"Gather every force we can gather. They'll help us, because we can give them hope of survival and equality."
"They can help us collect resources in exchange for food and water, and we can trade those resources for Imperial Coins."
"That way, we can use those Imperial Coins to arm more players and train more warriors."
"Then we'll seize larger strongholds and liberate more people."
Oil-Guy analyzed it in detail:
"Assume we take our first small town and liberate five thousand people."
"Even if only one-tenth of those five thousand are willing to help us gather resources, with each person producing an average of 10 Imperial Coins a day, that's five thousand coins every day."
"Fifty thousand in ten days. Five hundred thousand in a hundred."
"With those five hundred thousand, we can equip five hundred players, buy fifty basic vehicles, and exchange them for heavy weapons."
"Then we take a second small town and liberate ten thousand people."
"And the cycle continues."
He raised his head, his eyes gleaming.
"A single spark can start a prairie fire."
"Our predecessors proved that over a hundred years ago."
"Now, in this dark Warhammer world, we'll prove it once again."
As Wang Zhong listened, his heart pounded wildly.
He looked at everyone around the table.
"You all..."
Wang Zhong's voice caught slightly. "You'd already planned this?"
"No," Xue Brother said. "Ever since the day you organized the rescue in the industrial district."
"We started thinking—if this world truly needed a transformation..."
"Why couldn't it be us?"
Tax Brother slapped the table.
"The Emperor's mission to protect humanity isn't wrong. The bastard sat on the Golden Throne for ten thousand years, burning himself alive—I respect that level of resolve."
"But his attitude toward his own people is wrong!"
"In his eyes, ordinary people