These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 4 A small wish

"Well, let's leave it like this for now. If it's really not suitable, we can change people later!"

Ning Zheng, who became full of confidence, planned to start recruiting people formally.

After all, the Sword-Forging Villa had been vacant for several days, and everything was in ruins, so it was time to prepare to welcome new friends.

He also hadn't thought of living in the Sword Casting Villa.

He now lives in Lingzhuang at the foot of the mountain and it is quite nice. Everyone here is a genius, and the lovely folks are also a source of income.

Soon, Xiao Ai created a simple official website and people started leaving messages.

[Road Rage Unnie: 100% virtual simulation? Are you kidding me? And the so-called host of this game, is he recruiting a dog planner in the game? ]

[Handsome Second Generation: I think it’s quite interesting, allowing players to be part planner and part player, managing themselves, I’m interested. ]

[Fang Qing: This should be a special way of playing. I’ll do it. I’m the best at managing these stinky leeks who are full of nonsense! ]

There aren't many messages, only a few hundred in the whole day, so it doesn't seem to be very popular.

“They actually got in touch!”

Ning Zheng felt a sense of familiarity when looking at his friends from his hometown. Those familiar Chinese characters made him feel like he was back home when he was a slave in another world.

When he came to this world, his forging talent was mediocre. He was targeted by these monsters all day long, and even the slaves bullied him.

Even after fleeing to the foot of the mountain, I was in constant fear every day, as there was not even a single living person around.

Although I have developed a patient and steady character over the past twenty years, my spirit is on the verge of collapse and I am almost going crazy!
Everything is different now.

After connecting to his hometown, seeing the once familiar words made him feel tears well up in his eyes. This was not because of homesickness, but a sense of joy of breaking free from slavery and welcoming a new life.

"Xiao Ai."

【I am here】

"Thank you."

He is not a pretentious person. He has been grateful for this "fate" over the years, which has given him the confidence to fight desperately against those monsters in this cruel and terrifying world.

Xiao Ai: [You’re welcome. Please work hard. Life kisses me with pain, but I repay it with songs.]

Although Xiao Ai looks dull, she is actually a bit dull.

Xiao Ai: [Based on the comparison of active data of the games I follow, the probability of sudden death in the game is as high as 99%. ]

According to Xiao Ai Assistant's analysis, generally speaking, for this kind of game that has almost no publicity, it's good enough to have a few thousand players, and like most games, it's a dead end.

After all, the game is very competitive now.

"It's not a high requirement anyway."

"I only need a hundred men now."

Ning Zheng was a little confused. Why did she need so many people?

There is a lot of work to be done, so it would be perfect to invite a hundred or so friends to visit here.

No matter how many more people there are, we can’t afford to support or manage them now.

Xiao Ai gave a suggestion: [Master, it is recommended to reserve 100 seats for the first test, and 900 viewers in the form of wandering souls can be reserved, for a total of 1000 people.]

Xiao Ai said that the main focus of this niche game is social management.

There is no combat system, but there is a unique "spectator system" that can switch the blacksmith's perspective.

It is mainly a small and harmonious circle of sword-making enthusiasts, where everyone watches a blacksmith making swords and learns from the experience.

Ning Zheng didn't want to make things so complicated.

But Xiao Ai said that the tourists were [waiting in line to land], so a hundred people would take turns on duty 24 hours a day to keep the place full, and Ning Zheng accepted it.

But what he was thinking about was another aspect of the problem.

It is true that he had been lonely for a long time and was very hospitable. In his understanding, it was probably like running an inn, welcoming tourists and people to come and chat with him.

But a businessman with good fortune has to make deals after all!
You provide the game, and they provide the luck.

It's normal to be a little unlucky for playing games, right?
And Xiao Ai's assistant also said that bad luck in the game will not affect their real life and will not cause them harm, so he felt relieved.

However, how much luck to cut is a question.

A normal person has about 10 points of luck per day.

If it’s below 5 points, you’re in big trouble!
You may even be seriously injured, die, fall into a pit of manure, get your eyes pierced by splinters, become possessed by a demon and have your strength reduced, and many bad things may happen to you. It can be said that you are possessed by the god of plague and being chased by the god of death.

If they come in, they will probably be killed soon.

From 7 to 6 o'clock, this is a bit unlucky, usually just bird shit on your head.

Ning Zheng felt that the cute little blacksmiths might not be able to accept it.

Bird droppings are the most common sign of bad luck, but they are also the most harmless and safest.

The reason for its frequent appearance is very simple. There are many crows overhead in this mountainous area. If you are unlucky, it is normal to drop bird droppings.

This is a regional specialty.

People who don't live in this area will never know how bad those crows are.

It's very smart. It aims at you specifically to drop the air, and makes a triumphant roar.

The creatures at the top of the food chain here are not the resentful souls living in Lingzhuang, but the crows that ride on the heads of the resentful souls and shit every day.

Ning Zheng maintains luck that is 15 points higher than that of an ordinary person, not for anything else, but mainly to avoid being harmed by those damn crows!
The pain I endured before when I didn’t have good luck to protect me was too painful to recall.

