Rest is for the Dead

Inside the room.

Tang Yu flipped through the discussion forum, lost in thought.

A point mentioned in recent player feedback had caught his attention.

That was the fact that the Omnipotent God game lacked a translation feature.

As a result, communicating with local factions was extremely difficult, often requiring players to use hand gestures and frantic body language to express their thoughts.

For example, when interacting with the White Ape King.

The language barrier prevented players from expressing their ideas effectively.

After pondering for a moment, Tang Yu decided to resolve this issue.

Without language barriers, players could easily integrate into the Boundless Realm, leading to a better gaming experience.

Tang Yu then used the laws within the God-Demon Space to write a language translation program; its principle was no different from direct consciousness communication, and it provided real-time, two-way translation.

That same day, the game underwent an update.

The language translation feature officially went live, allowing players to communicate with the natives of the Boundless Realm without any obstacles.

Star Archipelago, Sun-Eroding Island mining area.

Deep within the sunless mine tunnels.

A large number of laborers, their upper bodies bare, dug frantically under the watchful eyes of the overseers.

The laborers here were well aware of what they were facing.

The corpses of their fellow miners that they carried out each day would also be their own fate one day in the future.

But they had no choice but to mine according to the rules.

Once they entered this place, their life and death were no longer in their own hands.

If they dared to disobey, the overseers had countless ways to make their lives worse than death.

By comparison, obediently mining was the mildest form of torture.

At this moment, in front of a rock wall deep in the mine, the players who had been captured as laborers gripped their pickaxes and dug with equal fervor.

Unlike the other laborers, who were expressionless and numb, the players appeared exceptionally excited.

Because from the rock wall in front of them, they could not only mine level 2 ores, but there was even a small chance of digging up level 3 ores.

Any ore they dug up was decisively tossed into their private storage spaces.

Perhaps others saw this place as hell, but in the eyes of the players, it was heaven.

They didn't have to mine in fear, and they were even provided with food and shelter.

The only thing that made the players uncomfortable was that the air in the mine was toxic; although the effect was weak, their health points were slowly decreasing.

Under normal circumstances, they wouldn't last more than two days before dying here.

Therefore, making a quick profit before they died became the consensus among this group of players.

"Roar!"

Just then, a beastly roar echoed through the mine.

A massive beast carrying several wooden barrels walked slowly to the center of the mining area.

As waves of fragrance wafted through the air, all the miners stopped what they were doing and headed toward the central area of the mine.

Seeing this, the overseers remained calm and did not stop the miners from approaching the barrels.

The arrival of the beast meant it was time to eat.

Although they viewed the laborers as ants, providing daily food was the most basic guarantee to ensure the laborers kept mining.

The players also noticed the commotion in the mining area.

"Brothers, looks like it's chow time!"

"Not going, don't disturb my mining. My health bar has dropped by a quarter, I need to make a quick buck while I can!"

"Who cares about food? Once we finish mining, isn't it better to go back and exchange for special troops?"

After a brief exchange, the players continued to bury their heads in their mining.

The mining area utilized a centralized storage system for ores; the ore dug by each laborer was piled up in the central area, then transported out by laborers specifically assigned to the task.

The overseers' duty was to supervise the laborers for any signs of slacking, and they never carefully checked exactly how much ore each laborer had dug.

The reason for this was that the laborers here were members of different races with vastly different physiques and strengths, leading to completely different mining efficiencies; it was impossible to set a standard, fixed quota for them to meet.

Coupled with the centralized storage in the central area.

The players' act of lining their own pockets went unnoticed.

Just then, an overseer noticed the players who were still mining at the eastern rock wall during mealtime.

However, the overseer had no intention of reminding them that it was time to eat; he couldn't even be bothered to move an inch.

In his eyes, whether they ate or not was the laborers' own choice.

If they didn't seize the brief rest period, it was their own loss.

A moment later, the food in the wooden barrels was emptied, and the laborers picked up their tools once again to resume their toil.

Watching the numb expressions of the laborers, the mine overseers remained indifferent.

In their eyes, once a laborer entered the mining area, they were no different from livestock; as long as they were obedient, the overseers didn't care at all what the laborers were thinking.

Five hours later, the giant beast carrying the wooden barrels arrived once again.

The numb and famished laborers finally showed some reaction, dragging their exhausted bodies toward the barrels.

Only the players continued to mine vigorously, unable to stop at all.

For the laborers, mining was working for someone else, while for the players, mining was creating wealth for themselves; the feelings were completely different.

More importantly.

The players knew that they could leave whenever they wanted; at worst, it would take three hours.

Therefore, the players didn't care about the meal at all.

Moreover, calculating by the current prices of Omnipotent God, mining a single spirit ore and exchanging it for cash would be enough to eat until they were sick in reality.

So, between eating or continuing to mine, the players made their choice with their actions.

The abnormal behavior of the players soon caught the attention of the overseers.

They scrutinized the players carefully, and upon confirming that they were indeed mining, they stopped paying attention.

Around 10:00 PM.

The lead overseer let out a roar, and immediately, all the miners stopped their movements.

After a long day of labor, it was time to rest.

Under the watchful eyes of the overseers, all the laborers dragged their exhausted bodies and began to walk toward the exit of the mine.

This was the only time the laborers could have contact with the outside world, to go out and get a brief sleep.

Although the time was short, the laborers cherished it immensely.

Compared to the gas-filled mining area, the daily sleep time was the only solace in the hearts of all the laborers.

A moment later, only the players, who were still diligently mining, remained in the mining area.

At this point, their health bars were already less than one-third full.

In order to rake in more before they died, the players were going all out.

Seeing this scene, the overseers who had not yet left looked surprised and immediately walked toward the players.

"Hey, time to rest!"

The lead overseer said after approaching the players.

"Rest my ass, I'm about to die, and you're talking about resting!"

"Don't bother me, a few more shovels and this Level 2 ore will be mine!"

"Save the bullshit for later, hurry up and dig, my health is bottoming out!"

"Rest is for the dead, and I'm not dead yet!"

Due to the launch of the language translation function, the players were now able to understand the overseers' words without any barriers.

At the same time, the players didn't even notice that the person speaking to them now was the mine overseer.

The lead overseer's expression was one of astonishment.

Having been in charge of the mining area for so many years, this was the first time he had seen laborers voluntarily ask for overtime.

What was even more unbelievable to him was that these few laborers dared to speak to him in such a tone.

Something seemed wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it!