Chapter 296

"How are things with Daytime and those artists?" Yuki thought of past grudges.

"The artist is Arcane Grade and has made many enemies; he's probably in hiding. Zhou, on the other hand, is recruiting and has recently made quite a few profits."

"Tell me more about it."

It turns out that Zhou began accepting the legacy of the conglomerate. They had a previous partnership, and the players were used to being dependent on others. With many leaders dying in the epic quest, they naturally sought allies.

Massive casualties among the leadership? This can't be a coincidence, can it? Shinomiya Oko went to the Borderlands and didn't return; he was lucky.

Yuki gave a mocking smile and continued listening to Hiyori describe the chaos in her territory, feeling increasingly ashamed as he listened.

In a state of complete anarchy, unable to attack each other with Transcendental Grade powers, they resorted to a verbal battle, even using childish skills like spitting.

Some gangs specialize in honey traps, luring players into their rooms and then kidnapping and extorting them.

Some players concentrate their points on one person, taking advantage of the fact that newly ascended players lack points, and use contracts to lend money.

Some are even more cunning, colluding with other factions in the Borderlands to exploit information asymmetry and exploit their fellow villagers.

It just goes to show that humanity's capacity for causing trouble is limitless.

Yuki was speechless. These little geniuses really knew how to exploit loopholes in the game and came up with so many creative ways to play.

Aren't these bastards afraid of being punished?

"I had some concerns at first, but then I found out there was no one to keep me in check, so I just let myself go," Kaguya said casually, her eyes fixed on Yuki.

"Why are you looking at me? I don't have time for this nonsense, and I have no intention of being their master."

But I think...

Kaguya, deeply influenced by the Shinomiya Clan's education, almost blurted out, but quickly changed her words to a more tactful one. "But letting them run wild isn't a solution. Is the place just going to be filled with smoke and chaos all the time? Are we just going to hide in our rooms forever?"

That hits the nail on the head.

I've experienced enough intrigue and chaos in the dungeon; I need to replenish my positive energy after returning.

Of course, he can shut himself in and become a shut-in, but I finally got access to this privileged position, why should I stay in my room?

"Yes, we need to find a way to manage this."

Yuki was in a dilemma. He couldn't very well gather all the players together for a verbal attack, especially since Yuki had virtually no presence in real society. Those Mexican laundry detergent merchants, for example, were already thoroughly corrupt.

"My strength is probably the strongest within the Thorny Rose, but it's not enough to crush all other organizations or make my words law."

"If you become a champion of Justice, you can forget about resting. Besides running dungeons, you'll have to be their security guard every day."

Yuki scratched his head. The Outpost was even lower in priority than conquering the upperclassman, making it truly a useless task.

"Mr. Yuki, you could just tell the players what they can't do," Hiyori suggested, uttering the most terrifying words in an innocent tone.

"Remove the rotten meat to warn the other players, then support trustworthy people to maintain order. We're all in the same camp; if you can't help, don't hold us back either."

Hey, that's a good suggestion.

Yuki may not understand political maneuvering, but he knows exactly how to kill people. He then recalled the information he had just received.

What's the name of that gang?

"The Steel Brotherhood, whose leader is called 'Vicious,' should be close to monster-level." Hiyori wasn't just telling a story; she had investigated thoroughly. Due to restrictions, the players in Thorny Rose had accumulated a lot of experience before finally unleashing their full potential.

However, this gap is widening as Yuki arrives at the Outpost first.

"They're the ones." Yuki immediately stood up, just in time to see Mai Sakurajima was wearing an apron, walking over. "Senpai, you guys eat first, I have some things to take care of."

Mai Sakurajima was immediately exasperated, thinking to herself that this pig-headed girl could never sit still for a moment. She didn't stop her, but just looked at Kaguya with a reproachful gaze.

"Don't look at me, he chose this himself, I didn't stir things up."

"You shouldn't have said those things to him. He just finished a dungeon run; he should have rested properly."

"Are you heartbroken?"

"Yes, he has too many responsibilities." Mai Sakurajima didn't shy away from the topic, looking at Hayasaka Ai who had just come out from the side door. Frieren was beside her, seemingly expressionless, but her curious eyes were impossible to hide.

When Frieren saw the food on the table, which looked ordinary, just the cooking level of a typical family, he instantly became a little nervous.

In all her life, she has only ever eaten with Frieren and Heiter; this is the first time she's had so many people with her.

"Let's eat first, he'll probably be busy for two more days." The maid's expression remained unchanged as she ran to the kitchen to get the bowls. Frieren, who was behind her, hesitated for a moment, then quickly jogged after her.

