Surviving The Fourth Calamity

10: Chapter 10 Players Still Have to Fight 10: Chapter 10 Players Still Have to Fight After watching for several days, Hill thought this was also why William always assigned tasks to Baldy and his group; the two sides really didn’t get along.

Baldy’s group aimed to be the first, and although they barged in, they took the assignment and left.

The Doomsday side, however, ideally wanted all 10 tasks for themselves.

Hill looked down and saw that today the Doomsday group finally blocked Baldy’s group, and the result was a beating.

Yes, they were physically beaten up.

It appeared they still could not cast spells at each other in hatred, so the only methods available were kicks and punches.

But sarcastic jibes are no match for bullish men; the Doomsday group got pummeled on the ground, and that Baldy loli even straddled Qingyuan’s head and slapped him repeatedly.

Hill was breathless.

Hill turned to see a Female Priest called A Deer secretly squeezing through the crowd, using the Priest Hammer to hit a head on the ground.

Qingyuan shouted, “Wait for the public trial!

Our large troops will come then!

Perfect Bald!

By then, you won’t be able to leave the newbie village!”

Next to Baldy, someone called Luo Sanquan copied Qingyuan’s tone and said, “Wait for the public trial!

We will have our people then!

The Doomsday’s!

By then, you won’t be able to leave the newbie village.”

People were laughing and pointing around; some even muttered about the presence of such idiots these days.

The Doomsday group could take a lot of insults; they didn’t even leave.

But while they were fighting, a group of individual players had already surrounded the gates of the Lord’s Mansion.

Baldy shouted, “Oh no, it’s too late!” and holding Liu Liu, the two of them with their short legs plunged into the crowd; the individual players clearly let these two in, while others stood guarding the Doomsday people, planning to block them until the end.

Hill saw William standing inside the tightly shut gates laughing, a schadenfreude that radiated from within which Hill quite agreed with.

But observing William during this period, Hill figured out that the system capable of summoning players was the real deal; William’s behavior was clearly restricted.

Yet, the system itself must also have many restrictions since this continent gave it a chance, Hill thought that the God of Time and Space might truly be a newly born deity, although it was unclear whether he was from this world or not—such a method to summon players wasn’t something just anyone could think of.

The behind-the-scenes Main God model is something people from Hill’s world are too familiar with.

While William was in the Lord’s Mansion, Hill didn’t look carefully.

A Sky Knight wouldn’t be unaware of being observed for a long time.

But Hill also felt that the people around William were quite proud to have gained God’s favor; they were reserved when issuing ordinary tasks to players, unfazed by the players all being Professionals, suggesting William had given them ample confidence.

Also, facing the players, William’s subordinates didn’t react much.

Hill could guess some of the players’ dialogues were blocked, but such censorship is not difficult to break for those who know the truth and are resolute.

The players often held a small tablet imbued with faint divine power; every time they turned it on, they muttered thanks to the great God of Time and Space.

This kind of casual faith was sufficient for a newly born deity.

With these players around, there would definitely be many people mentioning the God of Time and Space, whether in fear or fondness, people acknowledged His existence.

Hill believed when this Emperor raised the Divine Throne into the starry sky, his divine power would definitely not be low.

There was no need to continue watching William’s side.

Hill decided to check out the player’s camp.

Although he had prepared himself mentally, landing next to that small camp in the mountains, Hill was still taken aback: What on earth is all this!

The camp contained houses crooked and askew, which could perhaps be called shacks?

Some houses trembled slightly even in the gentle breeze, and Hill thought, wasn’t William supposed to have them help the commoners build houses?

Could they really with such skills?

There were indeed Mages, as Hill also saw several four-walled, windowless earth houses made from Earth Magic, with doors seemingly smashed out afterward and in strange shapes.

But possibly due to insufficient control over their mana, the four walls could still be uneven, and even one house had such large gaps between the walls that the owner covered the other three gaps with wooden planks and used the largest gap as a door.

Hill looked down at these houses, knowing to cover the chaotic wooden roofs with large leaves, showing some sense.

Or maybe it was just because they got drenched during a rainstorm, and the houses got waterlogged, so they found a quick fix?

It seemed there were few Mages among the players, likely because they hadn’t yet grasped the learning method for Mages.

Or perhaps these players all rushed to learn the more damaging Fire Element Spells?

The Five Fireballs Sect was always sacred and unfailing in his world, probably similar here.

But Hill believed that once they learned the mental modeling needed for Mages, many would choose the Mage profession.

The foundation of technology is mathematics, and in a technological society, there wouldn’t be a shortage of people who could flexibly use calculus.

