Chapter 43: Internal Helmet

Chen Zhi did not care what the players thought; he began the arduous task of molding people again.

This time, the required quantity was 100 more, and there were also players who wanted to change their bodies or something, so Chen Zhi was a bit slow in doing it.

Fortunately, the Sewers were cleaned up this time, and the corpses were also given a breathing effect, which was much better than the previous version.

Looking from above everyone's head, one could even see their forum nicknames, which greatly facilitated the players in recognizing each other.

Not only that, each player was also issued 10 Tana, which was at least enough for them to go out and have a decent lunch.

If they were frugal enough, they could even eat black bread for a few days.

The Task Notebook on each of their bodies also specified the tasks to be completed; for example, 100 of them had to complete tasks for the War Church, while the remaining people could choose to complete them selectively, as long as the completion quota was guaranteed, there would be server rewards and so on.

Looking back, the Sewers were also different from before; there were clean tables, chairs, and beds here, as well as some office supplies, and Susan's bed was within Chen Zhi's line of sight.

There were still too few NPCs who could help; the two people Andrew left behind could only do some manual labor, and even tasks like copying the Task Notebook could only be left to Susan.

Throwing aside a person he had just finished molding, Chen Zhi shook his arm before opening the computer desktop.

At this moment, WeChat had already exploded; whether it was work groups or call logs, they were all in a 999+ state, and even the company's Weibo, which hadn't been used for years, had 1W+ private messages.

Do not think that just because of a PV, this game became a hit.

This was because the PC game market had been sluggish in recent years; not only had nothing new been released for years, but mobile games were also becoming increasingly formulaic.

When a conceptual product of the metaverse actually appeared at this time, who wouldn't take a few extra looks?

There were even plenty of English private messages; many foreigners were also very concerned about this game.

These days, no one is afraid of empty promises.

Chen Ai also joined the army of private chats, calling Chen Zhi over a hundred times in one breath, wanting to ask him what exactly was going on.

"What's the rush? A lot of the content was developed in advance; testing is not a problem." Chen Zhi even felt it was too short; with no players these past few days, he didn't even have a place to peek at screens.

"That's not what I meant. I'm saying, on your Lord of Calamity account, are there any of these fans? Can you help me get drawn?" Chen Ai came to pull strings openly, as if those 99 players from before had nothing to do with her.

Chen Zhi's hand twitched, and he responded speechlessly: "No, I cheated for you last time, but it really won't work this time. This time, the main requirement is male players; the War Church doesn't recruit female players."

"Isn't this discrimination?" Chen Ai said, championing the cause.

"Don't many games have this rule?" Chen Zhi retorted. He couldn't let Chen Ai get so carried away; the test had only just begun, and she was already like this—how could he safely hand the game over to her for operations in the future?

Having dealt with Chen Ai, Chen Zhi opened the WeChat work group to take a look.

In recent days, the technical engineers in the work group had all felt confused.

They had seen the game forum in the company, but they hadn't played that game.

As for what exactly the Virtual Helmet they made was, they all knew in their hearts that it really wasn't a proper thing.

Yet, quite a few people had already come to the studio, and these engineers were all very bewildered, not knowing how to explain it.

So they kept @-ing Chen Zhi in the group, hoping he could provide an explanation.

After all, they didn't make this game, and as for the Helmet... who knew what Chen Zhi had actually done?

"Boss, say something. The game is a total hit now; six companies have already come to poach my staff," Chu Ge complained in the group with a bitter face. "I don't even know what I made. I tested that helmet too; at the time, it was just a box-pushing game."

"@Chen Zhi, where on earth did you get such a god-tier team? I feel like I don't even need to exist," Old Li followed up by saying. "You didn't even say a word; we should at least treat them to a meal."

"When is the boss going to issue internal helmets to us employees? We haven't even played what we designed ourselves."

The group suddenly started clamoring.

These employees were all veteran staff who had been working with Chen Zhi for several years. As for peripherals, if they were formulaic, there wasn't much need for too many developers.

Chen Zhi wasn't some big company; from design to production, it all had a bit of a copy-paste feel, so the studio only had eleven people, and that included the finance person.

These people were now spamming the group, asking Chen Zhi to arrange helmets for them too.

That was fine, it would save them from running out to talk about the helmet; if they really jumped ship, other companies wouldn't treat them much better anyway.

After all, what technical content could this helmet have? It was entirely due to Chen Zhi's bad luck that this game could exist.

So, he took the lead in selecting 11 accounts and sent them to his old friends in the studio.

Next, he opened a few groups of acquaintances, picked out a few old friends from them, and distributed the helmets.

As if to retaliate against Chen Ai, Chen Zhi pulled his friends into the game, and just as he was preparing to continue molding people, he saw Saina coming to the Sewers.

Saina was different now; the old Saina was just the daughter of Mr. Jones.

But now she was the daughter of Governor Jones, and also one of Governor Jones's secretaries.

She no longer had to sneak into the Municipal Hall at night, but could swagger into the Municipal Hall to work every day.

Entering the Sewers was also much more convenient; she only needed to enter through the abandoned passageways inside the Municipal Hall, which was safe and hidden.

"Great Lord, your Believer Saina Jones hopes to receive your audience." Saina could not enter directly now because Chen Zhi had installed a wooden door on the outside.

This way, he could finally live here with a bit of a sense of security.

Saina received permission, pushed open the wooden door, and the first thing she saw was the floor full of breathing corpses, as well as the player manual that Susan hadn't finished copying.

The stack of newspapers on the side was even more glaring; Saina had never seen this God of Calamity read a newspaper.

No wonder he spared Susan's life; it turned out it was for this.

"The Municipal Hall has decided to clear the city's Sewers in a week; we must make preparations in advance." She glanced at the corpses nearby, then looked at Chen Zhi. "I can arrange for some people to specifically clean up this area."

"That's fine, I will provide you with manpower then, but can these people handle those frenzied rats?" Chen Zhi asked.

"The team leading this time is the War Church. By the way, your people had best join the War Church as well; this matter is not under the management of the Wealth Church this time."

This sentence was pregnant with meaning.

This meant that something in Tana City was about to change.

The Wealth Church, which had originally held a monopoly, had actually lost an opportunity to cooperate with the Municipal Hall.

(End of chapter)