"Let him delay for a few more days without resting. Taking control of the camp is no simple matter." Mai Sakurajima wielded the spatula, putting the stir-fried potato slices into a plate. Hiyori and immediately helped to take it away.

"Everything is difficult at the Yuki. Yuki is just a lazy bum, and he'll definitely shift the blame to someone else later."

"Ayanokoji Kiyotaka or Zhang Jin?"

"I don't know, maybe he'll support several at the same time. He's the manager, so he should set some rules for the Outpost."

Mai Sakurajima and Hayasaka left Frieren dumbfounded, wondering if she was hallucinating.

The Trailblazers are known as the 'Throne of Gods' in the Aether Particles. A god's arrangement of factions affects the Destiny of countless players. And then they discussed it while serving the food?

"Miss Frieren," Mai Sakurajima suddenly called out to her.

"Ah?"

"Let's eat. If you have any suggestions, we can talk while we eat. You can also tell me about the privileges that pioneers from other factions have."

Frieren turned around blankly, and it took him several steps to come to his senses.

Huh? This is something that can be discussed at the dinner table???

"As expected, the seal was broken as my power increased."

In the management room, Yuki gazed at the long sword encased in black rock; he could now clearly see the hilt.

He smashed a lot of black rock with his sudden burst of force, and a strange feeling emanated from it.

The feeling was hard to describe, somewhat like soothing a baby in swaddling clothes with your palm. Since it only lasted for a short moment, Yuki didn't have time to think about it in detail and was quickly attracted by the new privileges.

1. Added a notification for all players at the Outpost.

2. Modify player permissions to increase or decrease the chance of receiving dungeon quests.

3. Seal the entrance to your private space and be able to appear at any location on the Outpost according to the coordinates.

4. Keyword search with added recording function.

Before the last mission, he had unlocked the permissions once, and besides confirming the faction name, he could already peek into each private space.

Outpost are dedicated spaces allocated to each squad, with each player receiving 1000 square meters. Like the player themselves, players can exchange for various real-world items. If a player dies, the space returns to its original state of white.

Theoretically, their team's maximum available space is 5,000 square meters, but in reality, it's almost limitless.

"It must be a privilege for the pioneers. For a 'god' to only have 1,000 square meters of space is too meager. Hmm, this time the permissions are more specific; they can now be applied to players."

Yuki revealed an extremely wicked smile, especially regarding the second point. This was tantamount to legitimate cheating. Come to think of it, why would players strive to be pioneers without any real benefits, just to become targets for others?

Then there's the fourth point, which is somewhat like surveillance video recording. And it's strange, as far as Frieren knows, the Trail Blazers can't possibly monitor all players, let alone replay or search them; that would truly make them an unassailable god.

'Maybe there aren't enough people using the Thorny Rose? Whatever, as long as it works.'

This is just the beginning. The permissions will definitely increase over time. No wonder factions don't raid each other's bases. Going to someone else's territory is practically suicide.

Let's see how it goes.

He looked at the countless surveillance screens and first tried the fourth method: locating a specific player and retracing their movements from their perspective, or locating a keyword; any segment where that word was mentioned would be selected.

"Interesting, then I'll add another hint."

Yuki raised his hand and wrote a message. He looked at the screen again, and after a moment, all the players were stunned and looked around.

[Within the Outpost, please abide by the laws of the land, or you will be punished.]

Since we all come from the same planet, even if there are differences in the countries we live in, most of our laws are the same, so Yuki doesn't need to elaborate.

Debts must be repaid, murderers must pay with their lives, and illegal activities such as robbery, fraud, and kidnapping are prohibited.

The suggestion was naive and even incompatible with the characteristics of Reincarnation Game. Everyone had become detached from reality, and even the word "law" sounded unfamiliar to them.

Yuki knew this was naive, but what could he say?

I don't want to hide in my room like a shut-in every time I come back to work; I don't want to run into any messy, awful things when I go out.

"I am the pioneer, I am stronger than you, I have no time to argue with you. Either obey my will, or die."

Yuki rarely showed a bit of domineering attitude. Managing an organization and establishing a new order was too troublesome. He would rather lie on the sofa and watch Hayasaka Ai make coffee than bother to put in the effort to organize things.

But the chaotic scene at the Outpost annoyed him, so he opted for the simplest and most direct method. Yuki had already used the search function to check; the strongest player at the Outpost was only just approaching Monster II, in other words—

"I am the strongest player, I have absolute authority, and the Truth is in my hands."

