Chapter 290 The End of the World? The European Emperor and his anonymous player boss (31)
The end of the world? The European emperor and his anonymous gamer boss (Part 31)
The difficulty of ordinary copies has increased a lot.
This is not only Song Ning's own discovery, but also the unified understanding of all existing players in the entire chat hall.
[It's too difficult. I can't win alone. I still have a few supplies. Is there any big guy willing to exchange a handy weapon with me? Please, I just need a weapon. ]
[Normal dungeons are simply not something that we ordinary players can beat. How can we possibly beat this? I am going to collapse.]
[Why didn’t I work hard during the three-day novice protection period? The big guys had clearly reminded me, why didn’t I work hard? I hate myself! ]
[Stop shouting. Haven't you figured out what happened with Master Mo? You can't rely on anything else but yourself. Only when you become stronger can you avoid being eliminated by this cannibalistic dungeon.]
This sentence caused silence in the chat room for a second.
All players have to admit that even if they don’t want to see this sentence, it is indeed an unquestionable fact.
However, something unexpected happened to them.
[Players: We provide a four-hour weapon rental service. The rental fee is five loaves of bread, one bottle of water or fifty materials. You need to submit any shelter as a deposit. Interested players can contact me. ]
This sentence caused an uproar in the chat room.
【Wow, the boss appears again! 】
[Weapon rental? Sounds good, but why do we need the shelter as a deposit? If you don't return the shelter, won't we just have to wait for death? ]
[Boss, can we negotiate the rent? Isn't fifty materials a bit expensive? 】
[Player: In a normal dungeon, killing any treasure chest guardian beast will drop at least fifty materials, which is not expensive. I will pay it back.]
The words are concise and to the point, but some people still don't give up.
[But big brother, I'm really miserable. How about you lend me the weapon first, and I will return it to you after I kill the monster, okay? ]
[The drop rate in a normal dungeon is so high? I have to think about it.]
[The rent is fine, but isn’t it a bit… to have to pay a deposit?]
"Does this seem appropriate to you?"
Lance looked through the supplies and shelters traded by a player and put a blue-quality longsword on top.
Song Ning looked at the surprise that could not be hidden in the long string of thanks sent by the other party after the transaction was successful - probably because he did not expect that the weapon rented by Lance was of blue quality.
He stood on tiptoes close to Lance and brought the ice cream in his hand to Lance's lips.
Lance commented as he licked it helplessly.
"It is too sweet."
"You don't even like sweets, weirdo."
Song Ning cursed and laughed, then turned around and snuggled into his arms, licking the freshly opened ice cream in his mouth, but his tone was unusually firm.
"That's right. Anyway, even if we are good people, we are not stupid enough to be good people for no reason. In this way, the people we can save are at least worth saving, right?"
"Why should people like those who are not worth saving take up the places of those who are worth saving?"
Song Ning spoke softly but very calmly.
People kept initiating transactions on Lance's light screen, and almost everyone of them consciously put up their own rent and shelter.
There were only a few shameless people who simply made blank transactions. Lance followed Song Ning's instructions and blocked those who wanted to get something for nothing.
In less than five minutes, Hall, who was still trying to bargain with Lance, updated a new message.
[Player: All idle weapons have been rented out. Trading is temporarily closed and will be reopened in four hours.]
Those who were still calculating were stunned.
[What? It’s been less than five minutes and the rental is already finished? ]
[No, I'm still hesitating, why is it rented out so quickly? ]
[Boss, I want to trade. Do you still need weapons? Please trade with me. I will give you whatever you say.]
Some people don't believe it.
[I am dying of laughter. Is it useful for you guys to lick me? Haven't you always said that I am cruel? Look at this big guy you admire. What a good thing he is? I just exchanged a bottle of water for fifty materials and was a little bit ruthless. He wants to take away your shelter directly. This is to kill you. ]
It was Master Mo, who still seemed to have not learned his lesson from the situation when a group of people attacked him.
[It’s been less than five minutes and they said they’ve rented out everything. I think they’re trying to use hunger marketing. They might say they’ve been soft-hearted later, but they’ll want more supplies and more things to squeeze you dry.]
[How funny, you actually chose to trust such a person. And have you ever thought about what kind of good things he could rent out with his spare weapons? He wanted to exchange some junk for so many good things from you. I never thought he would do that.]
"It's him again."
Song Ning was just glad that he had finished his ice cream cone, otherwise Mr. Mo would have ruined his appetite.
But after reading Mr. Mo's speech, his brows gradually relaxed.
"Ha, I knew someone would say that. Fortunately, I was smart enough not to do something that would be a pure virgin act."
Lance hugged him tightly, and a hint of vanilla and milk lingered in his nostrils.
"Well, Ningning is very smart."
His little prince is kind-hearted, but he is not the kind of brainless kind-hearted person.
What the little prince did was very simple. It is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish.
The little prince's kindness was not unrequited, and he did a good job in this regard, which made him feel at ease.
[What do you mean? Don't you really intend to help us? ]
[No wonder he said he wanted to seize the shelter right away. Was this his plan? This is disgusting. Isn't this just profiting from someone's misfortune?]
[Isn't he the boss? Why did he take away so many of our things after helping us? 】
This is an incredible statement, Song Ning thought.
Fortunately, he and Lance are not real saints, otherwise they would probably be pissed off to death by these people.
He thought without caring and did not intend to explain.
He only intended to save those who were worth saving. As for the number of people, there was nothing he could do.
But Song Ning forgot about the people they saved.
When the four hours were up, those who had borrowed weapons were ready to return them. They subconsciously opened the chat room and saw those words that were still accusing Lance four hours later.
They were confused, puzzled, nervous and then angry.
[Bah! Who said that the boss didn't really want to save people? I just came back from renting weapons. You don't know that what the boss said is true. I have killed two treasure chest guardian beasts in the ordinary dungeon, and the materials dropped more than 100, and also dropped a handy new weapon. I am now going to return the weapon to the boss. You just wait and see, the boss will never embezzle my shelter! ]
He angrily found Lance's ID and decisively traded the weapon to him.
The other party put up his shelter in a second and the deal was done.
The man looked at the shelter in his hand and opened the chat room without thinking.
He wants to fight for the boss!