The moment they logged in, the atmosphere on the high ground reached a boiling point.
More than fifty players rubbed their hands in anticipation, their eyes burning with feverish hunger for the main quest and experience points.
The group chat had been buzzing with discussion last night. They had agreed to log in early this morning and use the time-honored tradition of drawing short straws to decide which surplus members of the main combat and vanguard teams would pull guard duty.
In the end, the draw never happened.
The reason was simple: [Immortal Star Crazy Young Master] got scared.
He had tossed and turned in bed last night, unable to sleep, imagining what would happen if his luck bottomed out and he drew that damned short straw.
Wouldn't that leave him standing by the cliff, staring helplessly into space and freezing in the wind all day?
Watching everyone else advance the main quest and kill monsters on the front line would be worse than death.
So at three in the morning, this guild big shot with money to burn launched a "cash-powered" attack in the main group chat:
"Let's skip tomorrow's draw!"
"Anyone willing to volunteer to guard the base? Five hundred bucks a day! I'll transfer the money directly in real life! We just need five guys to idle at the respawn point and watch the place!"
The group chat instantly exploded.
They could play a game without doing any work and earn five hundred bucks a day just by idling and admiring the scenery?
What kind of fucking dream deal was this?
Three new players snatched up the remaining guard slots in an instant, their hands moving as though they'd been electrocuted.
Now, below the Ash Altar, three newcomers who had barely even shown their faces to the