The Dragonborn player astutely pointed out the predicament everyone was currently facing.
The King of Fall Resistance, I Guess has now fallen into a deep pit that seems to have been tailor-made for it. The lower compartments are filled with Blood Corpse Blood Corpse, and the upper deck is occupied by them. Not to mention whether the fortress's outer shell can be breached, even if it is, there are only stone walls outside. If they manage to escape, they will face a chase and interception by the Blood Corpse.
So what should we do now?
This question weighed heavily on everyone's minds. If they were to commit suicide, then their game progress over the past week would be wiped out in an instant.
Even if we can come back here to reclaim the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess after the resurrection, everyone will lose their current enthusiasm by then—excessive sunk costs will always undermine players' confidence, a principle that holds true in all games.
Amidst the roars of the Blood Corpse, the four sat down on the ground and began to contemplate the future.
After a long silence, [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ], the most rational among them, adjusted his non-existent glasses and said:
"Things have come to this, but I don't think we should give up so easily... Let's take stock of the supplies in the cabin and see how long they can last."
"We must hold out for at least a few more days, and we need to find a way to ensure the safety of the upper deck."
"Deck safety?"
The Dragonborn asked in surprise:
"What time is it, and you're still thinking about the deck?"
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] rubbed his temples with a hint of helplessness:
"It's not a matter of whether I want to or not. You all seem to have forgotten that there's something important on our top-floor rooftop deck..."
"The four of us are here, and the supplies are here too, what else could there be...?"
[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] He said half a sentence with some doubt, then suddenly seemed to remember something and asked with a somewhat horrified expression:
"You mean, the Resurrection Tree?"
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] Nod vigorously:
"In a few more days, this Resurrection Tree will be ripe. In the past few months, no player has ever been blocked by Blood Corpse. You don't want this disgrace to befall us, do you?"
The other three swallowed hard upon hearing this.
They could hardly imagine such a thing!
As a fully immersive multiplayer game, a player's reputation in the World of Disorder is almost as important as in the real world.
This isn't a quantifiable value like "trust level" provided by the game system; rather, it represents the collective impression this ID leaves on many players.
Whether it's "Plant vs. Blood Corpse " or "Zombie and Dungeon," players have never achieved the humiliating feat of being blocked and killed by Blood Corpse.
Now that this shameful impression seems to be about to fall on the four of them, how could they not be worried?
"How about we post something on the official website after we log off today, telling everyone not to click on this teleportation point?"
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] He proposed a plan that would never be adopted, and was quickly met with a crushing slam from [ the Shit Appraisal Master ]:
"Don't you even consider what players, with their rebellious nature, will do after seeing a post like this?"
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] and only then did they realize:
"I'll click to go check it out!"
"That's right, not just them, even I would choose to join in the fun."
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] covered his face with his hands.
"Then let's just let it go."
[ Good Times Don't Last ] said:
"Don't most celebrities who have scandals in real life do the same thing?"
"Then it's even more useless."
The " Shit Appraisal Master " bowed his head lower and lower:
"Reality is reality. Forums in this World of Disorder only care about genuine popularity. There's not even a way to pay to remove a trending topic. Do you really think you can pay to get it removed?"
[ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] also opportunely remarked:
"The number of players has now exceeded 200,000, that's 200,000... Even if only one in every 10,000 is a genius, there will still be 20 people who discover this mysteriously appeared teleportation point."
"And once they arrive, get infected, and die, we'll be in for a treat."
[ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] ignored the three people's conversation, pondered for a moment, and said:
"Listen to me, everyone."
Everyone looked over at the same time.
"Actually, there are solutions..."
The three of them had bright, sparkling eyes.
"We just need to reserve the spots."
What does this mean?
" The Resurrection Tree needs nutrients to form its body, but how much soil and nutrients can a mobile fortress possibly have? This is one of the reasons why that tree grows relatively slowly."
"What does this have to do with the resurrection slots?"
"It's related! My idea is that once the Resurrection Tree matures, one of the four of us should immediately commit suicide."
Why commit suicide?
"Of course, it's to secure a spot."
At this moment, the [ Shit Appraisal Master ], who already possessed some of the Shadow of a true businessman, understood the meaning of the [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ].
"You've died less often, so you might not know that the resurrection speed of each Resurrection Tree is actually different, affected by many factors, and nutrients are one of them. Our Resurrection Tree is clearly malnourished."
"If one of us commits suicide, we can even hire someone from Soaring Sky Studio to keep the resurrection slot on this tree, preventing others from getting in. I don't believe anyone would queue for hours just to be blocked by Blood Corpse and killed once."
After hearing this straightforward explanation, [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ] nodded in satisfaction, while the Dragonborn player and the unlucky merchant frowned deeply.
"Brother, aren't we being a bit too naive?"
Clearly, the two naive and foolish college students felt that doing this was a bit wrong.
"It's for their gaming experience, and also for our reputation..."
The " Shit Appraisal Master " reluctantly admitted this.
Just as the plan to exploit the bug to block the respawn point was about to be approved, [ Good Times Don't Last ] suddenly said:
"I've got a new idea that might be the best of both worlds."
The three of them paused for a moment, then all looked at him.
[ Good Times Don't Last ] He's only a freshman this year, and he's still quite immature. Compared to [ Shit Appraisal Master ], who is in business with him, he rarely acts like a boss. He also gets along well with his Dragonborn and villagers who work for him. He's a classic example of a lawful good player.
The other three could understand why he would object to this plan, which would slightly affect the gaming experience of others.
If possible, they would also like a more perfect solution.
So everyone shut up and waited for an even better solution to come up.
Amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, [ the Good Times Don't Last ] first looked at [ the Traditional Eccentric Wheel ]:
"I remember you said on the way here that there was earth between the walls of this fortress, right?"