The dragon just wants to stay at home, but the players are frantically upgrading their technology.

"Boss, I forgot to turn off the water for my toxic plant! It'll die if I don't get back soon! The sulfur production team needs me too..."

The polar bear hugged the potted plant, opened its eyes wide, and said pitifully.

But before she could finish speaking, she was glared at by the principle of "righteousness is the ultimate sophistication."

"Justice is justice" swept his gaze over the white bear and the herb garden, and said fiercely.

"No way! You two better think of a solution!"

Copper-headed belt and Hundred Herbs Garden could only weakly put their hands down.

“We don’t have precious metals, and paper-based credit money doesn’t have paper.”

Zhan Shuai pondered, feeling extremely troubled.

"Some players are already making paper products, but anti-counterfeiting technology will take time."

His expression was sorrowful, as if he were speaking out for justice.

He had thought about the same things Zhan Shuai had thought about, but he just couldn't do them now.

But the players were pressing her so hard that she couldn't do anything about it.

"There are also ongoing operational issues."

The prevailing narrative of "justice lies in the official line" is causing me increasing headaches.

“Players are here to play games. We can’t bind them with work, but we also want goblins and other races that will be added later to use this currency.”

"Have all the players become Dragonblood Warriors?"

Suddenly, the brass belt broke open.

"Everyone became a Dragonblood Warrior seven days ago."

Baicaoyuan replied listlessly.

These days, he has killed many monsters and experienced many battles.

He could feel that the violent magical power within his body was gradually being brought under his control.

Baicaoyuan had asked Siegel, and he learned that as long as he fully mastered that magic power, he could advance to the second tier and become a formal Dragonblood Warrior.

At that time, you will be able to freely control the magic to strengthen your body, or cover and strengthen a certain part of it.

"How are the Dragonblood Warrior's scales?"

The copper-headed leather belt lowered its head, tore off a textured black scale, and placed it in front of everyone.

"The essence of currency is credit, so let's use the players' credit."

“Each kobold’s scales are different, yet they all come from the magic of the dragon, making them difficult to replicate.”

"Furthermore, our players have a very low pain threshold, so they feel nothing when the scales are removed, and it takes some time for them to grow back."

He withdrew the brass-tipped leather belt and said with a smile.

"In this way, our players will not be tied to work and will be able to generate their own currency."

"Hiss... That's a bit crazy."

The phrase "caliber is justice" made him gasp and his eyes light up.

"However, it does seem feasible."

"Let me think about it, we need to add some more patches."

"The caliber is justice," he said, bowing his head to think before speaking.

"Scales must pass through player camps and be marked with a number before they can be used."

"And a portion of it will be collected as currency tax, so a recycling system must be established..."

"The caliber is justice," he said, arms crossed, pondering and muttering to himself.

"Alright, take your time thinking about it. I'm going on another trip... oh no, I mean, to gather intelligence."

As he spoke, the copper-headed leather belt removed all the scales from its body and handed them to the caliber of justice.

“I’ll give you all my scales; I want to make it the number one currency.”

"no problem!"

"Justice is the ultimate truth," he accepted with great enthusiasm.

The brass-tipped belt solved a big problem for him, so this small request was nothing.

Seeing this, the copper-headed leather strap lifted the animal skin bag that had been prepared beforehand from the ground and prepared to leave.

"Come to Dragon's Nest for a moment."

Suddenly, a voice rang in their ears.

It's Siegel.

P.S.: I've revised it a bit and added some information, making it 3600 words!

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I updated this morning, but there was no update at 6 PM.

Oh, I forgot to mention, I made a small change earlier, adding a painted culture element to the goblins.

Because their bodies were grayish-white, they would paint themselves with colors to facilitate hunting. The more paint they had and the richer the colors, the higher their status.

Chapter 25, Second Test (Please continue reading)

"No! I want to travel!"

Copperhead Belt had no intention of going to the Dragon's Nest. He pursed his lips, slung his animal skin bag over his shoulder, and was about to leave when Zhan Shuai grabbed him.

"It's rare for our fellow villager Long to contact us. Maybe it's something important, or maybe it's a new movie."

The war commander advised.

"Let's go take a look."

Copperhead Leather retracted the foot he had stepped out with and followed the others toward the dragon's nest.

"Could it be related to the high-ranking goblin lair?"

Walking through the Herb Garden, I pondered.

They were preoccupied with various affairs at the camp and couldn't spare many men, so they only sent one man, Copperhead Leather, to investigate.

However, the copper-headed leather belt yielded little result, only revealing some traces of gnoll activity.

Strangely, the goblins remained silent.

Perhaps Siegel discovered something, which is why he called them over.

"It's not that bad. The fellow villager is a fourth-order dragon. It's not in line with his dragon nature to meddle in such trivial matters."

The player camp was very close to the dragon's nest, and the group chatted for a while before arriving.

The restrictions on players at the entrance to the Dragon's Nest disappeared, and Zhan Shuai and his companions easily walked in.

Upon entering, Zhan Shuai and the others saw the enormous Siegel and a separate computer floating in front of him.

A display screen, smaller than a dragon's head, floated in front of Siegel.

Two speakers floated near Siegel's ears, and an old metal chassis sat on the ground.

The tiny keyboard, mouse, and mousepad floated in the air, moving with Siegel's dragon claws.

There's no better way to describe this kind of computer than with a split design.

"My fellow villager Long's antique computer is awesome! I want to collect one too."

The copper-tipped belt gives a thumbs-up.

The others were also taken aback, and sighed inwardly, "No wonder they are fellow villagers who came here more than sixty years ago."

Magic combined with technology—it's all about the fancy stuff.

"Computers are not for sale!"

Siegel shook his head firmly.

This is the computer he carefully selected, and he's really happy with it.

"Cough cough."

Siegel coughed twice, his golden dragon eyes staring seriously at the five people.

"Recently, I felt a connection between my soul and the souls of sixty fellow countrymen on Earth."

“I’ve noticed you’re short-handed and I plan to call in their help.”

Siegel would never admit that it was because he had spent all his points.

A few days ago, Siegel saw that his refrigerator was full of Tier 1 monster meat and thought he had enough to eat, so he spent his points to buy a computer.

Get ready to enjoy yourself.

As a result, the electricity bill arrived today.