My Player 2

Chapter 206 Gold Mine to be Developed
"Captain, this is the final inventory report. We can go ashore now."

"understood."

Lightoller took the report and instructed the first mate beside him:

"Tell those aliens that we will land in 30 minutes and establish a base in the crater of the island as planned."

After saying that, he walked out of the cockpit, looked at the sailors hanging on both sides of the hull who were busy doing the final inspection, and gently stroked the railing at hand.

He couldn't bear to part with the ship.

Hundreds of large tires have been installed on both sides of the "White Ice Cream".

It is about to land on the ground and make the last voyage of its life. After reaching the crater, it will be disassembled into countless modules and unfolded into a settlement base of the Star Islands.

The new base is called "Star", a name given by the group of aliens.

According to that group of aliens, the active magma in the crater can provide a steady supply of minerals and energy for the new base.

They want to "eat" the entire volcano.

It was a crazy idea, but Lightoller believed that the aliens had the ability to do it.

As early as five days ago, people from other worlds came out in full force, arrived at the crater in advance, and began to fight the monsters there.

Among them, there was a hero-level monster that was resurrected three times in a row, but was still killed by them.

He's scarier than a monster.

Lightoller turned his gaze from the volcano to the natives gathered on the shore.

These natives are the original inhabitants of "Rutile Island", and there are probably more than 2000 of them.

They wore grass skirts, their food came from fishing and hunting, their strongest was a gold-rank warrior, and their language had evolved over nearly a thousand years to the point where it was unintelligible.

Thousands of years ago, this place was known as the Island of Fire Mages because of its abundant rubies.

Unexpectedly, as time passed, this place has degenerated into a primitive tribe.

Lightoller originally thought that communicating with these natives would be troublesome and would be accompanied by bloody conflicts, but those aliens deceived the natives by preaching and persuaded them to relocate their entire tribe.

Silly, but it works.

Instead of explaining to the natives how many technological achievements and magical mysteries this 10,000-ton giant ship has gathered.

It is better to tell them directly that this is a reward given by God to devout believers.

Lightoller could understand these natives.

But he still felt contempt for these ignorant believers in his heart.

In the Thirteen Cities Alliance, after entering school, children must learn the principles of divine power and the history of people being oppressed by gods.

People's desires will spread infinitely without boundaries as their abilities increase.

God is nothing more than a person whose desires have expanded beyond redemption after gaining power.

They are so powerful, yet they still need to build faith with lies.

God is not worthy of worship.

The education of the Thirteen Cities Alliance uses the knife of truth to pierce the curtain of lies, forcing people to face the cruel world.

But even so, after learning the truth about faith, there are still a considerable number of fools who pray for forgiveness from the dead god.

Rather than facing the cruelty of the world, struggle to find a way to save yourself.

Those believers would rather be a pet locked in a cage.

Lightoller couldn't help feeling disgusted as he looked at the natives kneeling in a circle on the shore, worshipping the White Ice Cream.

He felt that his beloved ship had been defiled by foolish beliefs.

... "The old captain said we have to wait another half an hour... These NPCs are so inefficient."

"The academic qualifications are fake." Sitting on the crater, looking at the fist-sized ship in the distance.

Behind him, 'Amuxiao' hummed, not trying to hide his perfunctory attitude.

He was planning the map of the Starry Sea using the drawing software in the background.

His next plan was to establish a base in the crater, then travel around the archipelago by boat to gather natives from various places.

As long as we can gather into a settlement of tens of thousands of people, we can open up a dream space.

By then, there should be a way to use dreams to open another portal.

After saving the route, "Amu Xiao" looked at the sky with lightning and thunder in the distance, and couldn't help but complain to "Your Education Is Watery":

"If you hadn't driven [Ga Luo Lou] crazy, we wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble."

"The academic qualifications are exaggerated." He shrugged.

After using [Ashes], he chased [Garuda] all the way and reduced his health bar by 1/10. As a result, the boss suddenly entered the second stage and turned into [Doomsday Storm·Garuda].

The mad divine bird no longer suppressed its divine power, and stirred up a storm that seemed to never stop on the calm starry sea.

The original Starry Sea was a good place with calm seas.

Now, severe storms have prevented the indigenous people from going out to sea to fish, and the food problem has become serious.

They players are still trying to find a way to solve the problem of feeding these NPCs.

"Things have piled up together. Fortunately, I went against the crowd's opinion and brought a large group of NPCs with me."

"At least for now, we don't have to worry about the construction of the 'Star' base. Once they lay the foundation, we can jump directly to technology."

"Amuxiao" also knows that this is not the fault of "watered-down academic qualifications".

A mad Garuda is better than a sane god who hides in the crack of time and space and spy on himself.

"We still need labor, and it's better to have magicians with high intelligence. Otherwise, if we rely on these hundreds of NPCs we brought, by the time they have established their base, we might have already become gods."

"The academic qualifications are exaggerated," he analyzed.

『Amuxiao』 nodded: "So we should prioritize solving the population problem. With the dream portal, we can pull NPCs over."

Having said that, "Amuxiao" looked at the chat group in the background and sighed helplessly.

Now there are only 21 players left following the fleet.

The others either slipped away on their own initiative, died accidentally, or were playing missing.

In short, compared to those reliable NPCs, these players are not reliable at all except for their billions of points.

As he was thinking this, someone sent a message in the player’s group chat.

"@Everyone, brothers, I'm at the Ice Cave Island. It seems I came a little too early. There are no living people here, but there are more than 500 NPCs over level 70 frozen in the underground base."

"I searched several times and checked every NPC, but the ice cream is not here."

"Fuck, you ran away? Didn't we agree to go find ice cream together?"

"I'm just worried about her. What if something happens? She's not here anyway."

"I have a button to unfreeze them. According to the background of the first episode, after these people are unfrozen, they will start a civil war."

"These are all excellent laborers, @阿木肖, aren't you short of laborers? Hurry up and bring some people over to pick me up."

The Star Islands are an untapped gold mine.

If these people come here, they will definitely turn the place upside down.

(End of this chapter)