Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"Dawn Camp is so large. In order to increase the cohesion of these large guilds and to motivate them to work harder, we could consider transforming a few planets into habitable ones."

Anran paced back and forth in the cockpit.

Although the initial renovation investment was large, it paled in comparison to the subsequent construction investment.

We'll then lease these modified planets to guilds that want to establish a presence there—or they can afford to buy the planets themselves.

Once they secure a base, the guild will definitely work hard to build their planet, purchasing materials, manpower, and technology from the church's merchant guild.

This is equivalent to Enron shifting the cost of building the planet onto the players.

Although this construction speed was much slower than the Mechanicus taking action directly, it bound those major guilds to the Mechanicus's chariot.

So much real money has been poured in, how can we just run away like that?

An Ran pulled up the star map near the Machine Soul Tower and decided to transform five planets in one go.

The order of rentals will be determined by the guild's total contribution value. In addition, the higher the contribution value, the closer the planet will be to the Machine Soul Tower.

This setup immediately triggers a competitive mentality.

Those large guilds that are unwilling to fall behind will definitely work hard to increase their contribution points.

This is a situation that Anran is happy to see.

Under Christopher's leadership, the planetary terraforming project was quickly implemented.

Since Anran had no intention of concealing this information, the players of the Time-Space Rift received the news on the second day after the plan was implemented.

I've heard that Enron is planning to rent out those planets, and exclusively to us players.

【real?】

[These are Christopher's own words, with video attached]

When the video was released, the leaders of Warhammer, Red House, Lingyun Pavilion, Dream Ship, and even the Sky Guild which was about to transfer to Time and Space, all got excited.

This is an opportunity!

Taking over a planet proves their status as veterans in the transdimensional world.

Planet builders!

Moreover, it's in a key area like Dawn Camp in this version.

Wearing such a glamorous hat will undoubtedly earn you a lot of points in the year-end evaluations.

bang bang bang-

In the virtual conference room, the guild leader of the Sky Guild, Carbonated Drink, slammed his fist on the table, excitedly addressing the guild's management: "This is an opportunity! If we, as outsiders, can seize this opportunity, we can quickly gain a foothold in the Time-Space Realm, and thus make up for the losses caused by leaving our previous faction!"

The people sitting around the long table started discussing excitedly.

As the third largest guild in the country, the Azure Sky Guild has always been known for its rational and shrewd internal management.

What carbonated drinks can see, they can certainly see too.

The problem is that they will likely encounter a lot of trouble when they first arrive.

"If we have the conditions, we'll go for it; if we don't, we'll create them!" Carbonated Drink waved his hand dismissively. "Right now, the only opponents in our path are Warhammer Guild and Red House Guild. I know Warhammer; their guild leader, Warhammer, is practically left to his own devices. As long as we don't do anything reckless, our only opponent will be Red House Guild. I don't think you guys really believe that a guild that's been around for almost ten years can't compete with those newbies, do you?"

"How is this possible!"

"We are professionals."

"No one knows better than us how to run a guild!"

Carbonated drinks are full of confidence.

However, less than two days later, he received a message saying that he needed to have a high enough contribution value to rent a planet.

"..."

Carbonated Drink looked at its faction panel.

Affiliation: None.

Faction contribution: 0

Gan!

"Can't this lousy ship go a little faster?"

"No, no, I need to calm down. Even if those smaller guilds have higher contribution points than us, they shouldn't be able to afford this money."

"But we can't relax yet. It's estimated that it will take more than half a year to complete the transformation. Once we join the Time-Space Guild, we'll hurry up and start earning contribution points. We'll also try to communicate with other guilds. If they're willing to give us their spots, that would be even better."

With the addition of the Azure Sky Guild, the Time-Space Rift has become even more lively.

The competition between several major guilds has gotten all the players in the faction on edge.

The trading harbor is picturesque, with both new and old chives growing vigorously!

The news that the Sky Guild left its original faction and joined the Time-Space Guild has caused a great stir on the forum.

Most people were puzzled by this.

Although they suffered a great loss in the mission with the Pala tribe, it shouldn't be enough to make the Sky Guild decide to leave their original faction directly.

Switching factions to join Chronosphere at this point, compared to guilds like Warhammer, meant being two whole major expansions behind.

I just love watching them court disaster.

[This secures our spot]

Carbonated drinks: [There's still some time before the end of the year, take your time.]

Stubborn to the end.

Carbonated drinks disdain arguing with these people; he firmly believes he is right. After saying that, he throws himself into his daily routine of accumulating contribution points.

Just as the entire Cult of Machines was thriving, Anran also received a message from the Chain of Judgment.

Under their blockade, the great tree temporarily abandoned its plan to attack the Dawn Camp and began to wander in the outer realms, seemingly looking for an opportunity to become stronger.

"I wonder what Judd will think when he receives this news?"

Maybe he'll get so angry that he'll smash something?

If it were Anran, she definitely wouldn't have done that.

It's such a waste of money to break things.

She chuckled to herself for a while, then her gaze fell on the game map.

The Chain of Judgment didn't cut down the big tree directly, which is exactly the situation Anran wanted to see.

By keeping that tree, she has more room to maneuver.

There are still quite a few people living in the vast outer realms, and they are powerless to resist the invasion of the great tree.

At this point, the Cult of Mechanism stepped forward.

"The Cult of Machines can offer protection to any tribe that is willing to submit!"

Normally, these tribes would most likely ignore the Mechanicus.

But now things are different; the ferocious tree has taught them a lesson with its vines.

In this world where the strong rule, even if you don't provoke anyone and just quietly tend to your own little corner of the world, you might still be picked off by a passing monster.

Do not erupt in silence, but perish in silence.

Being a coward won't help.

"Divine punishment! This is divine punishment! I regret my actions so much!"

Deep inside the cave, an elderly man with gray hair slapped his thigh in frustration.

His clothes were tattered and covered in mud, which had splashed onto him as he ran through the heavy rain.

His appearance was already bad enough, so he didn't care that water droplets kept hitting his shoulders from the top of the cave.

"Elder, what should we do next?"

In the distance, a young man sitting next to a protruding rock sighed softly and asked.

The disaster struck so fast that they fled without taking anything with them.

Even so, many of their people still perished in the monsters' pursuit, devoured in the blink of an eye by vines as thick as buckets.

Their personal strength, which they were so proud of, was utterly insignificant in the face of those monsters. Even the one hailed as the greatest master in the world could only manage a draw against three monsters.

The problem is that there are still millions of such powerful monsters.

If you think this is despair, you are sorely mistaken. Before hiding in the cave, the young man watched helplessly as a vine as thick as a small mountain fell from the sky and slammed onto the Hundred Thousand Mountains, which his tribe called the Trial Grounds.

With a single sweep, the mountains crumbled, and the mountainous terrain turned into plains.

The underground lava reflected half the sky red, and the vines seemed to enjoy themselves as if taking a bath in the lava.

This little fire won't hurt or itch.

The young people stimulated by this scene have lost their goals in life and completely lost their arrogance.

What else can we do?

They might be captured by those monsters at any time.

The panicked young man now only hoped that the elder in front of him could offer a solution.

After all, the longer you live, the more you see.

However, the elder simply shook his head in silence.

"This is a punishment sent down by the gods of nature. It is a disaster that human beings cannot resist. All we can do now is wait here and maybe we can hold out until the disaster is over."

"..."

The young man looked up at the stalactites above him.

Water flows down the rocks and eventually gathers into droplets.

tick-

The crisp sound reminded the young man of what had happened a few days earlier.

The weather was fine that day when a strange man suddenly appeared in the square outside the auction house.