Hill found learning Earth Magic incredibly easy, as he was accustomed to visualizing the structure of a building in his mind, even when using computer-aided design—he would mentally construct it to see how his own designs differed from the computer’s.

By the age of 40, Hill was already a senior associate, earnestly striving to become a full senior when disaster struck, throwing everything into chaos.

Some players were still in the camp, seemingly gathering resources.

Hill heard them cursing the planners for their lack of humanity, as they had to figure out how to process the herbs themselves.

Hill saw a demonstration video on their tablets, and the players had to stir the herbs in rhythm with the video.

If their attention faltered, the herbs would burst and spoil.

It seemed the deity wasn’t interested in offering life skills, so players had to rely on self-learning.

The only help the system seemed to provide was Appraisal Magic.

But for the natives, this educational knowledge was precious enough.

This deity did seem generous.

“This is so much fun!” Hill thought silently.

“I want to play too!” Building the houses he imagined in his mind without any reservations had been Hill’s greatest fantasy during his teenage years, but reality had taught him that back then, he couldn’t even afford Lego.

Although he later achieved success, he still remembered walking into the Lego store and finding the model he wanted was too high-end, and his New Year’s money couldn’t even cover a fraction of the cost, which was disheartening.

Hill had once thought about building a fantasy town in his own territory, a small city made entirely with magic, independent of any physical structure.

Unfortunately, now it was all just a dream.

Hill couldn’t have lived William’s kind of life for even a single day.

Lost in his thoughts, Hill was startled by a loud boom.

He looked down to see a relatively large house suddenly collapse.

He took a closer look: it was the work of Baldy.

It seemed his group had finished their task and were heading home.

As they passed by the house, Baldy jumped up and kicked it a few times.

Hill guessed it was a Last-Era Clan house.

Unfortunately, this clan was unpredictable; such a large pure wooden house with no foundation or beams, built like a cottage, yet three times larger than other houses.

When Hill had first arrived, he had noticed this shoddy construction swaying in the wind.

Situated at the mouth of a valley, it was located in perhaps the windiest spot.

As Baldy and his group passed by, probably recalled some grievance and kicked it a few times, not expecting it to exceed its limits and collapse.

Hill heard Baldy’s friends burst into laughter, “Impressive!

The incredibly strong lolita!

Demolition expert, little Baldy!”

The people from the Last-Era who were left behind crawled out of the house and started sending messages from their tablets.

Baldy, clutching his ponytail, lamented, “Oh dear!

This is definitely going to create a deep grudge!”

A character named Magic Sword told him, “The Last-Era Clan is famously narrow-minded.

Today, you made their leader sit on his ass and slap his own face, and you still think you haven’t thoroughly offended them?

I’m waiting to log off, call some people, and jump into the official release together!”

Liu Liu said, “Oh come on!

Stop playing innocent!

This game’s definitely going to be popular, just call everyone over, and it’ll be fine.”

Perfect Bald said dejectedly, “Am I afraid of fighting?

I’m afraid they’ll go on the forum and ridicule me for ruining a house with one kick!

I’ll die of embarrassment!”

Suddenly, A Deer started laughing, “Master rode on some guy’s neck fighting this morning, and tonight he’s kicking down houses!

What kind of enmity is this!” She turned to Liu Liu and said, “Shouldn’t the master’s wife pay some attention to his mental health?

Playing the lolita character too much, caring excessively for other men is the end of him!”

Luo Sanquan added, “The feud between Perfect Bald and End of the World Romance began with a house kicked down by a single foot!”

Liu Liu rolled her eyes, “Whatever.

You flirting with men doesn’t bother me!” The others burst into laughter.

Baldy could only keep silent and accept the teasing; he had already seen quite a few individual players recording.

From now on, he would be the man with a hot topic on the forums!

They didn’t have to wait long before a group from the Last-Era rushed back.

As soon as End of the World Romance arrived, he cursed, “Perfect Bald!

Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

Baldy replied in a cutesy tone, “Sorry~ I didn’t mean to~ Just touched it lightly and down went the house~~”

The silent scene spoke volumes of everyone’s discomfort.

Not just the people from the Last-Era but even his own friends were sweating bullets.

End of the World Romance couldn’t respond for a long time.

Baldy wasn’t using his altered voice as used for William’s missions; it was his rough manly voice but cutesy.

Seeing no one responding, Perfect Bald continued, “Oh dear!

You don’t want me to compensate, huh~ You’re such a nice person~ We’ll be going then~”

With that, he ran off dragging Liu Liu along, and the rest quickly followed.

Panting heavily, End of the World Romance groaned a few times and then started cursing loudly, only to be silenced by the system soon after, venting his frustration by logging off.

The remaining people glanced at each other, not wanting to speak, and began cleaning up the house.