[ Do Some Farm Work ] explained to everyone:
"Because Graycast Corridor are mainly constructed using machinery, certain protective systems have been established for this type of structure."
"I have already filed a patent application for the Machine Spirit, and tomorrow we will take the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess to undergo an assessment test."
"If its performance matches what I filled in the form, then we will be able to obtain the patent for the ' Machine Spirit ' invention."
"But what's the use of that?"
One player asked in confusion:
"It's not like he fell into Gray's hands; he's still a dead man."
"It's useless now."
[ Do Some Farm Work ] agreed:
"However, as long as Gray can arrive in the Great Labyrinth City before the day after tomorrow, I can transfer this patent to him."
"He'll need to 'revive' himself before the final round of the election, secure the patent for the Machine Spirit, and then participate in the public election on time."
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] asked:
"Wait, didn't we say there would be a qualification verification on the third day? How's that going?"
"That's actually the simplest one. Gray himself is qualified, and the Machine Spirit is a great invention that can change the world. All that's missing is to combine the two, and he can get a ticket directly to the finals."
"What they mean is, as soon as they see Gray in person, they'll approve his candidacy immediately."
Why do you sound so casual?
"A Soul Returner asked."
That's naturally because--
[ Do Some Farm Work ] sighed:
"Compared to these problems, our biggest challenge right now is getting Gray to the Great Labyrinth City by the afternoon of the day after tomorrow."
As he spoke, he looked at the [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ]:
What did your brother say? Where is he now?
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] covered her face in distress upon hearing this:
"Just past the halfway point of the Wilderness of Chaos."
"So fast? I remember Gray saying before that it takes a month to travel one way from the Great Labyrinth City to Valhalla?"
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] explained:
"That's because he's a traveling merchant. There are many nomadic tribes along Gray's route. Those tribes rely on traveling merchants to supply many things that they can't make themselves. In the past, it would take Gray a month to make a trip because he had to spend a lot of time doing business, sometimes staying in one or two days in a single place."
"Later, the Blood Corpse fully revived, and many nomadic tribes disappeared in the Corpse Tide. A few lucky ones also completely submitted to the Graycast Corridor or the Eternal Domain."
"However, the new Blood Corpse have created many blockade zones, and Gray still needs to take detours to travel between the two places, so the time has not been shortened much compared to before the Demonic Tide."
" Gray was so fast this time because—first, the Antasia was basically empty, so its theoretical speed was higher than when it was carrying cargo."
"Secondly, five hundred Soul Returner will clear a path for him. These players, who are level 15 or higher, will charge forward as a group. Ordinary small Corpse Tide cannot stop them at all, so as long as they do not encounter Calamity zone, they can walk in a straight line at will."
"Thirdly, and quite importantly, some players have tethered their Hoofed Beast to the Antasia to further accelerate the fortress."
"I see."
[ On the Do Some Farm Work ] A look of joy appeared on his face:
" That's Good Then. Two days to finish the first half of the Wilderness of Chaos Wilderness of Chaos, two days to finish the second half, and one day to go directly from Border Satellite City 42 to the Great Labyrinth City —it's all reasonable and legal."
"But that's not realistic."
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] sighed:
"One-third of the Hoofed Beast have already died from exhaustion, and the rate of exhaustion is gradually accelerating. The previous high-speed movement cannot be maintained indefinitely."
[ Do Some Farm Work ] Upon hearing this, he plopped down on the ground:
"It's over, no matter how you calculate it, there's not enough time. Even if the Antasia's tracks run out of Mars, it won't be enough."
With a sigh, [ Do Some Farm Work ] looked at [ the Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ]:
That's all I did today. Now tell me about things on your end.
"Okay, first thing— Gray's uncle has already spent more than half of the money given for Gray and Nora's funerals on alcohol. The good news is that I arrived in time, otherwise the official compensation for the two of them would have been replaced with alcohol that tastes like rust."
Upon hearing this, everyone showed disdain, casting a long shadow of contempt at the drunkard.
A Soul Returner asked:
"Why did Gray and Nora's compensation end up in that old man's hands?"
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] explained:
"I've also inquired about this matter. Although the old man and Gray and Nora are not related by blood, he is Gray's junior apprentice and also his younger brother, so he can be considered Gray's half-teacher."
In the Great Labyrinth City, the master-disciple relationship, like blood ties, can serve as a bond for the inheritance of heritage, only with a lower priority than blood ties.
"But Gray and Nora have no family left, so this old man is the sole recipient of the pension."
"Okay, that makes sense."
The player who asked the question nodded in understanding, and [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] then continued:
"In the afternoon, I went to various neighborhoods to inquire about the election of the Grand Foundry Master, and found that the people of Great Labyrinth City were paying a lot of attention to this matter."
"Although not everyone has the right to vote, this is indeed a matter of national concern. Street vendors talk about it whenever they have no business, and some even ask their customers who they support."
"The social atmosphere is quite good."
[ On the Do Some Farm Work ] nodded and asked:
Is there a problem with this?
"Have."
[ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] said seriously:
"The problem is—nobody supports Gray, or rather, they don't even know Gray. They probably haven't even heard of Gray's name. After all, what normal person would stare at an obituary every day?"
These words immediately plunged the atmosphere inside the fortress into a somber and oppressive mood.
One problem after another, seemingly exceeding the players' capabilities:
First, Gray must arrive at the Great Labyrinth City on time. Second, he must be successfully resurrected in a social sense. Third, he must obtain the patent for the Machine Spirit and qualify to participate in the election. Finally, he must defeat all the popular contenders in the election.
All of these things must be completed within sixty hours.
Is this really possible?
Can do it--
In fact, everyone knows that a certain guy is capable of doing this. As long as he takes action, the difficulty of this task will not be much harder than drinking water.
As long as he makes a move.
[ Do Some Farm Work ] took out the small wooden piece that shimmered with Psionic Energy light from his pocket.
He looked at the other three Soul Returner who also had a share in this " High Tier favor" and asked:
"May I?"
The other three players exchanged glances. Although they didn't really care about helping Gray, their arrival in the Great Labyrinth City was just the result of several coincidences over the past few days.
But at this moment, the three of them nodded rather righteously and said in unison:
"Can."
"Can't."
A familiar yet discordant voice rang out, and two Short-Eared Elf appeared directly inside the cabin of the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess.