In the blink of an eye, several days passed.
Over those days, aside from a few greenskins who had taken reckless risks and been locked up for a full three days, the players from the second batch to enter the game had actually behaved fairly well. For several days in a row, they caused no trouble and instead diligently contributed quite a lot of supplies to the camp.
Once the second-test players entered the game, the number of players at Wasteland Camp quickly surpassed five hundred. And once there were more players, demand naturally increased as well, causing commerce and trade to gradually flourish.
Thus!
The players naturally began dividing up the work according to their respective strengths. Those good at fighting were responsible for pioneering and exploration, taking on development missions; those good at manual labor went mining and did heavy work; and those skilled in business began tinkering with all sorts of tools and items to sell, or buying low and selling high as middlemen.
Among them, those who were good at cooking or had previously worked in the food industry naturally began getting ideas.
Wasn't that so?
North of Wasteland Camp, roughly a dozen kilometers from the camp and within the camp's patrol and security perimeter, there was a valley hidden amid low hills.
The entrance to the valley was blocked by several enormous fallen boulders. Anyone passing by would never notice that something was hidden inside unless they deliberately looked in. There was nothing important in the valley, but deep within it was a natural spring. The water seeping from the rock walls was not abundant, but it was enough for two greenskin players to carry out a certain food-processing business here.
Yes, food processing!
The facts proved that, driven by profit, players still had tremendous