Chapter 47: Isn't It Just That I Didn't Pay Money?

50 Tana a day!

This can be said to be the highest daily wage players have come into contact with so far.

Even the soldiers in the Military Camp don't have such a high daily wage.

Early the next morning, the entire forum was discussing this issue: on what grounds do these guys have such a high daily wage? And they still have to do soldier tasks!

The developers are simply looking for trouble!

Eat Grapes Without Spitting Skin: I'm not convinced, I only make 30 Tana a day! And I have to keep training; if this goes on for a few more days, my in-game character is going to have abs!

Zhuguli: There must be a reason why the game operations arranged it this way. I've said it before, this is all because we people are variables for the AI in the game; we have a very random effect. Look, because of us, that bar had to be rebuilt; if it weren't for our influence, that place wouldn't offer such a high wage level.

Yaohuanghuang: I heard that Lao Zhu used to do business and could earn three thousand Tana a day, and even that wasn't enough.

Mengmeng: Damn it, the military doesn't want us, and there's no work as hired thugs for us either; we can only borrow money from Yezi to open a breakfast stall.

Feng Buxi to Mengmeng: Where would Yezi get the money?

Yezi to Feng Buxi: Of course by getting an advance from the boss, otherwise where do you think I got the money? This planner is truly ruthless; in just five days, the money in my wallet is all gone.

The veteran players were filled with righteous indignation, while the new players were doing alright.

They were looking forward more to the task of exterminating the rat infestation; according to the squad leader, Liande, killing one Mutated Rat would grant a reward of 100 Tana, and killing ten would allow one to be promoted to a Warrior.

This type of task with advancement potential is more popular with players, so although they are dissatisfied with the wages, in the long run, earning military merit to become a Warrior is the best way to make money.

If one could die a few more times, perhaps one could even get a bit more in pension.

Chen Zhi, who was screen-peeping, also wanted to know just how formidable those Mutated Rats were; he would be living in the Sewers year-round in the future, and those rats were indeed a very big hidden danger.

Previously, a few rats had run over and gnawed on several players.

It was only because subsequent players cleaned up the Sewers they were in that those Mutated Rats became fewer.

However, it is still best for players not to walk in the small paths of the Sewers, otherwise, it is still possible to run into one or two; those who are unlucky will just have to wait 24 hours before logging back on.

Inside the Military Camp, Liande looked at the soldiers before him with satisfaction.

These guys were indeed well-trained; they were very quiet and orderly when sleeping at night, and they also got up very punctually in the morning.

After training for a day, the players were about to begin the preliminary clearing of the rats in those Sewers.

Of course, Liande wouldn't just let these newcomers do it; most of the work still had to be left to the veteran soldiers.

Those few who had bullied the "Otaku God" yesterday stood at the very back of the line, looking at the entire group of players with disdain.

"Just a bunch of trash from the Xiahui People." The hooked-nose man standing in the back sniffed.

These Xiahui People carry a stench on them; do they really think they can gain the squad leader's favor?

The people around him echoed the sentiment, and the veteran soldiers burst into a round of laughter.

The players, however, were quite quiet.

After all, they had already been discussing it on the forum offline for a long time.

Coupled with their inherent knowledge of military training, of course, they wouldn't talk casually in formation.

Liande, standing at the front of the line, frowned, then mounted a horse and said to everyone: "Follow me, everyone! Today our target is the sewers under the train station. Keep your spirits up; the rat problem is worst over there! They once ate an entire cold storage's worth of mutton!"

This game even has cold storage?

The players looked on with curiosity; if they could encounter the cold storage in a while, they definitely had to go over and take a look.

After all, this Tana City doesn't look like it has any modern technology at all; even the Wealth Church doesn't even have a telephone.

The train station in Tana City is quite clean, but the underground world is not.

Because there is so much cargo transport here, there is quite a bit of trash from the porters and the Train; flies are buzzing everywhere, and the Sewers are foul-smelling.

The players almost all covered their noses and then cursed the planner's eighteen generations in their hearts.

Are they sick? What's the point of being realistic in a place like this?

But Chen Zhi couldn't remotely modify the players' physical data either, so he could only watch as these unlucky souls jumped into the Sewers one by one.

Covering his nose, Zhuguli picked up his spear and looked around.

Although it was daytime, the underground world remained dark.

The few Warriors standing at the front each held a bead the size of a Pearl in their hands; soon, the beads floated in the air, emitting light.

The things in the Sewers suddenly became much clearer.

Consequently, a large number of players began to vomit on both sides of the Sewers.

It would have been better if there were no light.

Damn planner, are test players objects meant to be tortured?

Isn't it just that I didn't pay money to play your game? Is it really necessary?

"I really shouldn't have eaten this morning," Zhuguli said regretfully. "I reckon I'll have to vomit for a while even after logging off."

"It's too disgusting; I'd rather pay the planner money than do this kind of task again," Grape Skin said regretfully.

Once the players had finished vomiting their bile, Liande said: "Newcomers don't need to go deep into the Sewers. You all will guard the several tunnel entrances in a moment. Remember, don't let a single rat escape. As long as you can bag a rat, you can get a reward. For multi-person kills, the reward is split; you can keep count yourselves."

"Don't blame me for not grouping you; you figure it out yourselves. Additionally, the veteran soldiers will follow me into the depths of the Sewers. Don't any of you slack off, or else not only will there be no reward, but military law will be waiting for you!"

Those few veteran soldiers who had been standing crookedly immediately stood straight, terrified of being kicked out of the Military Camp.

They only had this much skill; if they lost the Military Camp, they wouldn't be able to do any other work outside.

They couldn't just run to a bar and be hired thugs for people.

If the players knew they were thinking this, they would definitely be speechless, as the wages for hired thugs are much higher than being a soldier.

The underground world of the train station isn't too complicated; the players divided themselves into ten groups, each with twelve or thirteen people, forming groups freely, and guarded the ten tunnel entrances respectively.

The Warriors took away most of the light sources, leaving very little brightness for the players.

This amplified the movements throughout the Sewers.

Those Warriors were indeed fierce; just listening to the commotion made the players' legs feel weak.

Not to mention the combat effects; those rampaging rats could even gnaw sparks out of the Warriors' armor, and they didn't spare some of the veteran soldiers either—once struck, the leather armor on their bodies would suffer very serious damage.

Some less-attentive veterans even lost their lives in the Sewers.

(End of this chapter)