No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

As for not punishing her, this princess doesn't seem like someone to be trifled with.

Rather than setting a question, it's more accurate to say that the princess, who had been hiding in the shadows for centuries, had nowhere to vent her resentment and had chosen to target them, a group of mortals!

The players of Lanyue Manor pondered over the parchment for an hour, while Mu Zhixi, bored, propped her chin up on her hand and turned part of her attention to the background logs of the Emerald Star server on the side hall's soft couch.

After reading the blood-written reply, she simply kept quiet, letting her unseen sister sulk beside her, while she focused on checking the results of the second round of public testing for the elven players.

Five thousand new players joined the second closed beta test, and the number of players recruited continued to increase. Now, on Emerald Star, the number of players online at the same time has exceeded ten thousand.

When we first entered the wasteland, many new players complained on the forums that the randomly drawn B-grade bodies had too low stats. But then again, if we don't let everyone draw by luck, are we going to change it to a pay-to-win system?

In comparison, the blind box mechanism, which relies entirely on luck, is actually the fairest.

Moreover, after everyone thoroughly searched the system interface, they couldn't find even a single recharge option. This holographic masterpiece, which required absolutely no grinding and didn't require spending money, immediately garnered unanimous praise from the entire internet.

Among the tens of thousands of people who flocked in, there were top talents from all walks of life, from philosophers, biologists, and astronomers to chefs, craftsmen, and repairmen.

In addition, nearly half of the spots were given to professional soldiers of the Elven race selected by the Emerald Star authorities.

Researchers and professionals need protection, so veteran players spontaneously discussed giving up resources and voluntarily handed over their accumulated resurrection coins to military players, prioritizing the provision of high-level mortal armor to warriors.

However, as they spent more time figuring out how to survive in the wasteland, the elf players quickly realized that relying solely on the numerical superiority of high-level bodies was not a long-term solution.

An A+ grade body can easily defeat an A grade monster, but when encountering a special monster that can become invisible and agile, melee combat becomes quite difficult, so one can only follow behind and run for nothing.

These elves, being particularly fond of research, learned from their mistakes and, combining their respective racial talents, devised a well-structured professional system.

The Moon Elf had an extremely thick shield, so it carried the shield and acted as the front line.

The naturally healing light elves stayed behind to provide group healing. The agile dark elves, meanwhile, lurked in the shadows, specializing in assassinations.

Combined with the various affixes that Mu Zhixi had previously added to the talent reward pool, players even created their own magic scrolls and skill scrolls.

Most magic scrolls can only be used once, but they can cause widespread and devastating damage.

Skill scrolls are different; once learned, they can be mastered permanently, and proficiency can be improved from beginner to advanced, even reaching the pinnacle.

What was once a simple tent camp has now been transformed into a cluster of charming treehouses surrounding a fifty-meter-high goddess statue, and the inner city walls are gradually taking shape as the craftsmen work day after day to build them.

Watching these changes from backstage, Mu Zhixi couldn't help but marvel.

She had originally planned to create a set of class templates for these players herself once she had enough faith points again.

Who knew that these elf players not only finished the job themselves, but also turned this healing game into a hardcore "search, fight, and retreat" game.

Every day before leaving the city, players would first form teams to kill mutated monsters and loot the dropped materials and resurrection coins.

If valuable items are found in the ruins, immediately use the roll to cover the entire group's evacuation. Once back in the treehouse safe zone, sit down happily and divide the loot.

For the elders and high-ranking officials of Emerald Star, this is no longer just a game.

Even if they can only uncover a little bit of the truth about the decline of the Moonlit Holy Dynasty in the wasteland ruins, or find some of the lost ancient magical technology, they will have hope of rebuilding the legendary life mothership and bringing their compatriots scattered throughout the starry sea back to their homeland.

In addition to building the inner city walls, this group of players who are keen on infrastructure construction also made a small item, which even surprised Mu Zhixi when she saw it.

On the construction site on the east side of the inner city, a burly engineering player, carrying a rather perfunctory-looking weapon, walked up to scholar Ji Luo and shook it at her in a simple and honest manner.

