Infrastructure starts from the game

"Strange, I just recharged my magic power yesterday!"

Leif looked at the lower left corner of the magic screen and said.

In that position, there's a big super ugly ball, half blue and one red, but it's pretty understandable.

Red is life and blue is magic.

If there is no red, it is dead, and if there is no blue, magic (skills) cannot be released.

The level and equipment determine the lethality of a skill. The more powerful the equipment, the more special effects it has, and the more glittering it is.

These levels and equipment are obtained by killing.

Players wear equipment to kill chickens, cows, monsters, bosses, and other players, just like opening a box, expecting better equipment to burst out of the enemy's corpse;

Then they wear better equipment and continue to kill chickens, cows, monsters, bosses, and other players, one against ten, one against fifty, one against one hundred, one against one thousand, in the refreshing feeling of upgrading Looking forward to the next round of more and better equipment.

"Legend" is such a simple and unpretentious game.

Players repeat the cycle of killing, opening boxes, upgrading, killing, opening boxes, and upgrading. With better equipment and stronger combat effectiveness, players can kill more enemies to gain praise and glory, and then get spiritual satisfaction. .

Almost the epitome of some kind of social law.

So it is inevitably more social.

At the beginning of this game, it "seemed" to be fair.

Ordinary players can also obtain better equipment by killing monsters and gain stronger combat power, so as to attract attention; local tyrants can only honestly kill monsters, or buy them from other players.

Therefore, the price of selling a piece of equipment for hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands is very reasonable.

Sometimes "high play" people are not willing to sell.

It made the local tyrants very distressed and further increased the price of weapons.

Until a guy who didn't know if he should be called a game producer had an idea and developed a "free game".

In the "free game", props can be bought, level experience points can be bought, and equipment can be bought even more. Yes, if you charge [-] yuan, you can crush those who charged [-] yuan, if you charge [-] yuan, you can crush [-] yuan, if you charge [-] yuan, you can crush [-] yuan, and if you charge more than [-] yuan, you can get the special service of the game company. Directly provide dog planning to accompany and play.

The player's game fun has also become cutting leeks.

Ordinary players are leeks.

And the game company tricked Xiaobai, who was still fantasizing about opening the box to get equipment, through the viral advertisement of "send the server as soon as it opens" and "slaying the dragon knife, 999 for one knife". Gu kings, after the entire server class is solidified, a new server will be opened, and a new round of Gu kings will be competed for. After seven or eight Gu queens are raised, it will be almost combined... no, the server will be merged, and then a group of Gu kings will slaughter each other until the end. I really can't go on anymore, stop the server and close the game, make a skin-changing game (or just change the name without changing the skin), and let's start from the beginning again.

This kind of gameplay probably doesn't work well in the wizarding world.

The population is too small.

Xie Sisu's local tyrants are probably only enough to compete for a round of Gu kings, and there will be no new servers after that.

Besides, Angor's main purpose is not to make money.

(Sir Mandela: ...)

In order to prolong the life of the game, Angel added two settings that could be scolded to death by Blue Star players.

One is meditation.

In the original version of "Legend", mana can be recovered slowly and automatically, or through drug use. Angel removed this setting, forcing players to meditate on a copy of the mini-game to recover.

This is very unsmooth.

Who wants to lose popularity suddenly when he is killing himself in the right way?

If they were on Blue Star, it would definitely cause countless people to abandon the game. Unfortunately, the players of Xieser had no choice but to honestly "meditate" to replenish their magic power, and they even felt that this setting was quite realistic.

——A real magician also needs to replenish his magic power through meditation. Even a curse mage will not have endless magic power.

Mr. Rafe is like that.

After seeing that he had no magic power, he cursed twice, returned to the city through the resurrection teleportation array, found a safe place and started to play meditation games, such as "Magic Cube".

Speaking of these small games, Mr. Leif was addicted to them when he first came into contact with the magic power base station.

At that time, he felt that "meditation" was so fun that he could play it without sleeping.

But inserting this in the battle of "Legend" made people a little irritable. Mr. Leif reluctantly began to meditate as if he had finished his homework.