Whenever I go out, I always carry an umbrella and a sword.

Ning Zheng had wanted to kill these crows a long time ago and restore the clear blue sky to these mountains.

All in all, according to his current thinking, if each person inhales 2 points, there will be 8 points left under normal circumstances. This way, there will be almost no side effects and they can live happily.

After all, the most important thing about playing games is having fun.

He remembered how happy he was when he played King of Fighters in the arcade with his friends when he was a kid, so naturally he hoped that they could be as happy.

He is willing to achieve mutual benefit within his capacity and bring the joy of the game to everyone. The only regret is that this "tourist inn" is so conscientiously run, how long will it take to make a profit?

Ugh.

Of the three options, this one should be the safest, but also the one with the least gain.

The next morning.

Ning Zheng finished her meal early, interacted with her sister for a while, and then prepared for today's work with full of anticipation and curiosity, and went up the mountain to [start the server].

Today is the day the villa is recruiting people, and it is also the first time I have presided over the sword-forging work since I became the head of the family. I feel a bit of anticipation and uneasiness in my heart.

I don’t know how to recruit regular villagers, and I can’t recruit them, so I can only study these special blacksmiths slowly.

"Brother, have a safe trip to the villa."

Ning Jiao Jiao handed the package and sword to Ning Zheng as usual, and saw her off gently at the door.

Ning Zheng nodded, "Well, today is special. The villa is hiring people, so I may be back late. If I'm late, you can eat first."

He paused, "Our days will get better and better."

Ning Jiao Jiao's eyes lit up, full of dreams and longings, "Really? Find someone to jump into the well as bait for me, I want to fish too! Don't want to be caught!"

Ning Zheng was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that she had such deep resentment. She smiled and said, "Then we can sit together at the wellhead, drink tea, hold fishing rods, and enjoy the fun of fishing. We don't have to endure hunger anymore."

The weather is not very good today.

Gloomy black clouds squeezed the sky, and the cold wind blew the trees under the entire mountain. The surrounding environment was dark, making people feel scared.

On the first day of business, of course the first thing to do was to recruit a manager and a blacksmith.

He took a mask and made up himself, transforming himself into a white-haired old man, playing the role of an old steward from the previous generation who was preparing to retire.

It is not appropriate for him to appear in person as the owner of the manor.

One is that they look young and untrustworthy.

The second is that the cultivation level is too low and it is easy to be exposed. It is better to stay mysterious and powerful without showing up.

The third is to always be on guard against others.

Next, Ning Zheng walked along the mountain road, recalling how the old manager had received, settled, and taught the new blacksmiths, and how he had improved things.

Because he really can't put on a harsh and abusive face, a gentle style is also very good.

Although he has been enduring darkness, deduction and exploitation in this world.

But he still believes that if you treat others with sincerity, others will treat you with sincerity.

The game was pitch black.

"Please enter a name of two to four characters."

"Jiu Cairong."

After typing these three words, everything in front of my eyes suddenly went dark.

Click!

At eight o'clock in the morning, a loud thunderclap sounded in the sky, lighting up the whole world again.

"Come in? As expected of a small workshop, this is too simple! Where's the face shaping! Where's the krypton gold! Where's the race! Where's the gender!"

Jiucairong complained, and a look of shock suddenly appeared on his face.

Because he immediately felt the wind whistling and hitting softly on his face.

He stood in a grove of trees and could smell the fresh earth in the air.

The moist feeling of the morning mist hitting the skin, the buzzing of flies flying around the ears, the fragrant smell of fruit trees, and the strange, gloomy, depressing and terrifying atmosphere of the distant mountains.

“Oh my god! This view!”

He raised his head and looked at the vast sky, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

Strong wind.

Dark clouds.

It feels like wandering in a beautiful fairy tale world!

puff.

The piece of bird shit that suddenly fell on my head.

"Nutty stuff?"

He touched his head with his hand and sniffed it, and he seemed to have not yet realized what it was, so he licked his fingers instinctively.

"Why does this smell?" He pursed his lips and thought, frowned, and fell into thought again. His expression finally began to gradually twist and turn into pain.

What the hell!

Awesome pen!!!

He couldn't help being moved to tears. He bent over, pressed his throat with his fingers, and vomited violently.

Ya~~ ya~!
Crows flew across the sky, cawing as if mocking.

"Fuck, you are such a wild monster that you deserve a beating. You are like the monkeys in a certain scenic spot!"

Jiucairong, who was standing on the lawn, was educated by the local specialties. He silently remembered this grudge and felt everything in nature.

Feeling the twitching and cramping of his stomach and the strong urge to vomit, every nerve seemed to be producing a wonderful chemical effect, making him feel more and more that he was actually alive in this magical world.

How cool!

The wind blowing on my body feels more refreshing than drinking a refreshing drink of soda.

How could it be so real!!
"Try again." He suddenly realized that his big white teeth were gnawing on the bark of the big tree next to him, and he took a bite, feeling the bitter and sweet taste on his taste buds.

"Holy shit! Can you really eat food in this game? How do you do that?!"

(End of this chapter)