Two weeks later.
Several mission boards had appeared outside the Stein Group, causing quite a stir among the Players. Great crowds of Players cursed the Merchant while tearfully admitting how irresistible it was, then diligently began working for the Stein Group.
Not working was impossible. Did they still want to open card packs or not? Did they still want an Azeroth-Marvel Continent closed beta slot or not?
Opening packs was impossible. It would be impossible to open packs in this lifetime. For the unlucky to win the grand prize of a closed beta slot was pure fantasy. Grinding missions as cheap labor actually gave them better odds.
Games were always like this: either pay up or grind hard. When faced with a shady developer like the Merchant, where even paying only made you his bitch, the many unlucky Players could only choose to sacrifice their livers.
And sure enough, ever since switching from paying to grinding, their backs no longer ached, their legs no longer hurt, their eyes were no longer red, and their hearts no longer felt stifled. They no longer had to spend money and get pissed off for it. They felt refreshed all over.
Inside the Lee Stein Industries Mall.
Aside from the many unlucky Players who had already relocated to grind missions, quite a few Players who considered themselves lucky still surrounded the pack-opening machines in the Lee Stein Industries Mall. Naturally, there were also those who had lost so much their eyes had gone red, as well as spectators.
"Wow, congratulations, sir! A gold-tier common!"
"Wow, an epic!"
"One Iron Man Massage. That'll be one hundred."
The mall was bustling with noise and energy. With the massive influx of new Players following the second update, the mall had become increasingly lively. It was raking