Wenren Sheng watched Big Cat haul bricks while observing the various players.
An hour passed. When people went to collect their points, he discovered a problem: he had not entered through the normal channels, so while others could claim points through some game mechanic, he could not.
In the conventional sense, he was no different from the local natives.
So he stopped hauling bricks and wandered around instead, occasionally chatting with players and observing their ecosystem...
To be honest, hauling bricks was grueling work. Quarrying stone in particular was even more exhausting than farm labor, with none of the fun of a game.
If not for the allure of a thousandfold lifespan and the temptation of bringing power back to reality, Wenren Sheng felt only an idiot would play a game like this.
Now it seemed that, under such tremendous temptation, they were still highly motivated to work.
That was only natural. After all, there were still N people waiting in line behind them. If you did not work hard, plenty of people were ready to take your place.
There was a carrot in front and a knife behind. If they did not work hard, they would be slaughtered for meat. How could the production team's donkeys not work themselves to the bone?
But did these players not realize they were actually being played? Another question arose in Wenren Sheng's mind.
He found several players hauling bricks and asked them about it in private.
"Of course I know there has to be a Backstage Black Hand treating us as free labor, but there's nothing we can do. They control the method of logging into the game, while we only have our labor. Other than working honestly, what else can we do?" one player said, shaking his head.
"Yeah. Even if