Chapter 104: Each Has Their Own Busyness

Ai Ai has painted murals like this before, but this is her first time taking on a job this big.

According to her calculations, it is impossible to finish this painting in under three months.

If the pigment ratios hadn't already been clearly written out, it might have taken even longer.

However, the pay is already considered quite high for Ai Ai right now.

She paints two posters for the Edmond Theater every week, earning five Tana per poster, with the added benefits of room and board and being able to live with Yezi.

It's just that the money she earns doesn't even amount to a fraction of Yezi's.

Things are different now; the average wage in Tana City is only 10 Tana, so Ai Ai has effectively quintupled her income.

And this doesn't even interfere with her painting at the Emond Theater; if she saves up a bit more, while she can't exactly be called a rich woman, she can certainly be considered to be living well in the game.

Right then, Ai Ai began to work, applying a thick coat of white wall paint to the wall to prepare it for the subsequent painting.

"Very good, young people have great drive. You don't need to go move bricks anymore; just help out with odd jobs every day. As for the pigment ratios and which areas you need to paint, I will have someone prepare them for you. Don't worry about this; you don't need to pay for the pigments yourselves."

Aikemengde is actually a very easygoing Bishop, which put Ai Ai much more at ease.

She had assumed these Bishops and such were all difficult people to talk to; at the very least, that Feng Buer gave off a very imposing feeling, and the people from the War Church looked even more terrifying.

On the contrary, the people from the Sun God Cult are quite warm and have absolutely no airs about them.

This might also be because they come from humble backgrounds; the Sun God Cult doesn't have a solemn and majestic church yet, so naturally, there is no way for players to feel intimidated or terrified.

"That's not bad at all, I'll help you whitewash it." Feng Buxi took the initiative to take on the task; he doesn't have a salary anyway, and helping with the whitewashing is much easier than moving bricks.

……

Inside the Military Camp, Zhuguli has become a low-ranking recruit. Because he died once in the game, he is no longer the leader in the eyes of the War Church, but a novice who knows nothing.

After two days of training, Zhuguli stood out in the eyes of Liande due to his outstanding performance.

"Young man, you have trained very hard. You caught up to the veterans' progress in just two days. I am very satisfied." Liande patted Zhuguli on the shoulder. "I have to say, you Xiahui People are truly quite excellent; your physical fitness is good, and you are more diligent in your work."

Zhuguli felt a bit panicked, fearing that the NPC would discover he was the same Zhuguli as before.

After all, the names are the same, and when players call out IDs, they don't specifically change them; everyone is still in the habit of calling him Lao Zhu.

Occasionally, some players will call him Bajie, but it is too rare, and Zhuguli basically doesn't respond to it.

Seeing Zhuguli's nervousness, Liande's tone became even kinder. "Don't worry, I'm not asking you to go to the battlefield right now. The annual offensive has already ended. My idea is to have you train with the elite squad for a period of time. If you can keep up, I would be very happy to have you become one of us."

Zhuguli's eyes lit up instantly.

Awakening!

That must be what the other party is talking about—awakening!

Being able to become a member of the Warriors means they will provide the Magic Potion for awakening!

He didn't expect that all his efforts to grind favorability were for nothing, yet he got it just by training seriously.

It really makes one feel surprised.

If Liande knew this, he would surely feel very helpless; the selection for Warriors is extremely strict, and at the very least, these Warriors must be very talented.

There is no one who cannot move; most people can perform chopping and slashing motions when they pick up a sword or blade.

As long as one has hands and feet, things like running can also be accomplished.

Through training, it is not difficult for a person to become an ordinary soldier.

But Warriors are different. Only an awakened Warrior is qualified to confront the Barbarian head-on. If an ordinary person awakens as a Warrior without the traces of training and a certain amount of talent, then this awakening will not only fail to help him, but might even harm him.

Just imagine what would happen to someone who cannot control their own muscles and cannot exert their body's energy.

It's like a child getting a toy that only adults can play with... this is not something an ordinary person can manage.

And Zhuguli happened to demonstrate advanced progress and a training ability different from ordinary people.

Even if he was just an ordinary person before.

Most players are ordinary people; even players with high-intensity training couldn't possibly have the chance to get a Helmet right now... their real-life affairs are already quite full, so there is no need to be addicted to the game.

After leaving Liande's tent, Zhuguli hugged his good brother Yaohuanghuang.

As a good brother who hasn't died in the game, Yaohuanghuang was very envious of Zhuguli.

Even Shurima Dalu, who had died before, was very envious of Zhuguli.

After all, the one promised the chance to join the Warriors was not them, but Zhuguli.

If only he had trained in real life too; sigh, he can only wait until the next time he changes his appearance.

"Well done, tell us later what is needed for Warrior awakening."

"It's not even a sure thing yet; I still have to train with those Warriors, and I might not pass that hurdle." Zhuguli said with a bit of a humblebrag. "If I had known, I wouldn't have bothered grinding favorability and just done whatever. I didn't expect that the thing I was longing for would just appear after changing to a new look."

"Can't stand it, can't stand it."

"Let's scatter, let's scatter."

The players scattered in all directions; no one wanted to pay attention to this humblebragging guy.

It was as if he were the first roommate in a dorm to start dating, making people feel incredibly disgusted.

……

Compared to the old players who are busy in the church, the lives of the new players are more monotonous, but these players don't feel there is any problem with that.

It is normal for new players to move bricks, not to mention that such a beautiful Helmet is given away for free.

The realism of this game has truly conquered these players, to the point that they find it interesting even when asked to move bricks.

Inside the manor, Zhongshan Laoren, who contracted five acres of wasteland, sat on the ridge of the field, drinking water while looking at the land he had reclaimed.

This game is incredibly realistic when it comes to land; although the winter in Tana City cannot freeze the soil solid, the soil is still very stiff, making it very troublesome to reclaim.

This made Zhongshan Laoren, who had boasted and taken on five acres of land, feel a bit exhausted.

However, looking at the land he had reclaimed, he still felt a sense of satisfaction.

After all, he was originally a city kid; he had never reclaimed land from childhood to adulthood, let alone grown Grain, and the closest he had ever been to rural life in real life was picking strawberries in a picking garden.

I don't even know who to tell. I had almost forgotten about the sadness and was preparing to start a new life, but he found a phone number for voice messages and called me, saying he was going to say goodbye to this world. If I had known it would end up like this (referring to me not loving him anymore), in short, he meant he was going to die. Then I had a friend ask his sister, and his sister said the same thing again, that he is doing fine and is okay... It makes it seem like I am the one pestering him; I am really helpless, okay? I was afraid that if someone died, it didn't mean his younger brother had a mental illness... and if he isn't sick, can he not do these kinds of things? Who did I offend? I was the one broken up with, and in the end, I'm the villain? It's even as if I were the one who drove him to his death... wouldn't it be better to just be cruel and be the villain for once? I hope not all men are like this; I am truly speechless.

(End of chapter)