I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

Chapter 114. Prelude to trouble

The recent days had not been good for Aistein. It was not because he was stuck on a mission, or because he could not get the equipment he wanted because he was too unlucky...

It was mainly because of the annoying atmosphere that made him feel very uncomfortable.

There were more and more suspicious voices.

The suspicion towards "Char."

It all started more than a month ago (in-game time). At that time, after the game was under maintenance, the information film was updated for the first time. The officially recognized PvP and war system had begun to take shape, and the enviable PvP training and playing methods were widely distributed in various human towns under the rule of the United Holy Kingdom.

At that time, there was a popular metaphor on the forum, saying that the original "fantasy world" was as reserved as a proud rich lady, ignoring you. Many players spent three months trying to figure out how to conquer her, but after the first maintenance, she suddenly became the female protagonist and came up to them and said that her body was very hot.

Any normal person would know what to choose ...

However, they did not participate.

Nearly 1,000 members of the "Rich Association of Flame Warriors" and the "Ghost" had gathered in the North of Elfheim for the mission called "Northern Development."

How should he put it... It was very wrong.

It was as if the division of factions had come so suddenly that they were caught off guard, and they had thrown themselves into an obviously weaker faction without careful consideration.

Some people began to regret it.

After all, they were all players. When experiencing the game, they would put their benefits first. Not all RPG players emphasized the sense of immersion. They enjoyed the pleasure of crushing and the pleasure of using supernatural powers without restraint...

If the United Holy Kingdom really started a war with Elfheim, what could they do with less than a thousand people in front of nearly a hundred thousand players? Did he really have to experience the sadness of the broken mountains and rivers and the ups and downs of his life in the game?

Please, it was just a game, did he have to be so immersed...

Although there had yet to be a large-scale withdrawal due to the special atmosphere of the management of these two guilds, the wide-range discussions and restless movements accompanied by the clamoring discussions made everyone feel a little uneasy. 𝐟𝐫𝗲𝙚ｗ𝚎𝐛𝙣𝐨𝙫𝘦𝗹.c૦m

As such, some people began to suspect that this was the work of Char, who was deliberately messing with them. His purpose was to let the two major guilds, "Flame" and "Ghost", fall far behind.

It had been more than four months since the game was launched. Originally, the "Flame" had always been the top guild because of Ninja Blade's outstanding performance. It was the "number one Guild" in both name and reality. Behind it, the "Ghost " and "Flame" were equally matched.

But now, "Flame", which focused on warrior recruitment missions and expanded the Guild to 2000 members, had a faint trend of surpassing these two. Other small elite guilds with one or two hundred members were also emerging one after another. For a time, hundreds of flowers bloomed, as if the "outside world" had suddenly become several times more lively.

And they were still cooped up in such a place, struggling to develop and build up.

Nothing could be hidden these days. The forum had been ridiculing their seemingly stupid actions for a month, and people's emotions were easily affected by other people's comments. Most of the people who were dissatisfied with the current situation could not stand the ridicule.

They did not want to criticize their own people, so their complaints were all directed at Char.

Aistein was furious, but he could do nothing about it.

He was a reasonable person, and he felt that the big boss was right. He heard that when the president went to him, he didn't agree with it. They wanted to do something to thank him for the help he had provided in the past.

After all, he was Apple Pie's second uncle!

At that time, most people had agreed to this because they had been hit in the head by the 6kW experience. They felt that this was the happiest deal in the world, and it was definitely a profit.

Now that the mission reward was coming closer and closer, they began to make a clean deal...

What kind of person was this?

Even if they were to take a step back, they had brought this upon themselves. What did this have to do with Big Boss Char? The choice was clearly made by him...

That was why Aistein could not understand why such selfish thinking would spread and become more and more intense.

Unfortunately, not everyone was self-reflecting, and not everyone was willing to admit their mistakes. All they did was to make themselves feel a little more comfortable.

For example, it felt good to criticize others, and it made him feel good.

"Xiao 'AI, what are you doing here?"

Aistein looked up in the direction of the voice. It was Nelwin.

"Ah... Big sister."

"the mission is complete. It's time to go back and get our reward. Let's go, take a screenshot, and send it to that guy. Tell him that we've successfully completed the mission." Nelwin said excitedly.

"Yes, it's done."

Aistein mumbled as he looked at Philin Town which had changed greatly.

For more than a month, a large number of industrial buildings had been built around the base called "Tomorrow's Ark".

The various materials they obtained on the Red Grasslands had become the nourishment for this industrial town. They watched it develop from a small town to what it was today, producing all kinds of military arms, food, energy batteries, and high-level materials every day.

Then, these materials would be handed over to the experimental center where Ms. Rylai was located and turned into forging materials and standard equipment for various high-level enchantments. Some would return to them as rewards, while the rest would be spread throughout Elfheim.

Sometimes, even Aistein would feel as if this was not a game, but the real world, because their every move would bring incomparably real feedback.

For example, as the hunting went on, there were fewer and fewer magical beasts around Philin Town. In their place were the mines and fields that spread out from the town, like a pool of ink stains, getting bigger and bigger.

Ever since the red soil was improved, the elves' crops had taken root in the Red Grasslands. Then, with the help of the botanist, they gradually grew taller and ripened in a month. They were then harvested, packed into bags, and transported into the city...

The elves even had floral prints on the outside of the bags of food, which was extremely exquisite.

This kind of satisfaction from nothing made him deeply fascinated.

"Big sister, have you heard about those things?" He could not help but ask.

"You mean those troublemakers?" Nelwin raised his eyebrows.

"Yes."

"It's not a big deal."

"In the past month, the mockery in the forum has never stopped," Nelwin said disdainfully, "But what about after the "Fantasy monthly report" came out this month? Ain't that group of players embarrassed? The average level of active players has risen from 24 to 34. "MandalaM has risen from 21 to 32 because of the crazy recruitment, but what about us? Currently, the lowest-leveled lifestyle player in both guilds was level 35, while their main force was level 40 and above. There were 20 players above level 45. If we were to make a ranking list, we would be able to occupy half of the top 100. What are you worried about?"

"But they..."

"But what? This kind of dissatisfaction is normal. This is the "pressure" and "anxiety" brought about by public opinion. You should also experience it." She suddenly changed the topic and said mysteriously, "Besides, do you really think that guy has "disappeared without a trace"? Now that such a big mission has ended, do you think he will let us be idle?"

"Could it be..."

Aistein's heart suddenly beat faster.

Was he finally going to do something?