Players Invade Cyberpunk

Meanwhile, on the other side, the newbies still on Stone Ridge Mountain were being guided by veteran players to get acquainted with the map and various operations.

Brother Dao was driving, continuously introducing the terrain and topography around Stone Ridge Mountain to the newbies. As a former journalist, his eloquence was quite good, and even for the boundless desolate Evil Land, he could describe it vividly. This made the newbies feel like they were on a sightseeing tour, each sticking their heads out the window, mouths wide open, feeling the hot wind mixed with sand blowing into their mouths.

Then they would shrink back, spitting out sand while marveling at how realistic the game was, only to stick their heads out again.

Originally, Brother Dao thought racing across this desert was quite fun before today, and his driving skills were even leveled up to Basic Lv. 4.

But when he thought of that group of bastards leaving him to have fun in the city, he suddenly found the scenery before him a bit dull, and the compliments from the newbies didn't feel as sweet anymore.

At this moment, a newbie known as [Mongolian Toplaner], who was sleeping soundly with his head tilted on the back seat, suddenly woke up as if electrocuted.

The [Resident] next to him asked,

"Yo, back from the toilet, huh? You've been gone for over ten minutes. Do you have a prostate issue, having to get up at night to pee for so long? I suggest you go to the hospital for a check-up."

Mongolian Toplaner glared at the clueless guy, half wanting to send his lineage to the skies, but then remembered he was face-to-face without a keyboard, so he dejectedly backed down and said to everyone in the car,

"Quick, check the official site, there's a new announcement!"

"What?"

Brother Dao slammed the brakes, almost making a couple of passengers puke up their meals.

"What's in the new announcement?"

"I was just checking my phone in the bathroom, and the official site said a new base has opened in the city. From now on, we can settle in... Santiago, and there's a lot of new stuff."

"Isn't it Santo Domingo? Not selling Miracle Grow, where's Santiago coming from."

[Great Britain Sword Saint] quipped.

"What's the point of so many updates if we can't even go there."

But talk aside, they still had to check it out.

This is an unprecedented fully immersive game, and players are eager to memorize every word of any announcement.

The car stopped in the wilderness, and the five people inside looked like they had sudden seizures. After a bout of tremors, their bodies slumped from side to side and stopped moving.

If it weren't for their breathing, they'd look no different from dead people. Players don't react at all when logged out, even if someone messes with their bodies — making them perfect candidates for a lewd game parody.

If a passerby saw this, they might think it was a group murder incident.

After a while, they woke up again like being resurrected by Jesus, shuddering as they regained consciousness.

"Holy crap!"

"Damn!"

"Oh my mother!"

"Civil engineering is finally the hot cake, the meta answer! Thank heaven, thank heaven!"

"Red barrel! I curse your karma! Don't spill it on me!"

Whether patrolling or scavenging for materials in the junkyard, those who got the news were working like they were on adrenaline.

The newbies just wanted to max out their combat skills to level 5 as soon as possible to learn the skills for bricklaying, mixing cement, and molding — whether or not to become a construction worker, they wanted to improve their civil skills.

Even if it's just to be a temporary laborer?

No matter about the pay, it's all about experiencing life.

The veteran players, on the other hand, wanted to quickly finish their tasks and then go into the city to set up offices, even if it was just to leech off others, at least they'd leave their mark.

As a result, Lin Miao almost lost control of the situation, underestimating the players' adaptability and the appeal of the update. It led to players frantically squeezing into civil engineering, each clinging onto the red barrel's leg calling him big brother, while other tasks remained unhandled.

The excitement from Red Barrel's unexpected fortune was so overwhelming that he fainted from excitement.

If it weren't for Lin Miao explaining clearly that everyone who participated, from upstream materials to downstream construction, would be recorded, things would have gotten even messier.

However, thanks to this burst of enthusiasm for civil engineering, the dismantling and rebuilding speed was extremely fast, with materials continuously transported from Evil Land into the city, and through means such as welding, screws, and template assembly, twenty players working in shifts managed to piece together the facade of the office building in just two days.

The clanging construction sounds made even passersby stop to watch.

The work efficiency left those hired by Lin Miao for 50 euros to clean in shock, thinking they were called here to compete with them, but it turned out their lines of work didn't even overlap.

They were dismantling and cleaning, while the others were constructing buildings.

Seeing this enthusiasm, some cleaners couldn't resist asking,

"How much are you paid a day that it's worth all this effort?"

"Paid? What pay? There's no pay. How can you talk about something so vulgar, bringing up money at every turn? Can't you elevate your consciousness a bit for serving the people?"

"???"

Seriously? You're working so hard, and you don't even get paid?

What the hell kind of self-exploitative mindset is that?

Initially, they thought the other party had such high pay they didn't want to disclose it, but Lin Miao was handing cash to the cleaning crew every day, while those corporate slaves legitimately earned nothing.

And it's not only that this place is weird, but these people are weird as heck too.

Some would secretly watch them use the bathroom and then return to their group to discuss it in shock, as if flushing was some mind-boggling ritual.