Chapter 57

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[Update: Testing weather system, adding "snowy weather".]

[Notice: Light snow fell in the wasteland today. The planning team kindly reminds all players to add more clothes and be careful not to catch a cold.]

Comments section below the notice:

"Is the official website posting another notice?!"

"Alright, I thought it was an update."

"The planner said it was updated, but not completely. Today, we're testing the snowfall, and tomorrow we'll test the rainfall. KPIs are met, another day of slacking off. (Rofl)"

"Where is the planner from? It's still 20 degrees here, it's too early for a cold snap!"

"Snow isn't a big deal. I once rode 50 kilometers up a mountain in -30 degree weather to see the snow, wearing only a down jacket. I didn't get frostbite; instead, I was sweating and felt fine."

"Are you also Gaia? (Rofl)"

Chu Guang briefly glanced at the comments below the notice and found no particularly insightful replies, so he closed the notice page and opened the forum.

As expected.

The forum was bustling, almost like an extension of the flea market in the previous outpost base.

The twenty new players who had just entered the game rushed to the official website as soon as they logged out, eager to share their gaming experiences on the forum.

Spirit King Fugui: "First day for new players, no need to say more, just the visuals, the effects, the lighting! I'm blown away by this game!"

Grandpa Proud: "Pouring cold water, the guy upstairs is a shill for the development team, don't fall for it! I'll say it again, this game doesn't exist, it doesn't exist."

Spirit King Fugui: "Are you done? Criticizing everyone, once or twice is fine, but every day? (Rolls eyes)"

WC Really Has Mosquitoes: "Are you new? This guy is a group pet in the bull group. He was banned for insulting the admin and left the group. Now he's brushing up his presence on the forum. Just laugh it off. (Grins)"

Spirit King Fugui: "0.0"

Trash Collector Level 99: "Damn! Does anyone care about the rights of lizardmen? Seriously... I felt a chill down my back just before logging out, stiff like I was possessed. T.T"

Spare the Axe: "I don't care, you're just a lizard. (Evil grin)"

Fang Chang: "It's normal, lizards are cold-blooded. Don't worry, when summer comes, it'll be your strong season!"

Trash Collector Level 99: "%￥&@!"

Besides sharing their gaming experiences and insights, there were also many enthusiastic little players offering suggestions.

Each time Chu Guang read these posts, he felt like he was reviewing memorials.

Gorge Escaped Mole: "Raising hand! Suggest the development team consider setting up a trading area in the game. Most games have auction and stall functions. Even if NPC shops can't be hired yet, at least open a shelf with auction functions. This would be more efficient than everyone crowding together to sell, especially since the trading time before logging out is so short!"

Light: "This suggestion is indeed good. I will propose it at the next planning meeting to plan a flea market for players to trade freely. We will also set up a rentable cargo container in the shelter buffer zone for players to auction items."

Gorge Escaped Mole: "Yay! ╰(*°▽°*)╯"

Night Ten: "It feels like a game lobby. How about adding a quest board to allow players to assign tasks to each other? (Rofl)"

Light: "Not in a hurry, we need to test each system step by step. As the game content becomes richer, we will consider setting up a player quest board."

At this stage, there aren't enough tasks for players to do, nor are there enough players.

When players have more things to do, more space to move, and more content, we can consider opening this function.

Through the players' quest requests, Chu Guang can more conveniently understand and monitor what these players are doing outside.

Night Ten: "Holy crap? Brother Light replied to me!"

Light: "…"

I've always been here.

Professor Lightning King Yang: "Is the planner here? I have a suggestion. The price of food is too unreasonable, 200g of dried meat costs 1 silver coin! The same price as 300g of raw meat! Really not going to adjust it? It's too unreasonable! Suggest 150g of dried meat, 350g of dried meat!"

Light: "In the game, there is no fixed price. The transaction price is influenced by various factors. Additionally, the NPC warehouse is primarily for reserve supplies, and the price fluctuates more based on strategic needs, and secondly on supply and demand."

Light: "Encouraging player-to-player transactions, the price you trade with other players is the real 'market price' reflecting supply and demand."

Professor Lightning King Yang: "What if I stockpile? For example, buy all the food!"

Night Ten: "Holy crap, how much money do you have? I can't even afford a gun!"

Light: "Not sure, why don't you try?"

Light: "We are also curious to see what measures fully intelligent NPCs with account control will take to maintain game order, which will provide valuable experience for the beta and public tests."

