Southeast corner of the Wasteland Camp, shantytown outside the resurrection point.
On the bare patch of ground in front of the players' resurrection point, trampled so thoroughly that not a blade of grass remained, a shantytown built by the players themselves was expanding at a visible rate.
Almost every one of the hundred-odd players had claimed a patch of land one or two hundred square meters in size as a homestead, then built their own shack as temporary housing. At last, they had settled down in this wasteland and acquired a plot of land of their own.
At present, everyone's shack was still a complete mess. Most were nothing more than crude shelters pieced together from scrap metal sheets, broken planks, tattered canvas, and metal pipes dismantled from who knew where.
If these shacks had been on Earth, even homeless people would probably have turned their noses up at them. They let in wind and rain, looked ready to collapse at any moment, and a strong gust could overturn half of them. But here in Blue Star's wasteland, on this land polluted by Chaos, these things were the players' homes.
No one cared whether those homes were comfortable, because players did not need sleep—rather, the green skins did not need sleep. They only needed to eat, kill monsters, die and resurrect, then go kill monsters again after resurrecting. That was all.
So, the shacks' true purpose was not housing but storage. This was a one-hundred-percent realistic game, with no inventory and no spatial bags. Players lost levels when they died, and all their belongings dropped as well, so storing things in camp houses had become their only option for now.
In short!
After several days, nearly every shack had become piled high with all sorts of junk the players had