The effect of this kind of meditation is very low, and several of them can't be charged at all.

Mr. Rafe became even more irritable.

However, the dialog box in the lower right corner of the screen is still lit up:

"Where are you?"

"Team battle."

"Assemble to the temple (coordinates: X:876, Y: 112)"

It's a guild.

Mr. Leif licked his lips, and replied cautiously: "I have no magic power, and I am replenishing my magic power."

"XX's!" The other side immediately cursed, "Didn't I let you save some time? I can't help you when it's important!"

Mr. Leif laughed dryly and said, "...why are you fighting again?"

"What 'again', is to keep hitting!" The other side replied.

When Rafe saw this sentence, he couldn't help but swear.

He finally understood why his magic power was consumed so quickly recently.

It was used by this group of dogs raised by X!

This is another unique setting of this game.

Angel also knew that it would be inhumane to kill halfway to meditate, so he made a supplementary setting.

guild.

Players can invite other players to join the guild. In addition to the normal combat power bonus, guild members also have a magic pool. The characteristic of this magic pool is that the more magic power shared by guild players, the more meditation magic bonus the magic pool gives , guild members can draw part of the magic power from the magic power pool according to their status level and seniority.

This mechanism leads to the fact that the more players in the guild, the more magic power the guild cadres can control.

As a result, male membership in the Players Club is growing faster than female membership.

Angor did it on purpose.

In the beginning, Cesser had significantly more female members.

After all, women are more active in chasing stars than men, and they are more willing to buy peripherals and go on a pilgrimage to the Holy Land of Cecilia, so most of the first batch of members are girls like Xueli.

But Angel's goal is not these lovely children.

After Angor opened the guild mechanism, the number of male players who came for "Legend" began to increase rapidly. In order to give themselves a little more magic power, many players started guilds, pulled their acquaintances into the club, entered this game, and gave themselves Provide more mana.

That's how Rafe was drawn into the club.

At the beginning, he existed as a simple tool of the magic power pool, but after understanding the gameplay of "Legend", he also invested in it, and then pulled three or four friends into the club.

However, this is Rafe's limit.

The Players Club has very high requirements for members, and generally not everyone can join. He has already found suitable people in Leif's circle, and those who have not joined the club now will not be suitable in the future.

In this way, Leif will always be the bottom of the guild.

Like just now, he was drawn by the superior of his guild.

Leif didn't dare to blame those people, he just muttered:

"Compared to meditation, it is really necessary to deepen the magic pool!"

He felt that the more "offlines" he had, the more he could draw from the magic pool.

But the address book is gone.

Leif unwillingly opened his friend panel, checked it repeatedly, and tried to find a way out of it.

First rule out his wife.

Although the tigress entered the club for some reason, but she must not be allowed to know that she was playing this game. If she came over, it would be troublesome, and she would not be able to be free in the game.

Damn, she is obviously a member, but she can't be allowed to enter this game.

If you're not a member, you can still play games... okay?

"Wait a minute, it's not limited to members, right?" Rafe murmured excitedly.

He did find it.

Leif immediately wanted to rush out and catch two people on the street to test his idea, but before he could start to act, he saw a new conversation from the guild:

"Come to public room No. [-] for a meeting."

Rafe's face fell instantly.

This kind of temporary guild meeting is obviously not good.

Based on the news of the team battle just now, [-]% of them lost, and the guild leader found someone to get mad.

Mr. Leif naturally didn't want to go.

If there is regret medicine, he really hopes that he can enter the player club earlier, create his own guild, and eat offline when he is online, instead of being squeezed by others.

But he just thought about it.

Leif knew that even if he founded the guild, he would not be the president.

After all, there is still a difference between online games in the wizarding world and real online games. Here, they are connected by the real network. Everyone has known each other in reality before they come together. In a game like "Legend", where the strongest is king, The guild relationship is projected into reality, the small guilds are swallowed up, and the big guilds are classified according to the real relationship.

For example, the president of Leif's current guild is in reality a very wealthy earl and also Lefe's most important client, an existence that Lefe must not offend.

