NOVPUBChapter 655: Chapter 73: Useless People
Chapter 655 -73: Useless People
Mantou and Singo chatted casually as they walked towards the Imperial Office, with Mantou still carrying the head of a Frost Giant, ready to claim his reward.
However, the road ahead was crowded with people, players jostling each other, nearly blocking the road, causing many Sheriffs to come forward to maintain Order.
“Don’t push, I was here first!”
“Move aside, move aside!”
“Ah ah ah! I’ve saved up money for three months just for today!”
The clear yet slightly helpless voice of Miss Serpentfolk came from the speakers: “Citizens, please line up orderly and purchase one at a time!
Our store is an officially run Empire outlet, we have plenty of stock, so please don’t worry.”
“Oh oh oh oh!”
“Miss Serpentfolk, I love you! Let me ship out!”
However, her shouting was ineffective; the players became even more excited and burst into howls.
The scene grew even more chaotic, like a massive fan meet-up, blocking a lot of pedestrians.
“Citizens, please abide by the rules and regulations of the Empire!”
“Ah! Help! The Sheriff is hitting people!”
“It serves you right, you law-breaking troublemaker!”
It wasn’t until the Sheriffs picked up their batons and stepped forward to “educate” personally that the players started to line up obediently.
Yet by then, the scene was a complete mess, players continuously howling in distress, and onlookers discussing animatedly, faces full of disgust.
“Damn it, it’s these useless people again.”
“Make them move, I am in a hurry to verify an order.”
“What use are they to the development of the Empire? Such greed!”
“Yes, they don’t deserve to be in this holy city bathed in the light of the Great Red Dragon, they are a disgrace to Isdalia.”
The Imperial People’s remarks were merciless and particularly grating.
This group of “useless people” had a bad reputation in Isdalia; they were all Starfallen, didn’t need a place to live, just lay down on the spot, and greatly affected the city’s appearance.
Whenever there was a recruitment or task message, these Starfallen swarmed, always taking jobs from the local Isdalia citizens by working for much lower wages.
Moreover, these Starfallen were almost never tired, never resting, and their overwhelming numbers greatly impacted the lives of Isdalia citizens.
As a result, “expel the useless”, “cleanse Isdalia” banners were brought out by the angry citizens, leading to large-scale protests.
They even submitted a “expel the new Starfallen” proposal at the civic assembly, but after heated debates, the matter was hastily dismissed.
The “Starfallen issue” was not adequately resolved and only worsened.
Listening to the increasingly intense rhetoric of the crowd, Mantou, disguised as a local, felt somewhat uneasy, and quietly asked, “What’s this all about? Why are there so many new players gathered?”
Singo pointed towards a door sign engraved with the Ashes emblem: “Look, this is the second Empire official store opened in the city, selling ‘Cassius’ Divine Artifacts.’
Upon hearing “Cassius’ Divine Artifacts,” Mantou suddenly recalled some not-so-fond memories, his expression growing somber.
“Oh man…
Do people actually buy this crap?”
Singo smirked delightedly in schadenfreude: “Not only do people buy it, they even sold out. This box now might contain rare equipment; getting one could shoot one to the skies.
Apparently, many new players work day and night to save money, and as soon as they have enough, they come here to gamble with the boxes, but most lose their shirts.”
Mantou looked at the enthusiastic crowd and couldn’t help shaking his head: “Tsk tsk, poor newbies, haven’t been harshly treated by the game developers yet.”
“It’s starting, it’s starting!”
“This is otter bro’s seventh box, what a tycoon!”
The noisy voices from the players came from ahead, and even Mantou grew curious.
He climbed onto Noodle’s back and indeed saw the famous vlogger “Big Water Otter” surrounded by the crowd.
But at this moment, he was panting heavily, his face red, eyes staring intently at the box in front of him, showing an expression that Mantou found somewhat familiar.
Big Water Otter placed his hand on the last of the boxes, like a condemned prisoner heading to the gallows, slowly closing his eyes.
“The moment to witness a miracle has arrived!”
“Hahaha, Otter must definitely be a non-chief!”
The spectating players stirred again, cheering and yelling non-stop.
Big Water Otter exerted all his strength, suddenly lifted the metal box’s lid, and roared, “Damn you, game planners, give me the goods!”
“Whoosh——”
A blinding white light flickered, and a pair of gloves emitting a fishy stench quietly lay inside the box.
And Big Water Otter knelt on the ground, his eyes void, seemingly mumbling softly.
“I saved up three months’ worth of Gold Coins…”
[Kobolds’ Smelly Gloves]
“What? Is it actually the legendary non-chief set?”
“Deserving of my Otter bro, to draw such a collectible Divine Artifact!”
“Yeah, being able to draw white gear nowadays is kind of a miracle in itself!”
Another new player lost his dream.
Seeing this familiar scene, Mantou watching from atop the Wyvern couldn’t help but laugh out loud; then he sighed a bit pityingly, pretending to be profound:
“Later generations will lament but not learn, thus making subsequent generations lament as well! Alas, another heart-wrenching tale——”
Yet in his heart, he secretly thought: There’s some new material again!
