"..."
Inside the temporary command center, Gao Lanlan sat in a pilot's seat, busy at work.
Before her floated several pale-blue, semi-transparent holographic interfaces, each displaying a backend page from the player management system. The data lists of more than five hundred players slowly scrolled past her.
Green names, levels, contribution points, mission completion counts, and all sorts of other information were all laid bare before Gao Lanlan at a glance.
And it was all real-time data. Many players changed almost constantly, with new records appearing every second.
"..."
Yet Gao Lanlan remained unmoved by it all.
Her fingers merely slid rapidly across the screens, turning page after page. Her gaze swept over the numbers, occasionally pausing on a certain player's data as she frowned slightly in thought.
By now, the second batch of new players had been here for more than ten days—nearly half a month.
And over that half-month, the changes in the camp had been visible to the naked eye.
As of today, their stockpiled supplies had increased more than fourfold compared to ten days ago!
Driven by competition from the new players, the old players had become even more desperate and competitive. They continuously hauled back all kinds of ores, scrap metal, and miscellaneous parts and supplies from across the wasteland.
Thanks to their tireless resource gathering, the command center's foundation had already been laid. Steel structural ribs extended into every corner of it, and welders were working overtime to weld the last batch of foundational components and standard modules. At their current pace, the command center's main structure was expected to be completed within two months—nearly two weeks ahead of the originally projected three-month schedule.
Naturally, Gao Lanlan was preparing to recruit a third batch of players.
After all, she thought, if the third batch