One round of competition.
After the five-minute judging period, the Medicinal Hot Pot's sales finally stopped at 670 million.
It was no exaggeration to say that this number might exceed the total sales from everything sold in all of yesterday's matches.
For most survivors,
being able to buy such a steaming pot of meat and vegetables for thirty points was an unbeatable bargain.
After all, ordinary people no longer needed to upgrade their shelters. Aside from chatting on the World Channel, Disaster Points were basically useless if kept in their hands.
Now that they could spend them in the Ten Thousand Paths Arena to enjoy a hot pot and replenish their strength, it counted as making the most of useless resources.
Of course, with this factor involved,
Su Mo's idea of receiving a share of the sales in points naturally became nothing more than wishful thinking.
If the accounts were calculated properly, the game would actually have to subsidize part of each hot pot sold.
"It's no wonder it's called the Myriad Paths Competition."
"If large numbers of players benefit from every competition, it will naturally create a positive clustering effect."
Watching Inoue Daisuke eat until grease dripped from his mouth, the two judges beside him could only keep swallowing saliva at the delicious sight.
Su Mo weighed the spear in his hand and stood behind the cabinet, silently pondering.
At present, players could only use points to purchase a serving of food. It seemed incapable of changing the situation.
But what if the food were replaced with weapons? What if those weapons were not Cold Weapons, but simple, easy-to-use Thermal Weapons?
If everyone could buy a pistol and bullets in the Ten Thousand Paths Arena, would they no longer need to fear other races' harassment or Radiation Beast attacks