Rafe couldn't refuse the other party's order, so he walked slowly to the public room designated by the other party.

In the lounge, there were already a few unlucky ghosts like Leif standing, and a middle-aged man in his 40s with a white wool curly wig was sitting on the main seat with a big sword, staring fiercely. to the door.

Rafe greeted hurriedly, and slipped into the room like a mouse.

The count ignored him and looked at the door, as if waiting for something.

Leif didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he waited in this suffocating air for more than 20 minutes. Finally, a servant ran in and reported in a panic:

"Uncle, Lord Earl, I've confirmed that it's the kid from the Gerry family who's looking for trouble just now. There are more than 30 of them in the Player's Club near Seisser Public School..."

"boom!"

The count slapped his palm on the table before he finished listening, and roared angrily, "A group of brats with no respect for their elders!"

Judging by his appearance, it seems that he wants to run to a real PK.

A few dog-legs quickly echoed and comforted:

"Yeah, the brats are becoming more and more outrageous now!"

"They don't even know who their opponent is!"

"If those boys know that they have offended the Earl, they will definitely come to apologize!"

"It's no wonder we lost. The group of idle brats in the public school have no other advantages, but there are more people!"

The last sentence caused everyone present to stare involuntarily.

If you don't know how to speak, don't speak, and specifically mention the word "lose", do you think the earl is not angry enough?

"boom!"

Sure enough, this time the earl kicked the table over.

"They have a lot of people?" The earl roared like a lion, "Then why are we few?! Didn't you already ask you to expand your membership?!"

...That can't compare to the convenience of the status of the students!

But entering the game, these middle-aged people in their 40s and [-]s are not much different from children.

The Earl is now nothing more than an adolescent child who has failed to court a mate.

The earl's copper-bell-like eyes stared at each of them, as if looking for someone to blame, and everyone could only lower their heads.

At this time, I don't know who said in a low voice:

"We have a lot of people, but some people are clearly there, but they are useless."

Leif's hair all over his body exploded.

This clearly means Leif, who was in the club but exhausted his mana and couldn't make it to the stage.

Who is killing me? !

He looked at the crowd angrily, but couldn't find the person who framed him, but Leif felt that the Earl's eyes had fallen on him.

Leif had an idea, and hurriedly said: "Speaking of pulling people, I just thought of an idea... If it succeeds, don't say dozens of people, hundreds of people are fine."

"What idea?!" asked the Count.

"I, I read the membership description of the club. Although members must be players, players are not necessarily members!" Leif said, "I found that there is an option of temporary membership, which allows some unqualified outsiders to experience the game content. These include the first few chapters of some games, the meditation part of "Legend", and each person has dozens of temporary membership quotas, which can also be increased according to other tasks! I think these temporary members just become the magic power of our magic pool Is the battery bad?"

The count's expression froze.

Leif couldn't judge the other party's thoughts from that face, so he could only continue to say: "Actually, I just wanted to go to the street to find a few homeless people to try..."

"No tramp," said the count.

"Hey?"

"No tramps," the earl repeated, seeming to have regained his usual composure, "Since there is a quota for temporary members, then we can't let these people who don't know when they will disappear occupy such important places, we must be more stable." OK."

"As expected of the Earl! I immediately saw the inadequacy of my plan!" Lefe slapped Rainbow fart.

The earl nodded in satisfaction, and it seemed that his emotions had really recovered.

"So we hire a group of people to do this?" someone suggested.

"But there are dozens of places for one person, and hundreds or thousands of people for a guild. It's not cost-effective to hire someone specially." Some people have different opinions.

"What's the matter?" The count laughed out loud at this moment, "Aren't these people already there?"

Old Brown was a worker.

Old Brown was a worker in a watch factory.

Every decent gentleman should have a pocket watch of his own, and thanks to the industrial revolution, clocks are no longer the patent of watchmakers, but can be mass-produced.

Old Brown was standing in front of the assembly line, taking down the gears one by one and assembling them into a component.

But Old Brown couldn't afford a pocket watch of his own. He had to stand on the assembly line for ten hours a day. In a certain position of the clock, what function will it have, and what kind of watch will it be.

