"Where is your lord from? That's strange. We've never seen any news about the Mine Island Alliance on the World Channel."
"Yes, but anyone who joins our territory is forbidden from using the Game Panel, so it's perfectly normal that you haven't seen any messages from us."
"They're not even allowed to use the Game Panel?" Doomsday Madman was slightly stunned.
"What about the route? You don't forbid them from choosing their routes too, do you?"
"Not at all. Our rules are meant to protect the residents, not restrict development."
Hu Xiaolin patiently explained, worried that the two might think the Mine Island Alliance was exploiting its people too harshly and had therefore banned them from using the Game Panel's various chat functions.
In truth, the hardworking miners on the mine islands did not live the terrifying daily lives rumored by outsiders.
That was because the ores were almost all exposed on the surface. Until the open-pit mines had been exhausted, there was practically no danger to speak of.
The only thing worth mentioning was probably that the work was tiring. They had to work at least fifteen hours a day.
But that was hardly any different from the workload in other parts of the Wasteland.
As long as their daily food supply could be guaranteed, it was absolutely a job that ordinary survivors would envy.
"The reason we don't let them use it is that ordinary people tend to speak without thinking. Some people will say absolutely anything just to brag. They practically want to compare our territory with those of the superpowers, or even with Su God's territory. Just think about it—if we let those big mouths onto the World Channel, who would clean up the mess after they caused trouble?"
The situation Hu Xiaolin described was indeed