Chapter 220: Rose Factory

No Man's Land.

No Man's Land players coming out of the Den exit gradually gathered here.

Wearily, curiously, they looked up at the pure white zone that had once trapped them, and the unending emptiness gave the disengaged men an afterthought.

And this originally cold territory is now crowded with all sorts of people anxious to find it.

One by one, they move down the obsolete TVs, nervously charging and tapping, staring at the snowy screens of the small TVs, letting out a breath as soon as the screens go out, and turning toward the exit to yell, "Wang Shun, one of the small TVs over here has gone out!"

"There's one over here too!"

"Brother Wang, three over here!"

Wang Shun, standing in the doorway, holds a thick virtual notepad, on which a pen flying through the records creates almost invisible sparks of data.

After logging almost a hundred little extinguished televisions, Wang Shun turned to a couple of the members guarding him and tore off the data from his notepad and handed it to them, his eyes clear with instruction:

"According to my calculations, this batch of small TVs rising from no-man's-land should be concentrated in the multi-player or single-player zones, as well as the fringe area of the central hall, so go there and see if there are any Bai Liu's small TVs in here."

The men received their stripes, nodded their heads once, turned and ran toward the area Wang Shun had told them about.

At this point, the last group of people who had gone around the precinct to check for Bai Liu on the small TVs returned, panting and shaking their heads at Wang Shun:

"Brother Wang, there's no Bai Liu in this batch of small TVs."

Wang Shun A moment of unconcealed disappointment appeared on his face, but in the next second he resumed his usual demeanor and waved them to sit down, "Normal, why don't you guys take a break and get ready for the next batch of rotations."

Everyone in the scene is organized and well structured, like a fast moving assembly line.

The No Man's Land players who had just stepped out of the boarding gate and returned to the area looked almost dumbfounded.

In front of a mountain of TVs that is so long that it makes you want to quit, these ordinary players who move old TVs little by little give them the feeling of having witnessed the removal of a mountain by a foolish man.

That's how they were fished out of that place of despair.

--It's just to save a guy named Bai Liu.

This man, Bai Liu, is trapped in this no man's land, just like them.

But he didn't give up on himself, and these people who saved him were convinced that he wouldn't give up - hence the scene.

That's why those of them who have been trapped for so long and are so desperate that they are about to give up struggling have the chance to wait until the day they see the light of day again.

A sense of power [It's like I can change reality too] filled the hearts of these No Man's Land players who were originally empty inside.

They clenched their fists and finally, unable to hold back their stirring emotions, stepped forward and walked in front of Wang Shun, who was obviously the councilor, and carefully, sincerely requested, "Excuse me, can we also join the team looking for Bai Liu?"

"We were saved because of him, and we want to do something for him."

Wang Shun glanced back at Mu Ke, who stood watching the situation.

Mu Ke came forward with a smile on his face and held the men's backs pushing them inward, turning to them sideways and saying, "Of course it is possible, we are in need of you to help us ......"

"...... But we don't have many points, we don't know what we can do to help ......" someone added in a small, blushing voice, " ...... Besides the ones from the game pass, it's the ones you guys mistakenly charged us when you fished out Bai Liu ......"

The smile on Mu Ke's face deepened and softened, "How can it be considered mischarging, your presence has expanded the value of these points a hundredfold."

"The fact that you guys made it out of the game alive and showed up to help Bai Liu, that's the most important thing we wanted to see when we charged down those points."

"You guys can help them like favorites for each little TV ...... This will help us a lot ......"

Wang Shun breathed a sigh of relief as he watched these players being guided by Mu Ke, and he turned back to Charles who was watching the show with great interest, "You're just waiting for these surviving No Man's Land players to come back, aren't you - the members are almost full of favorites, and if no one comes over to help out with the favorites, it's going to take a bigger charge to keep fishing for people."

"That's right, they are bound to come back, otherwise how did Paradise □□□ come about?" Charles raises an eyebrow and smiles back as he looks to the backs of these No Man's Land players, "Those who have experienced large-scale disasters will have a stronger empathy and desire to help those who share the same experience, which makes them easier to rally around."

"Especially if they've just gotten out of danger and have learned that the person who rescued them is stuck in a similar situation." Wang Shun holds his forehead and sighs, "The intense feeling of powerlessness will force them to act, to go from being a weak and powerless person to being extremely combative - they'll see Bai Liu as part of the derivation of their identity and protect him with everything they've got."

"The feelings they developed towards Bai Liu should be even stronger than towards me, the person who paid out money to save them." Saying this, Charles was not at all annoyed, but instead added with a smile on his face:

"If the rescue is successful, they will relive the whole process of being rescued on Bai Liu, and feel their own sense of power against fate, and Bai Liu will then completely become their spiritual symbol."

"They will be Bai Liu's most loyal members."

"You're using to manipulate their feelings." Wang Shun wrinkled his nose in discomfort.

Charles spread his hands indifferently, "-by getting them out, I'm sure that even if I told them why I did it, they wouldn't be repulsed by it, and it wouldn't affect their feelings for Bai Liu."

"They are actively trying to follow Bai Liu, it's their choice."