Irena: "Yellow scalpers dancing in front of the planner, is this a confession? (Rofl)"

Night Ten: "Brother, not to say, you should buy quietly, when the NPCs aren't paying attention, hide it in the rented storage cabinet. Then when everyone is hungry, open it and surprise everyone. (Rofl)"

Maka Bazi: "Hahaha, insiders call it genius."

Professor Lightning King Yang: "Uh, I haven't drawn the beta test qualification yet, let's talk about it after I get it. (Embarrassed)"

Damn, it's just a cloud.

Chu Guang thought this guy wouldn't ask such a naive question.

Light: "…Then let's talk about it after you get it."

Don't be discouraged if you don't draw it. The beta and public test slots will be more, and the content will be richer, and the rules will be more complete.

These ideas can be used later.

Professor Lightning King Yang: "I think I'm good, I have a feeling it will be me next time. T.T"

So optimistic?

Light: "Good luck."

As usual, Chu Guang collected some useful suggestions and posted them in the document.

For example, a player suggested "trading should be taxed, not taxing is unrealistic." Chu Guang admitted he had overlooked this, but it's too early to harvest now.

What use does he have for so much money? Everything in the shelter is his.

So far, he has only issued about 1,200 game coins, and the inventory consumption is less than one-fortieth. Not to mention, in a couple of days, that merchant surnamed Sun will bring another batch.

Taxation can be implemented.

It can help recycle some currency in circulation and limit the earnings of lifestyle players to a reasonable range, avoiding inflation caused by excessive player purchasing power.

But it has to wait until players have enough money, equipped with gear, and have the means to start a business and roll the snowball.

While Chu Guang was browsing the forum, Xia Yan, who was sitting in the corner studying, couldn't help but keep glancing at him.

It wasn't because he had any special appeal, but this man always made her feel a bit scary.

For the past hour, he had been staring at the screen with an "evil grin," and she had no idea what sinister plans he was hatching.

Thinking about being in the same room with a demon, Xia Yan decided to say something to divert his attention, hoping he wouldn't have any evil ideas about her.

"…What are you looking at?"

Chu Guang replied casually without even turning his head.

"It's none of your business."

Xia Yan was quiet for a moment, then continued.

"…Can I ask you a question?"

Chu Guang: "Ask."

Xia Yan asked curiously, "Why do you have to go out? I mean, the shelter is so safe, why do you need to build walls on the surface? Can't we just stay underground?"

Chu Guang: "For survival."

Xia Yan: "Can't we survive here? The shelter has clean air, it's waterproof, frost-proof, and theft-proof… Speaking of which, where is your water purifier? I've never seen it. And the hydroponic facilities, I heard the shelter should have all these things."

Chu Guang looked embarrassed.

He didn't know how to explain this. He couldn't say that although he was the manager, he hadn't fully obtained all the permissions for the shelter.

That would sound too absurd!

Chu Guang closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, then said,

"Maybe you're right, hiding underground is a good choice. What does it matter what happens on the surface? It's not our fault. We can stay safe even if there's a flood or another nuclear war."

Xia Yan: "Then why—"

Chu Guang looked at her.

"But perhaps, some shelters are destined to be different. The people born there are not meant to escape but to create and change."

Leaving this thought-provoking statement, Chu Guang ignored her and continued browsing the forum.

His little players were great.

Each one was talented, spoke well, and had a wild imagination, even more so than he did as a planner.

Honestly.

Not borrowing these little geniuses' ideas would make Chu Guang feel like he was letting them down.

[...Is there any creature in this world more suitable for being a scapegoat than players?]

Chu Guang finally understood why the first manager wrote that sentence on the note.

The last words Chu Guang said echoed in Xia Yan's ears, leaving her bewildered but also impressed.

For a moment...

This man's back seemed to grow taller.

But this feeling lasted less than two seconds before it vanished as her eyes fell on her notebook.

This guy was undoubtedly a demon, making her study such difficult things.

Not only her, but he was also merciless to his companions.

He drove them to do heavy physical labor, sent them out to hunt, and used worthless metal pieces to fool them, making them feel like they had treasures and even be grateful to him.

Feeling he was a good person for a moment was definitely because he was subtly brainwashing her!

Brainwashing...

Thinking of the rumors and strange stories circulating in the city of boulders, Xia Yan shivered, pulled her shoulders up, and looked at Chu Guang's back with more fear and caution.

To manipulate people to such a degree...

This man...

Is unfathomable!