Chapter 251 I Picked Up Trash on the Battlefield of National Fortune 7
Dragon Kingdom, the highest command center.
On the huge screen, various data from the national destiny battlefield are being updated in real time.
"Report! Three mineral resources have been confirmed: a large rare earth deposit, a high-purity titanium metal deposit, and a super-large methane hydrate deposit!"
"Report! Agricultural departments across the country report that the growth rate of major crops has increased significantly, and the summer grain yield is expected to increase by at least 50%!"
"Report! National physical fitness monitoring data shows that the national average physical fitness index increased by 20.1% within twenty minutes!"
A series of exciting news filled the entire command center with an irrepressible joy.
"Good! Excellent!" An elderly general with gray hair slammed his hand on the table, his eyes slightly moist. "Our children risked their lives to get this back for us!"
"Have you come up with any analysis results regarding that mysterious NPC-0714?" The old man sitting in the main seat had a calm gaze; he was more concerned about the hidden variables behind it.
A data analyst immediately stood up and reported: "Reporting to the leader, based on the accounts of Lin Feng's team and player Su Xiaoxiao during the live broadcast, we have made a preliminary model of this NPC's behavior pattern."
"The conclusion is that its behavior logic is highly consistent, only reacting to 'contaminants' and damaged equipment on the battlefield, and 'ignoring' everything else, including the player."
“Ignore?” the old man repeated the word.
"Yes, it's like a pre-programmed program. The player isn't on its 'judgment list,' so it ignores Su Xiaoxiao being hunted down and Lin Feng's team taking its tools. All its actions revolve around the two core commands of 'cleaning up contaminants' and 'cleaning up the battlefield.'"
Another strategy expert added, "This might explain why it objectively helps our players, because the players happen to lure the monsters into its 'work area,' and its 'cleaning' action ends up being an aid to our players."
"As for why it chased after the 'Shadow,' our guess is that the 'Shadow' escaped its designated cleanup area, triggering its mission pursuit mechanism."
"So, this is a 'program' that can be used but not communicated?" the old man concluded.
"That's how it is at the moment."
The old man nodded, tapping his fingers lightly on the table: "Tell our country's players this prediction through the communication channels of the National Destiny Battlefield."
"But we only have one last chance to contact each other this month. Should we consider it further and then let you know?"
"The sooner everyone knows, the greater their chance of survival!"
"yes!"
...
In the abandoned city, Zhou Jue had just picked up the last piece of charred metal and thrown it into the recycling bin.
[Recycling successful, points +2.]
The points balance on the wristband screen eventually stopped at 488 points.
She pushed her half-empty cart, stood amidst the ruins, looked at the gray sky, and pondered her next move.
The situation is clear: she is trapped in this "battlefield," spending her days picking up trash and spraying monsters like a sanitation worker.
Those "players," however, can enter a place called "Player Town" to rest, communicate, and obtain supplies.
Information asymmetry is the biggest disadvantage.
"Brother Tongzi, is there any way to sneak into that player town?"
The system did not respond, presumably still engaged in a battle of wits with its "former colleagues".
It's better to rely on yourself than on others.
Zhou Jue's gaze fell on the black bracelet on his wrist. This thing was not only an identity marker, but also a mission terminal and a storage function. It seemed to have high permissions. Was it possible to find a breakthrough from it?
Just as she was pondering this, the bracelet suddenly vibrated slightly.
The screen automatically lit up, and a new message appeared.
[Daytime mission complete. NPC-0714 is now in standby mode.]
The next second, Zhou Jue was teleported back to her cabin.
Zhou Jue raised his hand to learn more about the bracelet, only to notice a chat bubble-like icon that he had never seen before, which was flashing faintly in the lower right corner of the screen.
A thought struck her, and she reached out her finger and tentatively tapped the icon.
A brand new interface popped up instantly.
[First Battlefield Employee Internal Communication Forum]
Zhou Jue's eyes slowly widened.
Employees? Internal? Discussion forum?
She looked at the large characters and then at the "NPC-0714" printed on her chest. An absurd yet reasonable guess came to mind.
Could it be that... NPCs also have their own "company intranet"?
With a strange sense of wanting to peek into the backstage of the world, she clicked on it.
The forum interface was simple, but the content inside opened Zhou Jue's eyes. The dense posts flooded his eyes like a tide.
[Hot Post]: What kind of trouble did the players cause today? A dedicated thread for venting!
[Hot Topic]: "[Poll] Which country's players do you hate the most?"
[Technical Exchange]: Several Tips on Adjusting the Concentration of 'Purifying Agent' – Personally Tested and Effective!
[Bounty]: "Has anyone found my spare hammer? Blacksmith - Apprentice 09 is waiting online, urgent!"
Zhou Jue felt that his worldview was being shattered and then rebuilt, one blow at a time.
She always thought NPCs were just a bunch of emotionless code, but she never expected that they would go online and chat on forums after get off work, posting and complaining!
She suppressed her shock and clicked on the most popular thread of complaints.
[Original Poster] Blacksmith Shop - Apprentice 09: "Let's start a thread, brothers. I'm so angry today, I have to vent! A player from China brought me a broken 'Energy Blade' for repair. I already quoted the lowest price, but he still wanted to haggle! He said we were 'fellow countrymen' and asked me to give him the cost price! I'm just a worker, where would I get the cost price?!"
[1st Floor] Tavern Owner-03: "Haha, bro, that's nothing. I just got a complaint from a player from the White Eagle Federation. He said the ale I sell tastes like horse piss! Hey, why doesn't he try the 'Flaming Vodka' that the Polar Bear table next door ordered? One sip and he'll see his grandma!"
[2nd Floor] Equipment Shop Owner-17: "Chinese players are shrewd and calculating, but they're quick to buy things. If they see something they like, they'll just pay up. Those bald eagles are all rich and powerful, but also arrogant. Buying something from them is like giving you charity. The most annoying ones are the Japanese. They're all bowing and scraping, so polite, but when you buy the cheapest healing potion, they still have to ask for the recipe! And they even talk about technical exchange! Bah! I've never seen such shameless people!"
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