Stable output and conciliatory concessions were exactly what those game guilds wanted, so the two sides hit it off immediately. Every day, people would tacitly wait on the trading website, and as soon as the activation codes of [ Great Prospects Game Studio ] were listed, they would be snapped up immediately, leaving no chance for others.
As for the last type of player in Ed's classification, they are a small number of people who mingle among the normal players, observing and recording every corner of the World of Disorder every day. Their daily actions are like a robot script, and even the stat allocation when leveling up is completely divided into a standard experimental group and a control group.
Ed knew perfectly well who these people were, but he didn't care at all.
The existence of these people also contributed to the growth of his power, and because they had their own clear goals, they didn't cause any strange trouble.
Moreover, if another world could truly understand the disorder of the World of Disorder, it would be a good thing for restoring order to this world, and Ed would be happy to see that happen.
As for the "brick-moving gang, "Ed actually quite liked them. After all, those people worked hard while Ed could skim profits to enrich himself. Although the real-world transaction amount didn't end up in his pocket, money from the other world was meaningless to him anyway. On the contrary, the hard-earned money and materials accumulated by the brick-moving gang were more likely to enrich Ed's wallet...
Therefore, as long as these people who come to the game world with a goal do not affect the gaming experience of normal players, Ed will not expel them, and is even happy to get along with them.
In this atmosphere, the game " World of Disorder " ushered in a booming era of "farming".
The setting sun was about to disappear behind him. Gray stood on his small fortress, gazing ahead. The dim sunlight cast long Shadow of himself and the fortress.
Inside the fortress, the new "power unit" worked exceptionally hard, Gray never tired of hearing its powerful sound.
Some time had passed since he left the Great Labyrinth City. Following the fixed routes his master had passed down to Gray, his first dozen or so destinations on each trade trip should have been some fixed fortresses or towns in the border region of the Graycast Corridor.
Although there are many destinations, the settlements are not far apart, so all of them will only take him about half a month.
Speaking of this, we must mention the masterpiece designed by that Grand Foundry Master, namely the Graycast Corridor itself.
The large power [ Graycast Corridor ], located in the northern part of the continent, is centered on its capital city [ Great Labyrinth City ]. Other large settlements are distributed in a satellite-like pattern, and smaller settlements are distributed around the large settlements in a satellite-like pattern. Border outposts and fortresses are set up at fixed intervals along the border.
The blueprints for the entire Graycast Corridor are said to have been drawn by the Grand Foundry Master. Each settlement has its own unique number. For someone like Gray, who has received professional training, knowing the number of the nearest settlement is enough to determine his current location.
A few days ago, as the last watchtower disappeared behind him, he officially left the territory of the Graycast Corridor and began visiting those scattered small forces.
Some of these smaller factions settled in fixed locations, such as the Dragonborn Village, which was originally the last stop on this route, but now it has become the penultimate stop. The last stop is the newly established Tree Worship Church settlement, a peculiar Tree Worship Church settlement that is willing to contact outsiders.
Some survive by living a nomadic lifestyle, their locations are not fixed, so Gray doesn't always encounter them.
After traveling westward for several days, Gray actually encountered several nomadic tribes.
After finishing his business with these guys as usual, he took out a map and marked a few places on it. Earlier today, he noticed a new cluster of makeshift tents on the horizon.
Gray drove the fortress across the wasteland, getting closer and closer to the small settlement, and a day quickly passed.
Just as Gray was wondering what fancy things the nomads would bring out to exchange for supplies, the power unit of the Antasia fortress suddenly started vibrating abnormally.
It is well known that new cars or new engines always need time to break in, but Gray instinctively sensed something was wrong, or rather, there was nothing really wrong, but the mechanic's experience made him dare not overlook any detail.
He pressed his ear against the trapdoor at the top of the power area, trying to pinpoint the malfunction from the cacophony of noise.
He quickly noticed something amiss. It seemed that the noise from the "power components" had become unusually loud since earlier, with hissing and rattling sounds drowning out the friction between the gears and hinges, making it impossible for Gray to tell whether the mechanical structures had malfunctioned.
But this alone is enough to illustrate a point; the problem lies not in the mechanical structure, but in the living parts.
Gray knocked twice on the trapdoor, signaling the "power components" inside to quiet down.
He was about to reach the next settlement. If those timid civilians knew how his fortress was powered, they might avoid him whenever they saw him in the future...
His banging seemed to have a certain effect, as the restless components quickly quieted down, as if they were both submitting and suppressing something.
The small fortress quickly approached the cluster of tents. It was already dusk, and to attract their attention, Gray, as usual, sounded the fortress's horn.
The "whooshing" sound spread around, but Gray didn't see anyone emerge from the tent.
Based on past experience, the nomads who could hardly produce any useful tools had an unimaginable thirst for the metal items Gray provided. They would always exchange something they had hunted or gathered with Gray, and those materials would be bought by people from subsequent settlements, just like when Ed bought some biological samples and tissues from Gray last time.
The nomads would also try to sell Gray some strange and unusual things, but he would always try to get a very low price for them.
As they drew closer to the fortress, Gray still didn't see anyone emerge from the tents.
Have they already abandoned this settlement?
No, there are still dozens of Vine Sheep lying quietly on the ground in those simple enclosures. For these nomadic people, livestock is as important as their lives.
If they were going to abandon this place, they wouldn't have left so much behind.