Whether to continue the order of the Earth or turn it into a pure Dark Forest, it all depends on one's own decision; this is the meaning of power.

Time passed second by second. At first, the players were very cautious, carefully looking around. After a while, some people began to show disdain, and some even began to test the limits.

Players are not obedient children; all their actions are aimed at maximizing their own interests. They are unlikely to listen obediently simply because of a hint.

Yuki looked at the image and locked onto a burly Latino man with a cigar in his mouth, scars on his face, and a menacing look. They were looking for prey.

Players who can ascend are not stupid, but being lewd and liking to take advantage of others are inherent flaws ingrained in human genes, and there will always be people who fall for them.

Using it as a keyword to trace back, the business it has carried out since its 'ascension' has broadened Yuki's horizons and made him clench his fist.

Damn it, you're trying to fleece me on my turf, aren't you?

He couldn't unleash lightning to kill those bastards, but as a privileged player, he wasn't as helpless as other players.

He took out the Phantom Twin Blades and tucked them into his waistband, then pulled out the Black Sword from the ground, turned around and went out the door, his thoughts were very pure.

"My ideas may not be right, but if you try to go against them, then you are definitely wrong."

Yuki didn't want to waste his energy on such trivial matters, so he was too lazy to argue with anyone, regardless of the reasons, fairness, or even human nature and philosophy.

Those who oppose me will die; those who disobey me will be killed.

Chapter Eight: My Wish is Rules (Second Update)

Business is booming.

With a cigar dangling from his lips, the Vicious watched with satisfaction as his subordinates led the newcomers to the Borderlands. Even though they had arrived a dungeon earlier than these players, they were still considered seniors.

However, his senior colleague was someone who deliberately led people into a pit of fire.

This is only because the game prompts are too simple, merely stating where the player is and that they can go to the Borderlands. Newly ascended players would then have to seek information from their "predecessors," wouldn't they?

In fact, the instructions from each faction are very brief; you can't expect them to write a long essay of several thousand words as soon as you ascend.

"Paradise, a paradise without more experienced players, a paradise without order, it's just a pity that hostile actions cannot be taken within the Outpost."

I took a deep drag on my cigar. I wasn't disappointed by the Vicious; it was a good thing. It prevented those annoying hypocrites from coming out to "perform Justice." Wouldn't it be better if everyone just kept to themselves?

It's not that no one can stand these messy things, but they're powerless to do anything about it, so they can only resort to verbal persuasion and earnest advice.

"Boss, the person has been taken to the Borderlands, the script has been set up, there shouldn't be any problems."

A beautiful young woman with a pretty face and decent clothes walked by. A truly skilled hunter never wears heavy makeup; she only appears in her purest form.

"Damn it, those monsters are too greedy, charging 70% just for providing a venue."

"There's nothing we can do, we're new here and don't have much experience." The girl smiled gently, looking very innocent. "If you're not satisfied, find an opportunity to get some territory in the Borderlands, and we can produce and sell our own goods."

"Then we need to accumulate capital first, step by step." The Vicious was very tempted. This was a blue ocean market, with a constant stream of players providing inexhaustible resources.

Doing missions is too tiring; nothing beats a robbery.

His eyes darted around, and he remembered something else. He said, "Marina, get the brothers dressed up again. Let's move to another area."

"Are you worried about the warning from a few hours ago? I sent someone to inquire, and those colleagues who went even further than us haven't been punished either."

"It's always better to be careful; this Outpost is strange."

Strangely, this is the common attitude of all players in Thorny Rose. They have no pioneers, no predecessors, and no need to Isshin pioneering.

"Once I've accumulated enough points, I plan to stay permanently in the Borderlands. Don't worry, this business can be entrusted to you." The Vicious raised his hand and rubbed the girl's chest, his face expressionless amidst the girl's giggles.

"I'll go back and rest for two hours, then I'll go see Mr. Ye and apologize to him in person, telling him that the idiot who messed with his subordinates has been dealt with. As for the person who helped me arrange the 'daytime' meeting, I don't care if they belong to me, as long as I give them enough points."

"You haven't had any fun with me in a long time." The girl pouted, looking very unhappy.

"Honey, we'll be entering the dungeon in a few days, I need to hurry." The Vicious patted the girl's hair, speaking earnestly, "In this game, if bad guys want to survive, they have to work harder and be more careful than those hypocrites."

If Yuki heard this, he would probably be somewhat moved. At least he has time to slack off, but Vicious can't even find time for sex.