Chapter 114. Prelude to trouble
The recent days had not been good for Aistein. It was not because he was stuck on a mission, or because he could not get the equipnt he wanted because he was too unlucky...
It was mainly because of the annoying atmosphere that made him feel very uncomfortable.
There were more and more suspicious voices.
The suspicion towards "Char."
It all started more than a month ago (in-ga ti). At that ti, after the ga was under maintenance, the information film was updated for the first ti. The officially recognized PvP and war system had begun to take shape, and the enviable PvP training and playing thods were widely distributed in various human towns under the rule of the United Holy Kingdom.
At that ti, there was a popular taphor on the forum, saying that the original "fantasy world" was as reserved as a proud rich lady, ignoring you. Many players spent three months trying to figure out how to conquer her, but after the first maintenance, she suddenly beca the female protagonist and ca up to them and said that her body was very hot.
Any normal person would know what to choose ...
However, they did not participate.
Nearly 1,000 mbers of the "Rich Association of Fla Warriors" and the "Ghost" had gathered in the North of Elfheim for the mission called "Northern Developnt."
How should he put it... It was very wrong.
It was as if the division of factions had co so suddenly that they were caught off guard, and they had thrown themselves into an obviously weaker faction without careful consideration.
So people began to regret it.
After all, they were all players. When experiencing the ga, they would put their benefits first. Not all RPG players emphasized the sense of imrsion. They enjoyed the pleasure of crushing and the pleasure of using supernatural powers without restraint...
If the United Holy Kingdom really started a war with Elfheim, what could they do with less than a thousand people in front of nearly a hundred thousand players? Did he really have to experience the sadness of the broken mountains and rivers and the ups and downs of his life in the ga?
Please, it was just a ga, did he have to be so imrsed...
Although there had yet to be a large-scale withdrawal due to the special atmosphere of the managent of these two guilds, the wide-range discussions and restless movents accompanied by the clamoring discussions made everyone feel a little uneasy.
As such, so people began to suspect that this was the work of Char, who was deliberately ssing with them. His purpose was to let the two major guilds, "Fla" and "Ghost", fall far behind.
It had been more than four months since the ga was launched. Originally, the "Fla" had always been the top guild because of Ninja Blade's outstanding performance. It was the "number one Guild" in both na and reality. Behind it, the "Ghost " and "Fla" were equally matched.
But now, "Fla", which focused on warrior recruitnt missions and expanded the Guild to 2000 mbers, had a faint trend of surpassing these two. Other small elite guilds with one or two hundred mbers were also erging one after another. For a ti, hundreds of flowers blood, as if the "outside world" had suddenly beco several tis more lively.
And they were still cooped up in such a place, struggling to develop and build up.
Nothing could be hidden these days. The forum had been ridiculing their seemingly stupid actions for a month, and people's emotions were easily affected by other people's comnts. Most of the people who were dissatisfied with the current situation could not stand the ridicule.
They did not want to criticize their own people, so their complaints were all directed at Char.
Aistein was furious, but he could do nothing about it.
He was a reasonable person, and he felt that the big boss was right. He heard that when the president went to him, he didn't agree with it. They wanted to do sothing to thank him for the help he had provided in the past.
After all, he was Apple Pie's second uncle!
At that ti, most people had agreed to this because they had been hit in the head by the 6kW experience. They felt that this was the happiest deal in the world, and it was definitely a profit.
Now that the mission reward was coming closer and closer, they began to make a clean deal...
What kind of person was this?
Even if they were to take a step back, they had brought this upon themselves. What did this have to do with Big Boss Char? The choice was clearly made by him...
That was why Aistein could not understand why such selfish thinking would spread and beco more and more intense.
Unfortunately, not everyone was self-reflecting, and not everyone was willing to admit their mistakes. All they did was to make themselves feel a little more comfortable.
For example, it felt good to criticize others, and it made him feel good.
"Xiao 'AI, what are you doing here?"
Aistein looked up in the direction of the voice. It was Nelwin.
"Ah... Big sister."
"the mission is complete. It's ti to go back and get our reward. Let's go, take a screenshot, and send it to that guy. Tell him that we've successfully completed the mission." Nelwin said excitedly.
"Yes, it's done."
Aistein mumbled as he looked at Philin Town which had changed greatly.
For more than a month, a large number of industrial buildings had been built around the base called "Tomorrow's Ark".
The various materials they obtained on the Red Grasslands had beco the nourishnt for this industrial town. They watched it develop from a small town to what it was today, producing all kinds of military arms, food, energy batteries, and high-level materials every day.
Then, these materials would be handed over to the experintal center where Ms. Rylai was located and turned into forging materials and standard equipnt for various high-level enchantnts. So would return to them as rewards, while the rest would be spread throughout Elfheim.
Sotis, even Aistein would feel as if this was not a ga, but the real world, because their every move would bring incomparably real feedback.
For example, as the hunting went on, there were fewer and fewer magical beasts around Philin Town. In their place were the mines and fields that spread out from the town, like a pool of ink stains, getting bigger and bigger.
Ever since the red soil was improved, the elves' crops had taken root in the Red Grasslands. Then, with the help of the botanist, they gradually grew taller and ripened in a month. They were then harvested, packed into bags, and transported into the city...
The elves even had floral prints on the outside of the bags of food, which was extrely exquisite.
This kind of satisfaction from nothing made him deeply fascinated.
"Big sister, have you heard about those things?" He could not help but ask.
"You an those troublemakers?" Nelwin raised his eyebrows.
"Yes."
"It's not a big deal."
"In the past month, the mockery in the forum has never stopped," Nelwin said disdainfully, "But what about after the "Fantasy monthly report" ca out this month? Ain't that group of players embarrassed? The average level of active players has risen from 24 to 34. "MandalaM has risen from 21 to 32 because of the crazy recruitnt, but what about us? Currently, the lowest-leveled lifestyle player in both guilds was level 35, while their main force was level 40 and above. There were 20 players above level 45. If we were to make a ranking list, we would be able to occupy half of the top 100. What are you worried about?"
"But they..."
"But what? This kind of dissatisfaction is normal. This is the "pressure" and "anxiety" brought about by public opinion. You should also experience it." She suddenly changed the topic and said mysteriously, "Besides, do you really think that guy has "disappeared without a trace"? Now that such a big mission has ended, do you think he will let us be idle?"
"Could it be..."
Aistein's heart suddenly beat faster.
Was he finally going to do sothing?
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