Old Brown is not interested in this either. He just hopes that he can move faster and install a few more components, so that he can get a few cents more money every day, so that the children in the family will not suffer from hunger.

But it is such a simple wish, it is also very difficult to achieve.

Old Brown recently felt that his eyes were a little dazzled and his hands were trembling a little. Not to mention installing a few more components, it was even difficult to achieve the amount in the past.

"If you continue to be lazy, we can only fire you!" said the team leader of his group.

I am not lazy.

Brown Sr. tried to defend himself, but was unable to make a sound.

When a person stands in front of the assembly line for ten hours or more, he is basically like a machine. He is so tired that he has lost his language ability, and even his brain is rusty and unable to function.

"Hee hee hee, what's the point of living like this?"

"It's better to die! This is also a kind of relief."

"How about it? Think about it, give me your body, I can let you die easily!"

"Maybe you can take revenge on some people."

In my mind, a voice faintly said this.

Old Brown couldn't understand the content of the voice. He only knew that when the voice sounded, his hands trembled more violently, and his skin also showed a stiff texture similar to metal.

But Old Brown dared not tell anyone.

He worried it was a disease.

Last year or the year before, a worker in a factory in the neighboring district became "sick". It is said that he infected the whole factory. Huge blood bubbles grew on everyone's body, and finally melted all over the place, and the blood flowed from the inside of the factory to the outside. .

It is said that such a thing happens every few years.

Therefore, factory owners are particularly concerned about "infectious diseases."

They hired several doctors wearing beak masks to monitor the factory gate day and night and take away those who might be sick.

It turned out that the colleague who stood on Old Brown's right--Old Brown didn't know the name of the poor man, because the only intersection they had was standing in this position every day, without any time to talk--was thus taken away by the doctors, I never came back, and I heard that I was "processed".

Old Brown was terrified of what would happen to him too.

Whatever you are afraid of will come.

When he came out of the factory that day, when he passed the factory gate cautiously, he saw a doctor with a bird's beak standing in front of him: "You, wait, do a checkup."

Great fear dominated Old Brown's body, and he froze in place.

"Hahaha, I got caught!"

"He will kill you."

"Give me your body, and I will save you!"

The voice in the body laughed wildly.

In this laughter, Old Brown felt his body was as stiff as metal, unable to move.

But at this time, the supervisor ran over and said to the doctor: "Be flexible, the boss has specially designated a number of people to bring to him today, even if one is missing."

"But..." The doctor stared at Old Brown suspiciously.

"Isn't it the same when he comes back to check?" the supervisor said, "It won't be a while."

The doctor nodded reluctantly.

The supervisor pushed Old Brown and said, "Why are you standing there, go!"

Just like that, Old Brown was roughly pushed onto the cart, and a car of people was pulled to a certain place in the residential area like livestock.

It was a very clean and beautiful neighborhood, which belonged to the area that Old Brown could not enter all his life, and there was a tulip bigger than the house in full bloom, like a miracle of the gods.

Old Brown didn't care about these, his body had been stiff since just now, and he could hardly move.

But people like Old Brown obviously can't use his dirty shoes to step into any house in the community, so they were put down in an open space near Tulip, and a petite maid lady directed the group of people , and have them draw a strange symbol in the air.

Could it be... praying?

Old Brown thought in a daze.

He believed in God.

Although God has never responded to any of his requests, it seems that people like him who want to be healthy, want more money, and want to support their children can only pray to God.

Especially the current situation.

So even though it was almost difficult to move, Old Brown still followed the maid's instructions with difficulty and sincerely, and drew the symbols.

As if laughing at his stupidity, the voice shouted again:

"Stupid, that's just an ordinary rune!"

"It doesn't do anything."

"No one can save you anymore, you can only choose me, or be killed by those 'doctors'!"

"Hee hee hee, I think I'm more..."

"Wait a minute, are you meditating?"

"You're actually meditating?!"

"You obviously don't have the talent of a mage at all! How can you meditate!?"

"No, but even so, you will not be saved!"

