Chapter 59: These gamers are becoming much more jailable

Yesterday's snow seemed to be just a coincidence.

The next morning, the sun brought a hint of autumn warmth.

Walking out of the sanctuary, Trash-kun looked around cautiously. When he realized it wasn't as cold as he had imagined, he breathed a sigh of relief and happily bounded outside, wagging his tail.

It's too cold at night.

He had to change his online time back.

Apart from Light Chu and Trash-kun, no one else seemed to be in a hurry. Instead, they were looking forward to the upcoming winter.

Especially the gamers from the south in the reality, they rarely get a chance to see heavy snowfall.

In this wasteland, it was already snowing in September. If they waited for another ten days or so, there would probably be a heavy snowfall.

Passing through the walls of the outpost base, Light Chu surveyed his territory while silently considering which area to enclose next.

Should it be to the north or to the south?

This question was worth pondering.

At this moment, as he approached the gate, he noticed two young gamers busy building a wooden frame in front of the northern gate.

Looking at its shape...

It somewhat resembled the gallows at the entrance of Brown's farm?

"...What are you guys doing?"

Seeing the governor, the two gamers immediately stopped their work and looked at him excitedly.

Toilet_diving_Yasuo_player: "Respected Governor, we are building a gallows!"

Light Chu: "...A gallows? Why are you making that thing?"

Beriberi_fetish_Draven: "It's looking more wasteland! And also more punk!"

Toilet_diving_Yasuo_player: "Exactly, and it's practical too! If anyone violates the laws of the sanctuary, we can hang them up there! Hehe."

Light Chu: "..."

Okay.

But it's unnecessary.

Apart from these two idiots, the other gamers seemed quite normal. They were either busy with missions or doing labor like chopping trees and moving bricks.

The outpost base was in its early stages of development, lacking everything except for work. There was no need to worry about gamers not finding something to do.

Occasionally, there would be one or two slacking off, but let them be.

The art of management lies not in micromanagement, but in controlling the overall direction strategically. As long as the gamers, as a whole, are diligent, that's enough.

Unless someone doesn't log in for a long time, he might pay attention to them. If it's confirmed that they're AFK, he will give their spot to someone else.

As for how the system retrieves the helmets and how they are distributed, whether it will cause any trouble, that's not his concern.

If it can be done, there must be reasons behind it. When the clues are sufficient, they will naturally know.

Baseless "infinite suspicion" is meaningless. Although scientific thinking emphasizes "doubt, including self-doubt," it also emphasizes the need for evidence and not mistaking speculation for truth.

So why bother with so many "parallel world" things?

And there's no going back.

Arriving in front of the carpenter's hut, Light Chu counted the equipment on the shelves.

Up until now, Mosquito Bro had made 15 wooden bows and hundreds of arrows. His crafting skills were becoming more proficient.

Not only that, Light Chu discovered that this guy was truly talented. Not only did he have innovative ideas, but he also applied his knowledge to his work.

For example, in terms of arrows alone, he designed two different types of arrowheads.

One utilized the principle of thermal expansion and contraction. After heating the arrowhead and inserting it into a wooden shaft with a fixed groove, the arrowhead would firmly bond with the arrow shaft after naturally cooling down. This type of arrow could be reused many times until the arrowhead was completely worn out.

The other type involved mixing resin with animal fat to directly adhere rusty iron pieces onto the arrow shaft.

Although this type of arrow was disposable and had less penetrating power, as long as it hit its target effectively, the rusty iron arrowhead would remain in the opponent's body, causing continuous damage.

Even if they didn't lose their mobility on the spot, there was a high probability of dying from tetanus or other infections after a few days.

"My Governor? I was just about to find you," Mosquito exclaimed as he saw Light Chu appear at the door, putting down his tools and standing up from his chair.

Light Chu looked at him and said, "I'm just here for a casual visit. Do you have something to report to me?"

"I've made the gunpowder you instructed me to make!" Mosquito said, excitedly flipping a can of black powder in a glass bottle from the shelf and handing it to Light Chu. The latter instinctively took a step back, almost kicking this guy offline using his authority.

"It's fine, there's no open flame here. It's very safe! Hehe," Mosquito chuckled.

"I used a formula I found online and used 74.6% potassium nitrate. According to this ratio, the gunpowder can burn most efficiently!"

As before, Light Chu ignored the mentions of out-of-game content in the gamers' conversation and carefully examined the glass bottle before nodding.

"Very well done... Have you tested it?"

"I can demonstrate it to you right now! Please follow me!"

With that, Mosquito led the governor outside the carpenter's hut and took out a small glass bottle with a capacity of approximately 150ml from his pocket. It was filled with gunpowder, and a cotton wick was inserted into the bottle's mouth, sealed with animal fat.

He jogged a short distance and placed the glass bottle next to a tree. He lit the cotton wick with a match and then ran away.

As the wick burned down, there was a thunderous explosion, and the glass bottle burst violently, causing the surface of the tree trunk to crack and tilt dangerously.

Many gamers nearby who were chopping trees were startled by the sound and rushed over to see what happened.

