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 co 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 inco is actually this huge?"
The features of the advanced training camp had finally co 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 Ga system.
Therefore, Wang Hao himself could directly synthesize these Strange Objects using "source" and "points."
"So, the essence of this ga is a placent-type farming ga?"
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 sa 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 ant that this group had consud 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 "Dinsional Space Gate" looking like ants, seemingly conversing about sothing.
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 phenonon occurring?]
[Incredible!]
[This training camp is aweso, I’m in love with this place!]
Wang Hao rolled his eyes, these dialogues were too perfunctory. Were the ga’s copywriters elentary 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 ti.
For a better gaming experience to follow, he needed to think of ways to strengthen the local powers and fix so 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 ga 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.]
[ili 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 sowhat puzzled by this feature.
He didn’t even have any ga clues now and had to spend points to buy them.
Was he supposed to buy points for these Guest (NPCs) to play the ga? 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 ntal note of this to consider later.
He took off his helt 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 helt 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 ga clue, remaining points: 7900]
Having money sure feels good.
"Enjoy your ga."
"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 seed quite serious.
Where are the programrs? Ti 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 tis, and then returned to a normal ga 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-ti dinsion of this script: Unknown."
"Please note, due to the influence of a powerful supernatural phenonon, this script cannot be replayed. You can only experience it once. Please cherish this ga opportunity."
"The Idealism Strength for this instance: Eighth Level."
"The difficulty of this instance: One Star."
"...Loading ga... 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 so black rocks that looked like coal.
Drip, drip.
Large drops of water fell from the rocks above.
This ti’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.
"Na: ??"
"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 re terror of the dark environnt 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 ga 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 ga prompt, frowning slightly, "What does Eighth Level Idealism Strength an?"
"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 so fun. Why drop such a heavy bomb on ?"
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 ga.
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 ga 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 mont, due to the vibration, the radio fastened to his belt suddenly turned on: "Hello everyone, I am the flopped writer, the most fallen donkey. Welco to our eight o’clock segnt ’The Writer’s Voice’ (static)... Any questions about the latest Chapter you read today? Surely, you have so monthly tickets, right?"
A female voice ca through the radio: "Hello author, I am your female fan. (Sharp static) I loved your book ’Obsession’ the most. Please tell , why did you suddenly stop writing? It made 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 ti preparing, but then it plumted, 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 sowhat 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.
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