novelODS Chapter 92 Post-Battle Rewards: Everyone Receives a Share
Chapter 92 Post-Battle Rewards: Everyone Receives a Share
The battle is over.
The breakwater reeked of a pungent odor.
Lynn stepped forward through the gravel, while Yu Wen slumped on the ground, covered in black bloodstains, panting heavily.
The little snail, the whole roasted lamb, and Elliott, among others, were also leaning on their broken metal stools, so exhausted they could barely stand.
Perhaps it's time to give them a reward.
If you want a horse to run, you have to give it enough fodder. Lynn checked his inventory in the system and wow! He had more than 40,000 energy points that he couldn't possibly use up. He then interrupted everyone's panting.
"All those who participated in this battle will have their resurrection costs waived."
Lynn looked at the group of players and, in a fit of kindness, said, "Each of you will receive an extra 100 credits, plus a stipend of 10 Maple Leaf Coins."
As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the whole roasted lamb and the other players lit up.
Defeating the BOSS is certainly gratifying, but these ten Maple Leaf Coins are real hard currency, which can be exchanged for genuine barbecue and beer from the NPCs in Pearl Harbor!
This money is enough for five days of food and drink!
Lynn ignored their excitement and looked down at Yu Wen.
"To be able to comprehend a first-tier skill with the body of a novice, your magical perception talent is quite good."
Lynn pointed to the direction above his head.
"The abandoned city can't teach you this. Go back to the surface and rest first. Afterward, go to Pearl Harbor and find Old Village Chief Lucas. Just say I sent you. Once you get his handwritten letter of recommendation, you can go to the Magic Forest to change your class."
After listening, Yu Wen nodded vigorously.
That magic shield he just used had completely drained his energy.
Yu Wen closed his eyes, and his body, like a sack with its skeleton removed, crashed straight into the muddy puddle.
As an NPC named Night Owl who has witnessed countless resurrections by players, he is no longer surprised.
Before he could even step forward to check, the whole roasted lamb had already expertly tucked the sword into his waistband, strode over, and grabbed Yu Wen's arm.
"Yu Shen has logged off! Anyone want to lend a hand?"
The roasted whole lamb called to the newbie next to him, "Quickly carry the others who haven't died back to the safe zone on the ground. Don't let them soak in the sewers. The GM is being very kind; we can't let our credit points go to waste!"
The two of them, one in front and one behind, lifted Yu Wen up like carrying a pig for the New Year, and walked up the steps with uneven steps.
The remaining four players, impatient, grabbed their rusty iron swords, ready to hack and slash at the corpse of the Zombie Mushroom King to try their luck.
"etc."
Lynn spoke up to stop them.
He pointed with his sword sheath at the ruptured, enormous stomach.
"Stay away from that thing. Do you want to be melted again?"
Several players reluctantly withdrew their hands.
Lynn stepped forward and looked at the strong acid in the crater, which could even corrode rocks and produce white smoke.
To the indigenous people, this might be deadly venom. But to Lynn, a former game industry professional, it was true industrial gold. He'd seen Goose's chemical operations a few times, and these materials could definitely be reused.
He turned to look at Elliott, a mechanical enthusiast.
"Young foreigner, go to the underground warehouse and look for those heavy ceramic jars that were left behind and coated with preservative resin."
Lynn pointed to the acid on the ground, "Don't mistake this for ordinary monster remains. Collect it all, don't miss a single drop."
"This is a highly concentrated biological acid solution. In the future, all the rusty scrap metal in abandoned cities will be cleaned and etched using this. It's even indispensable for purifying gunpowder."
"Oh, and don't forget to wear gloves."
Elliott's eyes lit up when he heard about metal etching and gunpowder purification.
Pearl Harbor was nothing but sea breezes and rotten wood; he possessed exceptional mechanical skills but couldn't build anything. Now, looking at the acid spilled everywhere and the scrap metal of the abandoned city, he finally saw hope in forging muskets and handcrafting cars.
On the breakwater, a bustling industrial scavenging operation is about to begin, while in the real world, the scene is completely different.
In the cramped rented room, Da Niu lazily took off his VR glasses and stretched.
He was panting heavily, his back already soaked with cold sweat.
He subconsciously reached out to touch his throat and chest.
The phantom pain of the skin and flesh being slowly melted by strong acid still seems to linger in the nerve endings.
After a while, Da Niu finally picked up his phone from the bedside table and opened the chat group.
The group chat was flooded with messages, all about the suicide squad that had just jumped off the cliff.
"My god, that stomach acid was incredible! I feel like my throat is on fire just from swallowing!"
"Did you get the first kill? Did the GM give out the reward?"
Soon, someone in the group brought back news from the front lines.
"First kill secured! The GM has spoken: all resurrection fees are waived! Each person will receive a subsidy of 100 credits and 10 maple leaf coins!"
Da Niu, who was rather lazy, looked at it and his eyes turned red.
He didn't even bother to drink water, immediately lay back down, grabbed his glasses and put them on his head, ready to log on and collect his salary.
However, the device interface in front of me did not connect to the familiar sewer system.
A cold, impersonal notification popped up.
[Resurrection countdown: 47 hours, 58 minutes, and 27 seconds]
Da Niu's eyes widened.
I rely on!
He sent out a long string of wails in the group chat.
"Holy crap?! I think I got completely melted, forced to cool down for two days!"
The noise in the group paused for a second, then erupted into screams.
"Me too! Damn, does that mean I'm dead?"
"Can't log in for two days?! Does that mean all the grinding and reputation points gained during those two days went to those mages and archers who didn't go to the front lines?!"
"Strictly speaking, we're quasi-mages and quasi-archers; we're still beginners."
"..."
"I've been ripped off! Give me back my right to work!"
In reality, a group of internet-addicted teenagers were tossing and turning in agony on their beds and sofas because they couldn't play games and grind for gold.
At the same time, in the abandoned city sewers within the game.
Lynn stood beside the newly activated teleportation slab, feeling the operation of the internal magic circuits.
He sensed that the melted souls had indeed been drawn over, but the process of rebuilding was extremely slow. It would take at least two days for them to crawl out.
Looking around, the spoils scattered on the ground needed to be sorted, and the passage blocked by fallen rocks needed to be cleared.
Looking around, all that could be seen was Elliott, his eyes brimming with excitement but utterly powerless, and the remaining few wounded soldiers who struggled even to move a full tank of acid.
He is facing a very troublesome problem.
We are short-staffed.
We are desperately short-staffed.
After those dozen or so cheap, hardworking laborers were locked out by the system, the land reclamation progress was directly paralyzed.
The fishing nets in Pearl Harbor need to be cast, the newly reclaimed land in Archer Village is left uncultivated, and Elliott needs to develop its military industry.
Aside from building houses in Pearl Harbor, which can be done by laborers, most of the work still needs to be done by the players.
Even if the players who are currently able to breathe work around the clock, they still can't keep up with the progress.
Perhaps we should consider releasing a V05 update and recruiting some new players?