Charles shrugged, "Of course I think it's the best thing for them as well - Bai Liu at least it won't be an easy death for them."

Wang Shun's shoulders slumped weakly.

He didn't like the way it was going, but Charles did have a point.

-- In this cruel game, it's probably the best thing to do for these ordinary people who can still generate goodwill.

It's like Wang Shun's own choice - to follow Bai Liu.

In-Game.

Bai Liu holds up a pair of scissors as he walks onto the stage for the ribbon cutting ceremony for the new factory.

Liu Jiayi on stage applauded as he couldn't help but sneakily spit it out with Tang Er next to him, "Don't you think that Bai Liu is like a construction leader in the later stages of this game, running factories and making speeches all day long?"

"Is there something wrong with this being in a horror game?"

"...... He wants to pass the game." Tang Er hit involuntarily in Bai Liu's defense, "It would take at least six factories to get everyone to pass."

Except for Tang Er and Liu Jiayi, who were whispering, the rest of the people on stage were applauding vigorously, their eyes glowing as they watched Bai Liu, who was dressed in a suit, on stage.

They were all stragglers in the beginning, now healed from the rose perfume.

Bai Liu stood on the stage, adjusted the microphone with his hand, raised his eyes to look down at the people on the stage, cleared his throat, and said in an unhurried, deep voice:

"As the golden fall brings us the fragrance of laurel, on the occasion of the landing of the sixth Thorn Factory, we gather together to celebrate the fruits of our hard work ......"

"Ah! What a joyous thing this is!"

Liu Jiayi : "Pfft--!!!"

Tang Er typed: "......"

Liu Jiayi couldn't stand it any longer: "Bai Liu, can this guy change his speech! Where the hell did he get off copying it! It's been said six times already, doesn't he feel embarrassed himself?

Bai Liu, who doesn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed, doesn't move as if it were a mountain, and reads the opening statement he plagiarized word for word from his boss, spitting it out clearly:

"...... Although we come from all corners of the world, here and now, we are one family that loves each other ......"

Liu Jiayi held his head and screamed, "Make him stop!"

Meanwhile, No Man's Land.

Exhausted from digging, the members look back at the "TV mountain range" behind them, marveling at how much they've already turned over, but then turn their heads back to the deepest sense of powerlessness - why there's so much more.

Wang Shun remembers being dizzy, he can't remember how long he's been working and almost fainted.

Eventually Wang Shun realized that he should take a break after Charles reminded him that he should take a break, and he found a member who is more sensitive to numbers to replace him.

Without Wang Shun, their work efficiency dropped further.

Mu Ke was tautly maneuvering the situation, Mu Sicheng had joined the rotation, and Charles, propped up on his civilized staff, stood in front of the King's Guild members who had stayed behind, and he raised his hand and yawned-- Heart had taken Titan with him, and Charles had only had to put up a front to keep watch, which he was kind of the easiest.

Mu Sicheng runs back and forth between the various divisions of Jr. TV, and his high movement speed allows him to take down a rotating team all by himself, bringing more people into the search for Bai Liu.

Between rotations, Mu Sicheng gulps down a bottle of energy restorer and sits with his legs bent over a small television, head down, catching his breath.

Mu Ke suddenly sat down next to him, also drinking stamina restorers.

"Did you think about abandoning Bai Liu the moment he fell into no man's land?" Mu Ke's voice was a little cold, he didn't look at Mu Sicheng, but Mu Sicheng knew he was talking to himself.

Mu Sicheng tilted his head back and drank another bottle of stamina restorer, which he did not deny.

After a moment of silence, Mu Sicheng opened his mouth with a rare calmness, "I think Bai Liu, this guy, might be safer staying in no man's land."

Mu Ke's voice got colder, "There's no need to make giving up sound so good."

After saying that, he stood up and was about to leave.

"What, are you so sensitive about giving up?" Mu Sicheng glanced askance at Mu Ke's back, "Who have you been given up by? A brother? Girlfriend? Parents?"

When he said [Parents], Mu Ke's back paused for a moment, and his hand that was squeezing the bottle of Stamina Restorer clenched violently.

Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows imploringly, "My advice to you is that you'd better reduce the amount of feelings you project on Bai Liu, and don't really think of him as an object of your [parents'] empathy anymore."

He braced himself on his knees and stood up, crumpling up the empty bottle of stamina restorer he'd drank beside his hand and tossing it in a sort of shooting position into the trash can in front of Mu Ke.

Mu Ke remains motionless.

Mu Sicheng walks past him with his pockets in his eyes.

"This guy plays so crazy that he gets targeted by everyone when he stays out there, and it's a thankless task for you to rush up so much to be his son." Mu Sicheng snorted and said, "He's fit for crazier pups."

Mu Ke's head is bowed, unreadable, and the empty bottle clutched in his hand has been twisted into a coiled mass of plastic.

Within seconds of the standoff between these two, a member came running back panting and sweating, coming up for air and dropping to his knees to take a big breath, then screaming with all his strength:

"I-I saw Bai Liu's little TV!"

Both Mu Ke and Mu Sicheng's eyes jerked over.