This Is Really Speechless

Fang Zheng did not ponder Argo's request for cooperation for long before nodding in agreement.

On one hand, he truly needed to gather enough intelligence, but the Game World was so vast that Fang Zheng alone clearly would not be enough. Mobilizing the masses was a hard truth passed down from their ancestors, and Fang Zheng was not stupid enough to ignore it. Argo, meanwhile, would help Fang Zheng collect the intelligence he needed, and Fang Zheng would use it to build the data models he wanted. If he achieved any results, he would feed them back to Argo. If it was especially important intelligence involving lives, Argo would pass it on to other players free of charge.

After all, although she was an information broker, everyone was tied to the same rope. She could hardly undermine someone capable of leading them out of this predicament just to make money.

However, Fang Zheng's demands left Argo rather confused.

"Each floor's history and culture, as well as intelligence and records related to monsters... What use is all that?"

Honestly, after hearing Fang Zheng's request, Argo felt as if her jaw were about to hit the floor. She could understand him asking her to gather intelligence, but what did he need that stuff for? This was just a game. Did he really need to investigate local customs too?

"You don't understand."

Fang Zheng waved a hand at Argo.

"A qualified game designer always puts every clue in front of the players. Take bosses, for example. We all know that bosses in online games are almost impossible to clear in one try, but players can't just charge in every time, die a few times, and guess what skills the boss has or how much damage it does. That would be idiotic. Generally speaking,