Recruiting Personnel

At this moment, as the mechanical voice faded away.

The Parchment had gained a new function: the "Leaderboard"!

The leaderboard consisted of three sections.

They were as follows.

Hunting Leaderboard.

First place: Colin, 143 kills.

Second place: Atu Nyathos, 39 kills.

Third place: Wang Xiong, 39 kills.

Construction Leaderboard.

First place: Colin, Level 2 Territory.

Second place: Lin Yilan, Level 2 Territory.

Third place: Meichuan Sangyi, Level 2 Territory.

Resource Leaderboard.

First place: Colin.

Second place: Bear Grylls.

Third place: Li Chou.

(Note 1)

Colin occupied the top spot on all three leaderboards!

His blood-red name was seared into the eyes of every survivor.

Especially on the hunting leaderboard, where he had killed over a hundred more than the person in second place; Colin had taken first place with an overwhelming, crushing lead.

At this moment, the chat channel was rapidly boiling over.

"Holy crap, 143 Aberrations hunted, first in construction, first in resources, sweeping all three boards—is Big Brother Colin really this savage?"

"These three boards are interconnected. If you kill more, you get more resources, and if you have more, you can naturally advance your construction further."

"I was worried he'd been killed yesterday, but it turns out I was overthinking it. With over a hundred kills, there probably aren't many people on the whole server who could take him on."

"No way, no way, the image of this big boss in my head is already three meters tall!"

"No wonder he could withstand that kind of psychological pressure. It turns out that people's constitutions really can't be generalized. I've only just killed my second one."

"Why are there foreigners' names on the leaderboard? Isn't this game entirely for Chinese people?"

"What? You guys aren't Japanese?"

"Fuck? You guys aren't from the Lighthouse Nation?"

"What? You guys aren't from the White Nation? I saw this bread and thought this was a game for us White Nation people."

"Damn, no wonder some people talk so weirdly, like it's a damn machine translation. It turns out you guys aren't even Chinese at all!"

"Looks like the game comes with a built-in voice translator."

"I'm not much, just 77th on the hunting board, 49th on the resource board, and 34th on the construction board with a Level 2 Territory. Actually, the main reason I'm saying all this is that I'm a simple man: you give me chest, I give you food."

"Is there anyone who teaches foreign languages? My language skills aren't great, and I want to learn one before I die. I'm 18th on the resource board, blonde hair and blue eyes, big boobs preferred."

"Blonde-hair cult, screw you for betraying the Chinese! White-haired loli is the only truth!"

"Damn, aren't you guys all just trying to get laid? You make it sound so refined and elegant."

"Big boss, big boss, are men okay? I'm blonde, my name is Harry, and I've got a big pot."

Full bellies lead to lewd thoughts.

While people were still thinking about getting a free ride, Colin was already researching the direction for his next move!

"With enough food and water, those extra ninety-nine loaves of bread will allow me to do a lot of things."

Colin returned to the room, leaning his back against the chair, one arm propped on the armrest, his palm supporting his cheek, while the fingers of his other hand tapped unconsciously on the tabletop.

His two upgraded subordinates sat behind the massive desk, quietly waiting for orders.

With the territory expanded, the next step was naturally to recruit more troops.

Otherwise, in such a large house, there would only be three people. He was, after all, called a lord, yet he only had two people under him.

Is that even appropriate?

It really damaged Colin's dignity as a lord!

Recruiting personnel was an urgent matter.

Through the Parchment, Colin could only recruit servants using Mist Points, at a cost of three points each.

To recruit high-level talent, he would need special recruitment cards.

He figured these items could only be obtained through missions and could not be recruited under normal circumstances.

Therefore, if he wanted to expand, he could only recruit ordinary servants under the current circumstances.

Of course, Colin would never be stupid enough to use Mist Points to recruit servants, because there were tons of people on the World Channel looking to sell others right now; a few hundred milliliters of water or a single loaf of bread could trade for a person.

At this point in time, human life was the least valuable commodity.

The meager supplies earned from daily tasks weren't even enough to sustain oneself, let alone support two servants; for them, it was purely a burden.

This was also the reason Colin intended to take advantage of this to improve his situation.

However, recruiting people wasn't as simple as just hiring as many as he wanted.

The biggest limitations were food and the Hurricane Lamp.

The former was manageable; under the current conditions of exploration, resources weren't that critical yet.

Although the latter wasn't irreplaceable, Colin discovered that only when using the system's Hurricane Lamp would the blood consumption rate remain at a standard speed.

Otherwise, the blood consumption rate would increase by about one to two times, which was not cost-effective.

Currently, there were only two Hurricane Lamps, and Colin intended to use them as a foundation to establish two teams.

The first, naturally, was his own team.

The illumination range of ordinary blood was twenty meters in diameter, which was three hundred and fourteen square meters.

That was nearly three-quarters the size of a basketball court.

This range was large enough; let alone three people, even ten would be more than sufficient.

And with ordinary blood, Colin could utilize the synthesis function to fuse it into Dim Filthy Blood at a three-to-one ratio.

Of course, going any further was definitely impossible, because he hadn't "unlocked" anything above ordinary blood.

Hmm, I'll recruit twelve people here, totaling fourteen. Every three people will form a small squad, distributed front, back, left, and right. Number Two will serve as my deputy. This team will be led by me, and we will head out to explore those treasures.

Colin thought silently.

Then, there was the second team, split off using the other Hurricane Lamp.

Servants did not have synthesis capabilities, so this team could only use Dim Filthy Blood.

The light produced by burning this blood could only illuminate things within a five-meter radius, which was seventy-eight square meters.

To be safe, configuring it with five people would be about right.

Any more and movement might become inconvenient; if one gets tackled, everyone gets tackled.

Moreover, this team didn't need to face overly troublesome situations; they only needed to explore the vicinity near the home base.

It's a pity that the Parchment and Synthesis Table in others' hands don't seem to be lootable, otherwise the second team could definitely have more people.

Colin sighed. The Parchment and Synthesis Table were also extremely important items, but they seemed to disappear upon death.

He wasn't certain, but when he searched that female corpse, he hadn't seen any corresponding items.

Afterward, he asked the two servants, and since both indicated there were no issues, the plan was settled.

Recruit sixteen servants and divide them into two teams.

Colin began to reclaim the human resources that others didn't want from the trading market.

[Level 3 Water]

[Item Description: A water source with a slight odor, but it should be fine to drink.]

[Type: Consumable.]

[Quantity: 200ml.]

[Price: One servant.]

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