"Your soul has strengthened a little bit today, but what about tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?"

"Sooner or later you'll still crack!"

"It's better to obediently become my bait earlier!"

The voice was so warning, but old Brown routinely ignored it.

This time, he didn't ignore it on purpose, but Old Brown focused his attention on the small square in front of him.

Compared with the boring and repetitive assembly of unknown components, being able to move small cubes is a rare relaxation for Old Brown, and he can feel his body become flexible when moving the cubes, and it is even difficult to think for a long time What's more, the brain has become much clearer.

This must be the gods responding to him, right?

Old Brown thought movedly, and he moved these cubes with more concentration and sincerity.

After moving these cubes, Old Brown was pulled onto the cart again and transported back to the factory.

Old Brown still didn't understand what happened.

Did the boss ask them to have a collective prayer?

But at this time, Old Brown was no longer afraid. He felt that he had been watched by the gods, and he should be fine.

The same is true.

Those beak doctors examined him and found nothing abnormal, even the stiff skin returned to its original state.

"Strange, I seem to have seen something." The beak doctor said.

"You read it wrong!" Another doctor said, "Isn't it a good thing that there are no 'patients'?"

Yeah, that's a good thing.

thought old Brown, and he began to look forward to the next "prayer."

"Hahaha! We can't lose!"

At the same time, the people in the guild looked at the magical pool that had expanded dozens of times and laughed.

"As expected of the Earl, this is a great idea!" Mr. Leif patted Rainbow's butt hard, "It doesn't cost a penny to use those lazy people to expand the magic pool."

"I also have several factories under my name! You can use this too!"

"Me too!" Someone said anxiously.

"Hmph, it's just a game, it's not worthwhile to invest too much!" said the earl, rubbing his chin.

He seemed to have forgotten that he paid more than a dozen gold coins in the morning to buy the highest-grade dragon-slaying sword.

The earl said with some regret: "It's just too much trouble to have to transfer people to Manla every day!"

"Why don't you go to Sir Mandela and set up a magic club in the factory area."

"Yeah, let the scope of meditation spread throughout the dormitory."

"Anyway, those slackers are going to sleep when they go back, so let them meditate a few more times to increase the amount of magic pool."

People suggested indiscriminately.

The count laughed: "That's exactly what I mean, but it's too boring to directly negotiate terms with Mandela! I've already sent someone to Cecilia to see if there is a need for a new partner there!"

"As expected of the Earl!" Everyone praised again.

These people didn't know that the person they were talking about was in the underground of this club at this time.

There is a huge bulb growing under the tulip, just like the magic pool that expands crazily in the game, and it also expands several times in a day.

Sir Mandela hurriedly reported all this to the big black dog.

The black dog asked funnyly: "...so, it grew like this in one day."

"Yes, because they used thousands of temporary members to meditate at a time—"

"Pfft, hahahahahahahaha!" The black dog laughed wildly, "A masterpiece! A masterpiece!"

Amid such laughter, the black dog turned back into a human form.

"Ann, Mr. Angel?" Sir Mandela was frightened by the laughter, "I, are we going to stop them? This feels like a violation of the membership rules. Maybe we also need to review temporary members?"

"Why do you want to stop them? It's so fun! The devil is helping the brave man to make the sword of the brave. It's rare for me to see this scene in another 1 years!" Angel still laughed: "Hahahahahaha!"

The sword of the brave?

devil?

Mandela listened in fear, not daring to ask more questions.

He laughed for a while before stopping: "Don't stop them, let them make more bulbs!"

"If someone talks to you about the magic power base station, just give it to them."

"Just remember to sacrifice all the tulip magic bulbs to me according to the ritual I gave you."

Mandela bowed his head and said, "Yes!"

Seeing that the black figure turned around and was about to disappear, he hurriedly asked: "Wait, Mr. Angel, what about other things? Don't you want to take them away?...For example, money! There are materials! Or should I send someone To send you to Cecilia?"

"That's not urgent," Angel said, "Looking at the current situation, the teleportation magic circle from Cecilia to Cecilia will be opened soon!"

"soon!"