Evil God? My servants are players!

Then, Travel Frog and Train King walked out of the lecture hall.

The new tribe was already showing some signs of improvement.

In addition to the already completed lecture hall, other buildings are under construction.

Everywhere you look, there are busy goblins and players giving nonsensical commands.

"Come on, help me prop this pillar up."

"Leave it to me!"

"Ouch! You hit me! I think you want a good beating!"

"No! You can't build it like this! Can't you read blueprints?!"

"You mean that thing made from tree bark? I've already eaten it."

"Gaia!!!"

This vibrant, flourishing scene, where everything thrives, is still vivid in my mind.

A group of goblins suddenly appeared, protesting the injustice they had suffered.

"I quit! This is goblin abuse!"

"I don't want to work!"

"I want to eat a giant snail!"

Seeing the commotion, curious goblins kept gathering around, and the procession grew larger and larger.

However, no players stopped the protesting goblins; instead, they all stood aside and watched the spectacle.

Firstly, most players find the goblins' behavior amusing.

Secondly, the person who led the protest was also a player.

"No, why aren't you doing your quests? What are you doing causing trouble here?" The Traveling Frog stopped the player and asked.

"I don't understand, what does what I'm doing have to do with the quest?" the player asked, puzzled.

"Building a new tribe! Can't you see the progress bar is completely stuck?" said the traveling frog.

The player glanced at the quest log before realizing what had happened:

"Oh, really? I thought it would progress slowly over time, like a large-scale event in other games."

Then he turned to the goblins who were following him and said:

"Alright, everyone disperse. And here's your payment."

The player pulled out several large wooden clubs and handed them to the leader of the goblins.

The goblins all smiled happily after receiving the large wooden stick.

But the other goblins who had come to join in the fun were very unhappy about it.

"Why don't I have it!"

"Yes! Why don't I have it!"

Some goblins even tried to steal the big wooden club.

Give me yours!

And so a conflict broke out, with several goblins instantly engaging in a fierce battle.

Instead of running away, the other goblins watched the battle with great interest.

They kept cheering on the goblins who were fighting, completely forgetting about the big wooden club.

But as several goblins caught in the crossfire joined the battle, the situation gradually spiraled out of control.

The player in charge was about to run away when he realized something was wrong, but a large wooden stick suddenly flew over and sent him back to the altar.

The traveling frog was having a headache watching the farce unfold before it, as goblins were constantly being drawn into the conflict.

Meanwhile, players are constantly being sent back to the altar, since there is still a significant level gap between new players and goblins.

Just before the situation completely spiraled out of control, the Traveling Frog finally unleashed her ultimate move.

"I have a big loaf of bread! Line up now! Get your bread!"

Hearing this, the goblins, who were playing around, were instantly drawn back to the sound.

"Another long queue for food?!"

"Bread for dinner?!"

"Can I eat bread and giant snails?"

The goblins, who had been playing around, instantly lined up, ready to "receive their meal".

And goblins kept getting closer. Seeing the increasingly long queue, the traveling frog couldn't help but sigh.

But she still dutifully distributed the food.

Just as the message was halfway through, a goblin suddenly said to the traveling frog:

"My strategist, you're so kind, why don't you become the clan leader... Waaaaah!"

Upon hearing this, the traveling frog immediately shut her up.

"Are you trying to get me killed?!"

As someone who manipulates public opinion, she certainly knew how damaging those words could be.

If this gets out here, it'll be bad news. He'll either have to get out of here or be forced to step down.

But how can a player compare to an NPC? It's obvious that in the end, you'll be the one who gets kicked out.

After warning the goblin, the traveling frog let her go.

Looking at the endless queue, the traveling frog sighed again.

"I wonder how things are going with that hunky guy on the side."

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On the other side, Phase Man and Full Risk Half Hang are observing the old tribe.

"What's wrong with them? Why did they suddenly stop coming out?" Suddenly remembering something, Quanxian Bangua added:

"Hey! Do you think the developers deliberately kept them out to balance the game's difficulty?"

"I don't know, but it probably wasn't intentional on the part of the development team. They dare to leave a bunch of high-level monsters at the entrance of the newbie village, what wouldn't they dare to do?"

The phase man thought for a moment and then said:

"I feel there's more to this than meets the eye. Look! Goblins are coming out!"

Halfway through his sentence, the man in the phase suddenly pointed to the gap in the old tribal wall.

At that moment, a goblin was peeking out from the gap.

After realizing that no other goblins were paying attention to it, the goblin emerged from the gap.

He began to stretch his body and mutter something.

Then, the man in the phase gestured to the fully-insured half-carriage, signaling him to follow.

Then the phase man began to quietly move towards the goblin.

After getting close enough to the goblin, the Phase Man was finally able to hear what the goblin was muttering.

"The clan chief is really something, suddenly deciding to impose a lockdown and spouting nonsense about impending destruction."

"I, the brave Kukukaka, am not afraid. I am not afraid of the end of the world. I can even defeat monsters."

After stretching his body, Kuku Kaka said:

"We've been eating mushroom soup for days, let's find some giant snails to change things up."

Then Kuku Kaka started walking deeper into the mushroom forest.

After Kukukaka had moved a distance away, the phase man asked about the half-hanging danger.

"Do you still have any goblin-catching equipment? Judging from her words, she seems to be that famous goblin."

"If we could catch her, wouldn't our contribution points skyrocket?"

Upon hearing this, Quanxian Bangua began searching, but in the end he only found a handful of sleeping grass.

"Is this all that's left? Is it enough?"

Phase Man glanced at Sleepy Grass and said:

"Let's do it! High risk, high reward!"

"Shall we follow them?" Quanxian Bangua suggested.

"No, dig a trap right here; she'll definitely come back this way in the end!"

After rejecting the full-risk, half-cargo proposal, the man with the muscular physique continued, "You should go find some big snails now."

"This is a goblin tribe. The giant snails have all been eaten. Where am I supposed to find them?" said Quanxianbangua.

"Go back to the new tribe and ask someone else for it," the man in the phase said, exasperated.

Subsequently, the man in the phase immediately began civil engineering work on the spot, while the semi-trailer sped off towards the new village.

Kukukaka, completely unaware of the Phase Man's conspiracy, was enjoying a rare moment of freedom.

"Hey! Found a big snail!"

Kukuka picked up a large snail and started sucking on it.