My players are too fierce!

By the fire, Roland opened his notebook.

The ritual dagger beside him was polished to a shine, showing no sign that he had just dealt with a zombie.

Just minutes ago, amidst jubilation, Kashima gave humanity its first blood.

[Achievement Completed: First Blood]

[Task posting module enabled]

[Gain spell: Eye of True Sight]

[Consumable: None]

[Effect: You can synchronize the player's five senses, see the target unit's attributes and other digitized information, and provide feedback to the player. The amount of information seen is proportional to the level difference between the player and the target unit.]

The data panel has been received.

He originally thought this thing would be given as a reward for a follow-up mission.

[Administrator: Roland]

[Ashes: 8 units]

[Number of players under your jurisdiction: 3/10]

[Administrator Rank: Tier 1]

[Area under its jurisdiction: Dead End Town - Abandoned Tavern]

Brightness: Weak (Low fuel!)

Available fuel: 0/10 (1 unit consumed per Earth day)

[WARNING! The flame will go out in 3 Earth days! Please refuel as soon as possible!]

[Note: Administrator rank is linked to the number of available resources (e.g., the number of players), and the maximum number of players is positively correlated with administrator rank.]

He was certain that the fuel for the fire was not ordinary firewood, but fresh flesh and blood.

However, one thing puzzled him—

['Kashima's First Snow' is dead—he was killed by cognitive filter overload and heart failure.]

Did he die of fright?

On the other side, Earth.

Li Yanda suddenly sat up in bed, clutching his chest which was still throbbing with pain and breathing heavily.

It felt as if he had truly died once.

The face of the zombie from the game just now kept flashing in his mind.

He's not a forensic science student from the neighboring school; how could a normal person not have any reaction at all?

This is truly bizarre!

He got out of bed shakily, completely ignoring the chubby boy next to him who was secretly memorizing English vocabulary for the postgraduate entrance exam by flashlight.

You know, in the past, when he faced such a bad guy who secretly studied, he would definitely have used the "monkey stealing peach" trick.

Glug...glug...

After drinking a few mouthfuls of cold water, I lay back in bed, waiting for my turbulent emotions to calm down a bit.

Close your eyes and go to sleep.

There's another 8 AM tomorrow...

Holy crap, I'm not reconciled!

This game absolutely needs to be promoted!

I can't be the only one who gets hurt!

Captain's communication group.

Kashima First Snow: Family! I swear on my integrity! The game the group admin posted is the real deal!

[Kashima First Snow was granted administrator status by the group owner]

Then he told her everything he had seen and heard.

Rainy Night Swordsman: The group owner bribed you to beat GG with only one admin? I'll pay double! (Panda trying not to laugh.JPG)

[The Swordsman in the Rainy Night has been banned by the administrator]

Of course, he didn't mention the part about being scared to death by monsters in the farming sandbox.

Wait a minute, why am I so scared?

Looking back now, it was just a very ordinary zombie model.

Hakimed (Administrator): Then I'll have to give it a try.

There were only a few of them at this hour, and they were all action-oriented people who acted on their impulses.

Playing games in moderation can be beneficial for the mind, but excessive gaming can harm your health.

To avoid impacting your real life, it is recommended that you maintain a sanity level above 60 for the long term.

Our company will not be held responsible for any unforeseen circumstances.

[Sanity Value: 69/100]

Ignore the warning! Access directly!

Beside the stove.

In front of Roland were three robes made from tattered cloth, with a wooden stick next to each robe.

It looks quite sturdy and is studded with iron nails.

These are a limited number of pieces of equipment, carefully selected by Roland to be the most cost-effective choice for the current environment.

They're everywhere, so you don't feel bad if they get lost or broken.

[Cognitive Filter New Account Application: 2 copies]

[Application to revive a Cognitive Filter account: 1 application]

[Account: Kashima Hatsuyuki, resurrection requires 0.01 units of ashes]

ta-ta-ta--

The pen tapped rhythmically lightly on the notebook.

Resurrection cost...

For now, this can be ignored; it will be deducted directly from the player's account later.

Losing experience points for high-level deaths is reasonable, isn't it?

According to the most basic functional description of the administrator system, the ashes obtained by each player can be distributed by the administrator, but only once.

In other words, he cannot take back what has been given away.

Of course, it just means you can't openly rob people; it doesn't mean you can't guide consumption.

Even administrators need to have some decorum.

Let's set the profit-sharing ratio at 1 to 9 for now.

Lord Roland even left a layer for players to feel a little involved.

But thinking about it carefully...

Let's just convert this 10% into tokens. Let's exchange the things that can be controlled by this 10% of Ash into Ash Coins and transfer them to the players' accounts.

In this way, he can coordinate the entire economic system.

The pen paused slightly, and the project was planned to be named "Ash Coin".

However, if the cost of resurrection is very low, what is the cost of death?

What happens if your sanity level remains below 60 for an extended period?

His intuition was warning him, frantically suggesting that he shouldn't conduct experiments in this direction, as something might happen that he would deeply regret.

slam-la-

A gust of wind came from the fire, carrying three streaks of ash into the tattered cloth.

Although Roland had already seen it once, he still found it somewhat interesting.

In this situation, shouldn't one cry out, "Rise, my love!"

The first to stand up was the Night Swordsman.

Despite his previous joking and scolding of Kashima for giving up on the group leader, he was actually the one who made the reservation.

"Hey, where do I pinch your cheeks?" he muttered to himself, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

A slightly menacing scar ran from his forehead to his jaw on his face.

The character customization feature?

That's not entirely true, but Roland considered that simply changing the appearance parameters would start with one unit of ash, and could at most create a Titan or an Old God with no upper limit. He found it troublesome and canceled this step, directly using real facial data to automatically generate game characters.

Of course, the explanation given to players is that it's currently in closed beta and not yet open to the public.

"Hmm...it seems I can't choose my initial race and class either?"

It was Hakimed who spoke; he was currently the one with the clearest and calmest mind.

It's not that Roland is heartless; it's just that he truly only has one template and one profession: the useless.

After a moment of thought, Roland suddenly remembered that it seemed these new players were all directly pulled into the game?

There is no option to create a new character, no attribute allocation, and no loading buffer.

Okay, let's add a non-selectable screen as a token gesture, and then add a countdown of about five seconds...

Since Roland couldn't possibly pull out a notebook to write work records in front of his fellow villagers, and he didn't have any high-tech superpowers like a computer or artificial soul, his response to the new players slowed down.

In just a short while, the three players had already reached the gate and were ready to go out and wander around.

On the contrary, Kashima hesitated a bit. Perhaps he was traumatized by the door-opening attack last time. This time, he actually shrank back, hiding his brothers in front of him, raising the wooden stick in his hand, and assuming a fighting stance.

Roland's lips twitched slightly, and he, who was becoming somewhat socially awkward, gave up on guiding the players through the story.

Let them be, whatever.

[Mission Objective: Explore the church ruins and collect fuel from the first floor of the church]

[Difficulty: Very Easy]

[Contribution Points: 10 units]

The three people at the door stopped in their tracks.

"Old Ha, do you think we should do this mission?"

The swordsman's eyes held a hint of eagerness.

The most realistic version of giving him love is right in front of you!

"I think we still have to do it. We're in closed beta right now, and you've all read the player manual. What if we don't follow the NPCs' requirements and they take back our closed beta access? What are we supposed to play then?"

"Yeah, what should we play?" Kashima's mind went blank, and he answered subconsciously.

Roland sat by the fireplace, watching the three players leave through the door, and closed the notebook containing various contingency plans.

The spark was waiting, and so was he.