People get poorer as they draw cards, and I get richer as I draw cards—because all the bad luck in the server has been wiped out by me alone.
◈ Introduction
◈ Server-wide announcement · Emergency balance adjustment
Abnormal economic inflation has been detected - starting immediately, the drop rate of "Death Delta" in all servers will be reduced by 10,000 times.
The drop income for all players ÷ 10,000, and the risk of clearing materials at the exit point is raised to the highest level. I wish you all... Come back alive.
A piece of announcement kicked millions of players from "dream of getting rich" to "just stay alive". Others opened the box and found a field of ashes, and after a trip to the ocher gold mining area, they lost blood and left the place - but Lin Ye found that in his mind, there were four words written in his mind that no one had permission to do: reverse explosion rate.
The explosion rate was cut ten thousand times? In his case, it is multiplied ten thousand times in reverse. The poorer the whole server is, the fatter he will be; the more desperate the restricted area is, the more he can take out a full backpack with bare hands. But he soon discovered a colder truth: this "balance adjustment" was not a system convulsion at all, but someone was using tens of millions of players as samples to run a question that had been running for countless years.
Following this line of gold fingers, he touched a whole deep well - above the rule-makers there was the game-maker, above the game-maker there was S-0, and above that was the test server that used the entire server as a stress test. There was also a chair builder sitting on the test server, and outside the well, there was still a hand turning pages for the machine. Each layer behind the scenes is just a chess piece in the hands of the layer above.
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