casual conversation.

"About... something called SB."

"SB?"

"Cough... simply put, it can complete resource allocation more efficiently."

In plain language, that means moving SB’s money from SB’s wallet to the hands of those who are not so SB.

It’s not unreasonable at all.

Watching Dolly, who seemed to understand yet not understand, Fang Chang rubbed her head.

"Don’t go writing this in the paper... That’s our way of shearing the Inner City Nobles like sheep. If they find out, your husband is going to go bankrupt.

"Oh~, really?"

Her eyes sparkled as she got up and sat on his lap, drawing circles on his chest with her index finger and dragging out her words with a mischievous smile.

"Oh... Mr. Fang, I’m sorry to inform you of some bad news. Because you’ve been so naughty, you’ve gone bankrupt. But don’t be too sad, the kindly Miss Dolly is willing to take you in. She’ll work hard to support you. Now, say ’thank you’ to Dolly."

Fang Chang couldn’t help but break into a grin at her adorable antics, and he made a joke.

"Hahaha... If that’s the case, I suddenly feel like experiencing the feeling of being kept by a woman."

He really didn’t care about going bankrupt or not.

He was only doing these things to test his theory—what would the Manager with GM privileges think of his actions if he could elegantly and ruthlessly rip off a neighbor and cleanly throw away the dirty work.

He was very curious.

"Wrong answer!" Dolly huffed softly and pinched him, "You’re a slick villain, you should’ve bribed the reporter with the key information! Or taken her captive!"

Fang Chang looked at her and blinked.

"So, would you turn me in?"

"Second wrong answer!" Dolly turned her face away, muttering discontentedly, "...Who would think upon those noble lords with their noses in the air."

And this guy was the same yesterday...

Even though she had invited him like that.

Dolly lowered her head, bit her lip, and said softly, blushing,

"By the way, I feel... my arm is a bit better."

Fang Chang said, feeling relieved,

"That’s good."

She lifted her head, her eyes misting over.

"So..."

"No."

Looking seriously into those gem-like clear eyes, Fang Chang pinched her mischievous face and chided her with a tone that meant no joking.

"I really don’t want you to go through that kind of surgery a second time. Just take these two weeks to recover properly, don’t think too much, I’m not the kind of person who can’t wait."

Dolly, her little schemes seen through, blushed profusely and glared at him in displeasure.

"Am I such a fragile person?"

Fang Chang stated seriously,

"It’s not about being fragile or not, consider it as giving me some peace of mind."

Players don’t feel pain during surgery, anesthesia is used only to not scare the doctors, but NPCs are different after all. Especially that day, when he saw her sitting dazed on the operating table, his heart almost broke.

No matter how cyber the medical technology in the Wasteland was, it still involved cutting into flesh and blood.

Before finding a vessel that could hold her "soul," he only wanted her to live well.

Dolly huffed lightly and said nothing, burying herself in his embrace.

She was someone easily contented.

Occasionally, she would say things that made even herself blush, just to give the frequently naughty guy a little sweetness, so he wouldn’t get snatched away by some vixen out there.

Anyway, as long as it wasn’t because of weariness, it was fine...

Actually, just feeling each other’s warmth was already blissful enough.

...

The official website of Wasteland OL.

Just as Fang Chang had expected, the headline from the Survivor Daily had caused quite a stir on the official forum’s bulletin board.

Without a doubt, the most excited were the players with life-oriented professions.

Someone had done the math, and just the new bidding information from the City of Dawn settlement alone added up to a total budget of 300 million Silver Coins!

This wasn’t just about money, it was about releasing a heavy-hitting message!

It was foreseeable that, soon, not only the City of Dawn but also Dawn City, Falling Leaves City, and every department of the Alliance Central would open the floodgates—oh no, invest heavily in infrastructure!

It was visible to the naked eye that not only had the war not affected the Alliance’s economy, it had actually made the Alliance richer!

The respected Manager had no interest in living a life of luxury and hadn’t forgotten his original purpose; just like when he announced the formation of the Alliance, he planned on sharing all the spoils of war with the people who supported him!

Tail: "I giao! A thousand buildings... NPCs will increase!

Si Si: "Great, our Alliance is becoming more lively... the next expansion will be in the south, right? It must be. (nervous)"

Spare people under the knife: "Life-oriented profession players, epic enhancement!"

Mole on the run from the canyon: "Building? Got it! The update’s answer is harvesting leeks!"

Thunder Mage Professor Yang: "Please let me in. T.T"

Spring Water Commander: "Damn, am I going to be out of a job? TAT"

Pick up trash 99 level: "Head south! Come south with us!"

WC really does have Mosquitoes: "Gaga gaga, they will all fall before our sickles! (｀∀´)ノҀ"

Crow: "I’m crying! The era of life-oriented profession players is finally coming! Feels like I’ve been on the sidelines for so long. QWQ"

Night Ten: "Hahaha, so now the question is, will Crow Boss build roads or houses? (funny)"

Crow: "Me! Can’t I just pick mushrooms? (#｀w´)"

Teng Teng: "Don’t laugh at Crow, the rubber mushrooms she picked up are super useful!"

Night Ten: "I was just kidding!

Jiujiu loves pineapple: "Bro, you can’t go on like this! Learn from your good brothers."

Old White: "Haha, follow Fang Chang, that guy’s young and successful, can’t deny it! Me and Wild Wind should just call it a day, we’re practically antiques now. (gritty teeth)"

Wild Wind: "Cut it out. (side-eye)"

Makabazi: "Hahahaha! Night Ten, that kid’s slipped off! Noob! Hahahaha!"

Mole on the run from the canyon: "Speaking of which, where’s Fang Chang? With such fun going on, how come we don’t see him chattering away?"

Elena: "Who knows, he’s probably already in the game by now. (funny)"