This game is more exhausting than working a job! Pulling weeds, killing rats, collecting ears, turning in quests: we're more fired up doing this than going to work.
At least a job pays wages. Here, after a full day's work, I still have to pay the authorities five percent in taxes.
Enough talk. The governor just posted a new quest.
After transmigrating to another world, Gu Changge inherited an ark that had been dormant for a thousand years. It could summon creatures from Earth known as "players."
He named the game Era: Skybound Realm, made himself governor, and opened the servers.
On opening day, the whole thing went off the rails!
Don't Stop Me, I Can Deliver: I know this monster! I was the first person in the whole server to die. Listen to me, charge in first!
Late-Night Food Poisoning: Nobody move! The meat came out with the blood still in it. You didn't get rid of the blood, so it'll taste gamey no matter how you cook it. I'll take care of it!
I'll Make You Three Bucks: Buying ears. Eight merit points each. Think that's too much? Go collect them yourself!
Dinner Streamer: What's Mars got to do with it! Once I figure out a real fireball, you'll all have to call me a mage!
Local: What? These people can get hacked to death and then just get back up on the spot? What? They fight without pay, and even spend their own merit points to rush into battle? What? Their leader calls them idiots, and they're happy about it? What's the point of fighting this war?!
The players thought they were playing a game that was absurdly realistic.
Only Gu Changge knew that the goblins they killed were real goblins.
And the merit points in his ledger kept piling up, day after day.