"Damn! This guy is amazing!"

"He actually made TNT?"

"What TNT? You can tell from the smoke that it's clearly black powder. But it's still impressive! We all know the formula, but the raw materials are hard to come by."

"Awesome brother!"

Clearly hearing the praise from the other gamers, Mosquito looked excitedly at the governor, his face glowing with excitement.

"How was it?"

Light Chu's face also showed surprise.

This...

Isn't this gamer too jailable?

What does a wood carpenter know so much for?

"...Very good, your performance exceeded my expectations. Although the smoke produced was a bit excessive, and the explosive power still needs improvement, these are not major issues. I will report your merits to the organization, and you will receive a reward of 500 contribution points."

"Additionally, you can try to develop smokeless powder, such as nitrocellulose and so on. If you can succeed, the sanctuary will reward you with 1000 contribution points, and I will also have new tasks for you."

New tasks?

The expression on Mosquito's face instantly became excited.

Does this mean a hidden quest?

Even without a hidden quest, it didn't matter. The reward of 1000 contribution points was already enticing enough.

Since the alpha 0.3 version, the income of contribution points had been reduced, with daily active tasks yielding only around 160 contribution points, and the contribution from labor was also around this number. 1000 contribution points were already excellent.

Although he had already become a citizen, who would mind having more contribution points? Obtaining them would only become more difficult in the future.

He remembered that the planners had mentioned on the official website that there would be identity levels above citizens in the future, and at that time, more land could be purchased.

Mosquito's eyes were full of anticipation as he looked at Light Chu.

"My Governor, rest assured, I won't let you down! I'll work hard to develop smokeless powder once I have nitro- and sulfuric acid!"

"Very well, I look forward to your progress. Return to your work for now."

Light Chu nodded in satisfaction and ordered Mosquito to return to his carpenter's workshop. He then continued his inspection, heading toward the vicinity of the blast furnace.

For the convenience of transportation, the charcoal-burning earth kiln and cement kiln were built nearby, forming a row that had almost become an established industrial zone.

The flames of the furnace were constantly burning, and the temperature around it was two degrees higher than other areas.

Since the improvement in the steelmaking process by "Beriberi_fetish_Draven" and "Toilet_diving_Yasuo_player," the carbon chamber and molten iron chamber had been separated. Incomplete combustion of carbon monoxide was used to reduce iron oxide, instead of directly using charcoal for reduction.

As a result, the carbon content in the steel scrap used as raw material during the smelting process would not increase too much. It was no longer necessary to repeatedly forge, hammer, quench, and de-carbonize to produce steel, as in the past.

Although it was impossible to restore the material to its state from two hundred years ago, the overall strength of the material was definitely stronger than that produced by smelting raw ore.

After all, the rare metals originally mixed in the steel would not disappear out of thin air. There would still be some left.

Experience was always gradually accumulated.

Looking at the enthusiastic gamers, Light Chu also felt emotional.

Just a few days ago, the tools at the outpost base still had to be imported from the nearby Brown's farm, requiring the exchange of animal fur.

But now, gamers not only learned to recycle metal scraps for smelting but also began to produce the tools they needed themselves.

The carpenter's hut solved the immediate needs.

But this place was where true miracles could be nurtured.

"The production efficiency of these makeshift kilns is still somewhat behind. Expanding the facilities requires more building materials and tools. To achieve this, a portion of the gamers must directly or indirectly control the means of production, allowing them to unleash their initiative and creativity to improve production."

"Let me think... In future versions, we can designate this area as an industrial zone, clearly defining land use and allowing gamers who have reached the citizen level to rent land here and set up workshops for light industrial processing. This way, they will directly control a portion of the means of production."

"As for steelmaking and cement production, which have large output, high initial investment, and unstable returns, we can establish a 'public' steel mill and cement plant. Through 'hidden tasks,' we can appoint capable professional players to serve as plant managers, overseeing and planning production, indirectly controlling the means of production."

"As for balancing... we can solve it through taxation and land rent settings."

"After all, it was thought up by the gamers themselves."

Light Chu pondered in his mind, stroking his chin.

As a qualified game planner, the first and foremost duty was to understand what the current version needed.

For example, if everyone can't secure an ADC position, then we can enhance the ADC role. If everyone runs to be a shooter, we can either nerf the father or enhance the jungle role.

The biggest difference between the game and reality is that implementing reforms and adjusting policies in reality comes with costs.

But in the game, balancing adjustments may lead to gamers cursing the dog planners, but as long as the game is still playable, in the end, they will do whatever they need to do.

"My Governor!"

Hearing someone calling his name, Light Chu stopped and turned around to see a gamer with a bow and arrow running towards him, panting.

"What's the matter?"

"On the north side of the outpost base, near the overpass, two people have arrived. They are leading a cattle with two heads! The person in the front looks familiar, resembling the one who came here before!"

The gamer supported his knees with his hands, reporting the situation intermittently.

A cattle with two heads?

Could it be the merchant came from Redstream?

So soon?

Light Chu was slightly surprised in his heart, but his face remained calm as he ordered the gamer.

"Take me there."

"Yes!"