Chapter 43: Outstanding Players Have Already Started Giving NPCs Things to Do!
Language barrier? Can't communicate?
For Chu Guang, that wasn’t a problem at all.
As a tool, Xia Yan only needed to master a few simple basic words to meet the players' needs for game functions.
For example, the simplest buying and selling could be learned without complicated vocabulary.
As for the players who didn’t understand what she says, what should he do?
Well, there wasn’t a need to do anything at all!
After all, even if it was a completely immersive virtual reality online game, it was impossible for every NPC to have full intelligence.
It was only reasonable.
In the end, Chu Guang did not ask Xia Yan to learn the language from the other world but only required her to master a few basic words and fixed sentence patterns.
However, what he didn't expect was that even after dropping the requirements, her performance was still not satisfactory.
"... For customers who come to the store, you should say, 'Hello, I am the owner of the weapon shop, Xia Yan, what can I do for you?' When you hear 'I want to buy something,' point to the menu and answer 'Take a look for yourself.' When you hear 'I want to service my gun,' you reach out and take it from them.”
What the hell is all this?!
Squeezing the note in her hand, Xia Yan looked sad. She looked at Chu Guang sitting in the chair for help.
Although each word was marked with pronunciation, she still couldn't adapt to the strange language, even if it was really similar to the language the Federation of People used.
Noting that Xia Yan was looking at him, Chu Guang looked away from the computer screen and turned to look at her.
"You remember everything now?"
"Not yet..."
Chu Guang: "Then why are you looking at me? Keep reading it."
"..."
For a moment, she suddenly felt that the job of giving birth to children might be easier, and yet, she didn't know why the person sitting over there wasn’t interested in her!
Am I really that ugly?! I don’t think so…
Even if she was already squeezing her hair in depression, Xia Yan was still very confident of her appearance; her captain used to pursue her some time back. Unfortunately, she didn’t like him!
The life of being a cannon fodder was too difficult, and she had to face the threat of death every single day. Her dream was to be able to marry someone from the inner city of Boulder City and live the life of a rich wife from then on.
As a matter of fact, it wasn’t completely impossible.
What if one day she received a mission to escort an important figure? In that case, the story of a beauty saving the hero might actually play out!
It was a shame that let alone escorting big shots, weak teams like theirs couldn’t even take on missions from the second-ring. They could only be sent out to the wilderness to try their luck.
Now… Her dream life was even further away!
Who would want a cripple? Not to mention one who had been captured by barbarians…
Just when Xia Yan felt sad for her ill-fated life, there was a soft cough beside her ear.
"You should stop showing your thoughts on your face."
"What?"
Xia Yan looked confused.
Sure enough, she wasn't reading the note. Seeing her subconscious reaction, Chu Guang was speechless.
After sighing, he paused for a moment and said indifferently, "I will test you once after two hours."
"If there is still no progress, perhaps Brown Farm will be more suitable for you. It just so happens that I can also make a fortune..."
...
It was winter, and Brown Farm did not need slaves. Instead, at the end of the month, they would dispose of a batch of old or weak slaves that couldn't work any longer.
Also, they would not want a disabled mercenary. Taking her appearance into consideration, even the mayor of Baker Street could afford to buy a beautiful clone, so there was no chance a disabled mercenary like her would catch their eye!
They were in the wasteland, and Chu Guang really didn’t wish to sell her away! He just wanted to frighten her and give her a little motivation.
Even if she was so stupid she couldn’t memorize those pages, he wouldn't sell her as a slave. The worst he could do was throw her out.
Actually, Chu Guang found her to be an interesting figure during the time they spent together. It was useless to speak nicely, but as long as he threatened her slightly, she would memorize the note obediently.
But why?!
Chu Guang shook his head and continued messing around on his computer. Earlier, he discovered that his Steam account was still available, so he decided to just pass the time...
Early the next morning.
Chu Guang, who woke up after a long nap, opened the player list. He re-enabled the login permissions of the players in batches and brought the players who came online to the surface.
"Dear Administrator, what about the lady yesterday?" Standing next to Chu Guang, Ample Time asked respectfully.
"Are you talking about Xia Yan? Her injury is a bit serious and she needs to rest for a few days. I communicated with her last night. She has decided to join us. When her injury is recovered, she will be responsible for the weapon maintenance work at the outpost."
Of course, Chu Guang didn't say that she had tried to memorize the note all the way into the night and he had to carry her to the next room after falling asleep. She was probably sleeping soundly at the moment.
After listening to his answer, Ample Time's eyes lit up instantly.
New information! The name of the new NPC is Xia Yan!
She should be a weapon shop owner or something like that!
After silently remembering what he said, Ample Time planned to wait until he went offline to update all the information in his post.
Of course, Chu Guang already guessed what he was thinking, otherwise, he wouldn't have given so many details.
Continuing to perform his job as an NPC, Chu Guang took the players to the open space of the nursing home, made a simple mobilization speech, and then asked them to do their own thing.
After two days of playing, the newly joined players had basically adapted to the rhythm of the game and didn’t need him to micromanage them.
Seeing the fire and black smoke rising outside the construction site, and the players climbing up and down around the scaffolding and humming, Chu Guang suddenly felt like an old farmer who was raising ducks.
All he needed to do was to shoo the ducks out of their cages and let them have their fun outside. When it got dark, he would gather them and drive them back into the cage, and then count the day's harvest and everything they gained.
Of course, the analogy was not completely correct.
After all, he was the one who procured the tools they were using and hunted the most meat for them…
After thinking about it, he realized that he still put in a lot of effort.
Maybe?
Chu Guang was standing in front of the construction site, watching for a while now, when he started thinking about what he should do, but Night Ten had already taken the initiative to find a task for him.
