Lords: From Civilization to the Stars.

Chapter 74: If there is profit, you can sell yourself out

"..."

Why am I here?
Standing blankly under the Plague Heroes Memorial Column, the player stared blankly at the ruins in front of him. He felt that his cognition seemed to be gradually awakening, and it seemed that some golden, hopeful images began to run in his mind, replacing some of his original thought circuits and ideas.

He remembered that he was a player and an official member. He found a way to communicate with the Skaven Underground Empire and took the lead in becoming a communication channel between the Negative Stars and the players.

Players, ratmen, and star-negators, a trade route that can be carried out within the chaotic wasteland has emerged.

The prerequisite is to be able to trust each other.

The conditions given by the Negative Stars were that the goods must be delivered to Fool's Beach or Sage's Beach in the Broken Land, or directly to the Giant Tree Outpost. The other party refused to hand over the goods outside, but at the same time, the supplies and rewards they gave were very generous. Gold and gems were almost one-tenth of the market price.

The rats' requirements were not high, they could provide some tunnels and routes in exchange for a batch of dimensional stones and magic crystals. Similarly, the negative star people needed a large amount of supplies and could also eat dimensional stones.

In other words, as long as the player can go through this route, they can basically just take the goods over and get the gold back, without any middlemen making a profit from the difference.

Such good news should be told to others... yes, tell others.

"..."

Will once again became blurred in the face of the golden light.

The player thought vaguely, and stumbled towards the expected Hope City area according to his own thoughts, his mind filled with golden memories and thoughts.

Walking in the snow, the cold air did not calm people down, but instead ignited many emotions in the mind. Even when the player was just walking on the road, he felt his brain and emotions boiling and burning, as if something was brewing in his soul.

After walking for more than an hour, he finally returned from the Plague Heroes Memorial Column to the tavern where players often stayed.

As soon as I pushed open the door, a figure that looked a little hunched came up.

It was like a distorted shadow that appeared at the right place.

"You, you are here? Yes, yes. I have everything here. Whatever you want, I have it here. Yes, yes. As long as you can ignore the underground voices, we can cooperate. Cooperation!"

"You are... from the underground kingdom..."

"Yes Yes!"

"I……"

Covering his stinging forehead, the player shook his head, looking at the hunched ratman in front of him, and felt a blackout in front of his eyes. It was as if something strange had taken over his will, or as if he had drunk a lot of strong alcohol and blacked out.

When the player regained his consciousness, he was already at a banquet full of food and drinks, surrounded by other players who looked tired and confused. The players in leather clothes were also sitting at the round table, watching everything in front of them in a half-awake state.

Then, almost at the same time, everyone woke up suddenly as if an illusion had been broken.

"What's going on?! What happened?!"

"Are we being attacked?"

"It's a soul attack!"

All the players instinctively drew their weapons and looked warily at each other, who were completely strangers.

They all noticed that something seemed to be wrong with each other. The hazy illusion seemed to rise again, but was soon broken, causing waves of uneasy commotion in the room.

Everyone's memory was distorted and bizarre, and they couldn't remember what they had done. Only the man sitting at the round table farthest from the door covered his head and waved to everyone with a dignified look on his face. He seemed a little unbelievable, but he pretended to be calm.

"I'm the official person in charge, my name is Anderson. This is an attack from an unknown source. What we need to do now is to stay calm and not attack each other." Anderson is more or less an Internet celebrity, and looking at that somewhat familiar face, many players felt a little reassured.

Looking at the players who had already quieted down, Anderson gestured for everyone to sit down and whispered:

"Do you feel like there's something wrong with your body?"

"felt it……"

"Is such that."

The players who gathered in the tavern looked at each other, with subtle and unnatural expressions on their faces.

No matter how slow they were, they realized that something was wrong with the situation. What kind of power could bring them all together and make them think of the Negative Star Man and the caravan at the same time?

Each of them could feel that it was like a dream some time ago, and everyone began to report to their organizations and caravans in an orderly manner. Then they began to negotiate and operate like a madman, and all the contracts and routes were finalized in just a few days.

This is an attack from the Negative Stars, there is no doubt about it.

But when they finally regained consciousness, a belated reminder made their expressions become even more strange.

'Hint! You have been gifted with new talents for a special journey!'

'Talent: The Blessed'

'From: Negative Star'

'You are being watched by a great being, whose blessing can bring about positive changes in your physique. Of course, this blessing is also a curse, and you will hate the descendants of the dark gods, but every time you kill a demon, you will get a stronger reward.

The more demons you kill, the more you will use their power to strengthen yourself. The more you kill, the more you gain. To express his apology, the Negative Star has sealed the power of a demon in you.

Make good use of it and don't let him down.'

'Warning: This talent is likely to cause some unusual situations. Please pay attention.'

"…Devil's power?"

Damn, killing monsters gives you experience points!

The attention of the gods and the unique talents that they dreamed of in the forum, they got them inexplicably?

After seeing the status of the blessed ones displayed in the player's status bar, the players looked at the light golden lines on their arms and suddenly felt that working for NPCs was not such a difficult thing to accept.

At least they give a lot, the entry benefits are beyond everyone's reach. Wouldn't it be better if you said it earlier? Why use such rude means? For players, whoever gives you milk is your mother. It's not unacceptable for us to kneel down and lick your toes.

Looking at the flames that lit up at their fingertips as their minds responded to their thoughts, many players looked at each other in the room, and their hearts became excited.

Supernatural powers, supernatural powers that can bring back the original world, what's there to say?

Just be a dog and if he's a little rude just treat it as a kick, what's the big deal?

What's more, this caravan made more than three times the profit, they are truly like a god descending to earth.

"Should we...just organize a church? If we do this in another world, maybe we can get some extra benefits."

Looking at his fellow players whose runes were lighting up as if in resonance, a player suddenly suggested in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)