The next morning.
At the tailor shop, Teng Teng, who had just started work, peeled a note off the wooden board.
"A quest... Make a set of clothes for the weapon shop's proprietress, reward: 5–10 silver coins?" After reading the order from beginning to end, Teng Teng's eyes gradually lit up.
In just one second, a perfect design had already taken shape in her mind.
"Yay, leave it to me!"
Stuffing the note into her pocket, she immediately headed excitedly toward the weapon shop.
Elsewhere.
Inside the shelter.
Chu Guang stood in the residents' hall, facing twenty adorable newbies who had just crawled out of their incubation pods, and finished reciting the lines he had painstakingly made up.
Perhaps because they had waited too long, or perhaps because there was one more female player than last time, this batch of newbies was far more well-behaved than the previous one. At the very least, no one dared do anything as eye-searing as taking off their pants in public.
It seemed that gradually raising the reservation threshold, employing a bit of hunger marketing, increasing the cost of waiting, filtering for higher-quality human players, and all those other measures had been somewhat effective.
Of course, it might also have been because the game was simply too realistic, and they couldn't make alternate accounts. With the thought of a whole group of developers "watching in secret" from above, everyone had to show at least a little restraint.
After having Xiao Qi explain the game's mechanics to the newbies, Chu Guang led them onto the elevator to the surface and herded them outside like ducks.
Standing on the ground before the sanatorium, the newbies experienced the immersive shock for the first time.
"Holy shit... holy shit holy shit holy shit!"
"Th-this is the world of