"Sister Ji, come here, help me take a look. I just made this thing, is it any good?"

Ji Luo, who was still holding a quill pen for recording data, stopped upon hearing this and looked up.

Just as she was about to ask what was so interesting about this thing, a light green system attribute box suddenly lit up above the rough iron pipe.

[Item: Simple Pistol (Crude Homemade Weapon)]

[Lethality: B-]

【Durability: 10/10 (Easily damaged)】

[Evaluation: A culmination of the wisdom of the firearms era, but still in its unenchanted state.]

Ji Luo paused for a moment, not bothering to ask any more questions. She quickly took out her fine iron spear for self-defense from her backpack. The tip had just been sharpened, and sure enough, a C-level lethality attribute indicator popped up on the top of the spear.

"By the Emperor and Goddess... it turns out that handcrafted items can also be recognized by the system."

The young researcher next to him stared at the brick for a long time with his mouth agape, but he couldn't resist reaching out and touching it.

"How is this game made? We just put some junk together, and as long as it conforms to the laws of physics and the structure matches, the system can actually recognize it?"

Whether a handgun is usable or not can only be determined by trying it out.

Ji Luo took the weapon, aimed it at the target in the distance, hesitated for a moment, and then tried to pull the vine trigger.

Ten muffled whooshing sounds rang out in succession, and the moment the durability reached zero, Ji Luo's hand was empty, and the homemade pistol had scattered into scrap on the ground.

The group exchanged bewildered glances. From that moment on, the gears of fate began to turn, ushering in a golden age for the elven craftsmen.

...

Inside the transit space, the item synthesis log was updated again. After reading it, Mu Zhixi picked up her warm tea and took a sip with satisfaction.

Ultimately, the original kill mechanism of the bizarre game didn't drop any supplies at all. She forcibly replaced the underlying system with her Creator God panel, taking full control of the reward distribution.

Once a player kills the original monster, she intercepts the rewards originally issued by the system. Then, she buys newbie items from the store, rebrands them as "Blessings of the Holy Land," and distributes them to the player.

As for the large amount of faith points generated during this period, she also took the lion's share according to the 20/80 ratio, leaving only a small portion to be converted into resurrection coins to maintain the economic cycle in the game.

Seeing that this army of tens of thousands of elves had almost wiped out all the monsters in the Seven Star Wasteland dungeon, Mu Zhixi began to wonder if she should go to the neighboring dungeon and devour a few more high-star dungeons to open up more maps for these restless infrastructure players.

Elf Town is bustling with activity.

Beneath the goddess statue in the center of the camp, the streamer Hilya, unusually, put away her usual smile and solemnly received the highest-encrypted instructions from the Elder Council of Emerald Star.

On the other end of the communication screen, the Sequence Elder stroked his long, white beard and carefully explained the mission to her, his tone exceptionally solemn.

"Hisya, the historians in the academy have conducted research overnight and have confirmed that Emperor Wangshu and that goddess have a very deep connection since ancient times."

"The Elder Council has discussed it and decided that, in order to unite the faith of the entire clan, these two supreme beings should be promoted together. You will take the lead in compiling a myth, and make sure that the clan members understand just how deep the bond between the two sages is."

The official intention was simply to use the goddess's prestige to solidify the legitimacy of the Ancient Elf Holy Dynasty and portray the two powerful figures as allies who had fought side by side and trusted each other.

She had no time to ponder the official's intentions; all the love-hate entanglements the system had previously revealed were already flooding her mind.

"Elder, rest assured! You want to tie Her Majesty the Goddess and His Majesty the Emperor together, right? I'm an expert at this. Leave it to me, and I guarantee our entire clan will witness a love story filled with hatred and passion!"

With a resounding thud, Hilya decisively cut off the communication, glanced at the towering goddess statue, and then eagerly pulled out her scriptbook.

Write down the outline for the alternative novel "The Benevolent Goddess Saves All Beings VS The Overbearing Emperor Loves Her Fiercely".

As for the title, Hilya kept it a secret for a while and came up with "The Untold Stories of the Goddess and the Emperor".

Hilya was completely unaware that what she understood was entirely different from what the Elders Council had told her.