Chapter 7: This Game Is Too Hard to Play

In the dead of night, there are plenty of people who, just like the players, are unwilling to sleep.

The commotion at Semilton Farm is not large, but that does not mean it won't be discovered by people from the churches; even in a place like Tana City, the people of the Golden Church remain very proactive—the more such places there are, the more opportunities there are to make money, aren't there?

Especially when most of the serfs on the farm have been killed or injured, for the sake of the unharvested Grain, the wealthy nobles are never that stingy.

"I am very sorry that such a thing happened," Saina said with a dark face as she looked at the Gold Ties who had hurried over. "You also know that many bad things have happened recently, and there have been far too many deaths and injuries on the farm; it is hard to say whether an Evil God has buried seeds of evil here."

As soon as Saina returned, she saw the mess everywhere.

Over thirty serfs died here; apart from a few children, they were all female, and at the same time, her own guards killed several serfs—yes, the ones the God of Calamity had her take away.

However, as a Believer of an Evil God, she knows very clearly that what caused the deaths and injuries on her farm was not the God of Calamity, but another Evil God who is famous in Tana City—the Goddess of the Red Moon.

She does not know much about this deity, but the short-tempered Calamity gets furious every time he hears this name.

If he were to find out about this, it might be impossible to keep it hidden.

The captain of the Gold Ties, Feng Bu'er, said with a smile: "Of course, this is normal; there have been quite a few sinister things happening lately. It is a pity, though—you shouldn't have many serfs left here, right?"

"I replenished some today, but obviously, they were caught in the crossfire. These guys didn't do much work during the day, so they still had the energy to cause trouble at night; they have already been dealt with." In Tana City, it is a very normal thing for a few serfs to die; even the church has no right to interfere.

Believers like those of the Golden Church, who worship the God of Wealth, care even less about such trivial matters.

"Oh? Miss Jones can still find enough serfs; that is truly fortunate," Feng Bu'er said with no small amount of regret.

Because of the recent turmoil in Tana City, those poor people are indeed quite scarce, and there are not many who can sell themselves into slavery.

Under the jurisdiction of the major churches, although Tana City is chaotic, the phenomenon of human trafficking is not common; very few people can be forced to become serfs.

However, the Golden Church is different; the Golden Chamber of Commerce under its banner possesses a large number of serfs. As Believers of the God of Wealth, they can completely transport serfs from further south and then sell them to nobles who have the money to purchase manors.

Saina, or rather Miss Saina Jones, pursed her lips slightly; she could feel the other party's hidden dissatisfaction.

This is the reason she hates the Golden Church; these guys only have money on their minds and do not deal with problems at all.

Of course, this is also the reason she likes the Golden Church; it is precisely because they do not solve problems that they will not expose the fact that she worships the God of Calamity.

"I am only worried now whether these Rituals will have any negative impact on my family; you must know that my father intends to compete for the position of Governor," Saina said impatiently. "Had I known this would happen, I would have requested the protection of the War Church."

"It would be good enough if those guys didn't kill all your serfs. Take my advice: the War Church is a bunch of people who don't use their brains; their way of solving problems is to solve the people who cause the problems," Feng Bu'er advised. "Believe me, we will solve the problem, at least so that the people here forget about that evil Ritual just now."

"Then I will trouble you," Saina nodded with satisfaction. "My father will be grateful to you."

That is the one good thing about Tana City.

If it were not on the border of the kingdom, it would not be so easy to cover up matters regarding an Evil God so easily.

Those War Believers or Wisdom Believers who are good at finding fault would have landed Saina in a difficult situation.

Explaining all this is a huge pain.

While Saina was dealing with the trouble, the forum began to liven up.

It was already afternoon in the real world, and as the number of people logging into the game increased, the popularity on the forum rose quite a bit.

It is not that the game is not attractive or that everyone is unwilling to play in the game.

It is just that surviving is too difficult.

Out of a total of one hundred devices, over forty people have already died out, and there are still some who haven't logged on, as well as some who are still alive.

Chen Zhi thought as he opened the next post; the post was almost entirely complaints.

【The game is a good game, but it is too hard to play.】 —by: Xia Feng

Unlike the other brothers, I didn't catch the basic quest from that farm NPC, but instead explored in the Sewers. I have to say, these Sewers are a bit too realistic; several times I was about to be unable to hold on and log off, but precisely because it is realistic, I feel it is necessary to explore more—this game is bound to be a hit.

But after getting smellier and smellier, I ran into rats that bite, and I was bitten off-line directly by the rats!

I think this game shouldn't log you off when triggering a plot, but rather log you off after death. The development of this game is too unfriendly, and it didn't even say when resurrection happens!

Chen Zhi silently closed the post and observed a moment of silence.

This unlucky guy must have walked into a sewer that wasn't abandoned.

According to Andrew, in sewers that aren't abandoned, there are monsters known as water rats, which can be considered demonized.

These rats have evolved to the height of a person's calf; it is no problem for a few of them to bite a person to death.

Tana City conducts a rat extermination campaign every so often, so Andrew specifically instructed him that he must hide well...

Otherwise, if the church people discover him in the Sewers, the problem will be huge.

Rubbing his non-existent brow, Chen Zhi summarized the problems encountered so far.

First is that the created corpses do not breathe; this problem is not difficult to solve. Chen Zhi was just trying to save effort at the time, so he didn't manufacture that function.

In reality, a simple function like breathing can be solved even without a player possessing the body.

Then there is the issue of quest prompts; this problem is also not difficult to implement. He can outsource the quest interface to his little sister and then generate an interface for the players.

This interface can include the player's custom game ID, the character's basic attributes, and the quest description.

As for health bars and such, this is indeed a bit difficult for Chen Zhi; he needs more data to understand the players' basic attributes.

But it doesn't matter; it's the internal testing phase, after all, and the players will understand.

Finally, there is the issue of resurrection after death.

He can bind a player's ID to a certain body, allowing the player to resurrect from a fixed place every time, such as the Sewers. But manufacturing bodies takes time; Chen Zhi thought about it and set a value of one day, so that it wouldn't be so strenuous for him to mold them, and he could have enough time to do his own things.

But what if the equipment on a player's body drops after death and needs to be recovered?

This problem indeed needs to be solved as soon as possible; he decided to ask that guy when Andrew comes the next day.

(End of chapter)