"Dear Administrator!" Night Ten called, who was obviously eager to try something new. And with a respectful expression, he said, "Shall we go hunting today? When will we leave?"
Chu Guang was taken aback for a moment and nodded.
"……Now."
My goodness.
The players nowadays were really hard working. They even began to give NPC tasks.
However, he didn’t say anything. After all, he did plan to go out for a stroll earlier to do some hunting.
Taking Night Ten back to the shelter, Chu Guang put on the tactical belt that was taken off the mercenary, clipped the pistol he picked up on it, and secured two magazines of 5mm pistol ammunition.
His main weapon was still the 9mm iron barrel rifle and the steel pipe.
Although there were also submachine guns and shotguns, it was very wasteful to use them while hunting.
More than utilizing firepower to suppress prey, Chu Guang preferred using high-quality 9mm iron-barreled rifles to kill the prey in a single shot at mid-range. Or at least inhibit its movement before approaching it to finish the task with his steel pipe.
Not only would he be able to save precious ammunition, he would also be able to preserve the hide of the prey.
After all, every additional bullet hole or cut would reduce the quality of the fur by 10%.
"Take this with you." Chu Guang handed a pistol and a crossbow to Night Ten along with an animal skin quiver containing fifteen crossbow arrows.
"Can I use that shotgun?" Night Ten looked at the pistol, then at the shotgun leaning against the corner, and finally, at Chu Guang. He tried to widen his eyes to look as pitiful as possible.
However, Chu Guang didn't have any plans to compromise, and said indifferently, "We are hunting animals, not mutant humans. You should familiarize yourself with these weapons before thinking about others."
...
Eventually, Chu Guang brought Night Ten hunting.
The players at the outpost worked as diligently as they did the day before. Moving bricks, mixing cement, and plastering… None of them were idle.
Thanks to the 30 tools that the Administrator exchanged from Brown Farm, the efficiency of the players had greatly improved, especially the players who were building the walls.
The wall construction site of the outpost was advancing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Not just the construction site.
Ample Time and Old White, who were thinking about the primitive method of steelmaking, have made new progress in their work after acquiring tongs and hammers.
From the cars in the parking lot, they dismantled a frame, the hood, the suspension, and even an engine shell! After two hundred years of wind and rain, they could no longer find a complete structure. For them, waste products were natural deposits they had to work with.
They smashed the rusty brittle metal and threw it into the kiln, still using charcoal as a reducing agent and manually billowing the flames. This time, they finally succeeded in turning trash into hot molten iron.
"Awesome!"
"It's done!"
Old White and Ample Time clenched their fists excitedly.
They had been waiting for this moment for three full days!
The molten iron fired that way would become pig iron with high carbon content after cooling. By repeated heating and cooling, the carbon content would be reduced to between 2% and 1.5% and the most basic steel could be obtained.
As for adding chromium-nickel and other metals to make alloys, it was a bit too difficult for them at the moment. Proper steelmaking required professional equipment, or even at least an electric kiln.
In fact, let alone steelmaking, just being able to boil molten iron out of industrial waste was already quite an amazing feat for them with such simple production facilities!
"What should we forge?" Old White asked Ample Time excitedly. "An axe? A knife? Or something else?"
Ample Time also looked happy and he quickly muttered after thinking for some time, "Let's make the cauldron or iron for a pan first!"
"I had enough of eating stews every day! I’m so close to vomiting!”
Although the mashed potatoes the night before were not bad, Tomato Eggs said that the soy sauce was running out. As such, they would most likely have pine nut fish soup for dinner.
It didn’t taste fresh at all, and a single mouthful packed a strong fishy taste.
"Haha, great idea! With an iron pan, our food quality would definitely improve a lot!"
The two quickly reached an agreement and began to use the little yellow mud left over from the burning bricks, and they proceeded to figure out how to make an iron pan mold.
On the other side, in front of the woodworking cabin…
Mosquito, who was sitting at the door on a small bench, was concentrating on the manual work he was doing.
He was holding a trash can that he picked up from somewhere. He sealed it with a wooden board and made holes in the wooden board using a stainless steel tube.
However, it wasn’t over.
He was obviously not satisfied with the inclined sprinkler.
Mosquito went on and used resin to seal the joints. The shell of the trash can was equipped with a wooden handle that could be hand-held. A plastic bottle was used as a compressor similar to one the watering cans they had. The hose was folded into an S shape and was attached to the back of the trash can.
"Perfect!"
After he finished, Mosquito looked at the object in his hand with a happy expression on his face.
It was a manually pressurized flamethrower!
As long as he poured wood tar into the bin and then inserted a fuse, within a five-meter radius, the thing could theoretically become a nightmare for anyone or mutants
Of course, that was with the condition that it did not explode and kill the user.
In terms of appearance, the design concept was somewhat cyberpunk, but Mosquito didn’t think it was a big problem at all. After all, he could still work on it in the future.
Maybe I should call it Hellfire 0.1!
Just when Mosquito was thinking about where he should test it, he saw Gale walking towards him with a bucket.
That guy went fishing early in the morning and would usually return in the afternoon, so Mosquito didn't expect to see him coming back so early.
"Hey, why did you come back so early today?" Mosquito smiled and teased when he looked at Gale who was coming by. “Did your trap break again?”
"It has nothing to do with traps," Gale threw the plastic bucket in his hand to the ground. "Look what I found.”
"What did you find…" Mosquito was stunned when he saw the contents in the bucket.
There were white stones contained in it that had yellow and light brown impurities mixed in.
The stiffness on his face instantly turned into ecstasy.
"Struvite?!"
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