Matrix Survival: I Get A Random Chest Every Day

Chapter 630 478: The Legion from the Celestial Kingdom (4.2K)_2

"A big gift?"

Xiao looked puzzled, "What big gift?"

"Just watch," Li Zheng waved his hand and turned around, "Little Phoenix, buy the first 'Gold Panning', let's go!"

"Alright."

Phoenix Mountain, as the leader of the Lava Mountain Range site, managed most of the fishing catches. He took out the various types of fish corresponding to the points needed and handed them to Xiao to buy the Gold Panning Hook.

With Phoenix Mountain and Lu Li, Li Zheng didn't reunite with others but chose a random direction and gradually walked away.

During the journey, Phoenix Mountain hesitated several times before saying, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Li Zheng didn't stop walking, scanning around for a suitable spot, but he said, "Why not?"

"Your ability used here will certainly be absurdly powerful," Phoenix Mountain said, "If you can't control it well, it might easily involve players from other factions, and by then, you will probably offend many people..."

Li Zheng paused, looked in a direction where there was a volcano, surrounded by a circle of players averaging about five feet seven inches tall. He squinted his eyes, "That's why I'm looking for a suitable target."

"A suitable target..."

Phoenix Mountain's expression changed, following where he looked, Prelis' Eye quickly gave feedback, his face gradually turned excited, "If it's these people, I could apply more intensity!"

Li Zheng: "Hehehe..."

Lu Li: "Hehehe..."

Phoenix Mountain: "Hehehehe..."

The three guys, with the Prelis' Eye series of abilities, grinned widely, their expressions gradually becoming mischievous.

...

"Inoue-kun, we have enough points too, why don't we go buy a Flying Claw Machine?"

A player with a black mole on the corner of his mouth sat at the volcano mouth, holding a six-meter-long black fishing rod. His eyes, however, were not on his float but constantly glancing at another volcano mouth in the distance.

There, over three hundred white players gathered, bustling and lively.

In the crowd, dozens of players operated ten Flying Claws to catch fish in the magma, almost catching one every ten seconds.

Every time they caught a slightly higher-level fish catch, these white players erupted in intense cheers.

From their excited expressions, it was clear their gains were far more than those of these players fishing honestly with rods; some even put away the rods, set up campfires with materials in the middle of the crowd, displayed various foods, and kicked off a campfire party with singing and dancing, laughter and joy.

In contrast, here, over two hundred people held over two hundred fishing rods, fishing miserably, and everyone looked like they had lost their parents, pulling long faces.

"Look at those Germans, ever since they bought the Flying Claw Machines, their fish-catching efficiency has at least tripled!" the black-mole player said enviously.

Albeit the German players almost invested all early profit to purchase those ten Flying Claw Machines, given their current efficiency, it won't take long to break even, and the speed of earning points may far exceed the other factions at the Lava Mountain Range site in the future!

Saying they aren't envious is outright impossible.

Inoue was a middle-aged man in his forties, sitting at the volcano mouth, gripping the fishing rod with both hands, unsmiling, seemingly deaf to his companion's envious words, and only spoke after a moment, "Pingliu-kun, you know, our legion joined the event not to win the championship."

Inoue's voice was deep and hoarse, steady and unfazed.

"I know, all profits are turned over to headquarters." Pingliu seemed accustomed to Inoue's response, "But have you considered that if we divert part of it to buy the Flying Claw, the speed of earning points next might be faster than fishing like this?"

"The headquarters' goal is enough points, and buying the Flying Claw is to obtain points faster. So if we divert a bit, the headquarters wouldn't blame us after the fact; instead, they might reward us?"

Inoue's expression changed; it was evident he was tempted.

He actually understood the logic too.

But the headquarters ordered them to turn in their harvest every half an hour.

The first submission was just a few minutes ago...

From the time of submitting till now, they've only accumulated less than two thousand points, not even enough to buy two Flying Claws.

Two Flying Claws, how much improvement could they bring in returns?

With bad luck, they might not even break even in half an hour.

Conversely, after buying the Flying Claws, merely the manpower needed to operate the machines required six people.

And six people fishing with rods for half an hour, each would yield at least several dozen points' worth of returns.

He had already sent someone to report the presence of Flying Claw machines at the Lava Mountain Range, but the person hasn't returned, so he naturally wouldn't dare to decide privately.

Sometimes Inoue wondered, despite not being promoted within headquarters several times, and this time becoming a mere tool, creating a small legion to do hard labor for them, stripping away any dignity.

Instead of serving others constantly, why not establish his own domain?

But thinking of the headquarters' military strength, he had no choice but to extinguish this thought.

If he dared set up independently, the headquarters would dare send people to annihilate him.

Apart from the two big legions, High Celestial Plain and Creation, other small legions in the Mud Furnace player group survived interdependently with the two giants.

Ultimately, it is because he is too weak. If he had that kind of power, like that person from China, would the headquarters still ignore him?

Inoue thought of that player from the mighty country, feeling both envy and resentment.

Envious of the other's luck to get an opportunity at the start of the Matrix Game to quickly lay a foundation and enhance strength.

Resentful of his own shortcomings, when others were determinedly exploring, he was cowering in the first starting room, living off begging and enduring hunger.

Had it not been for the unbearable circumstances forcing him to leave and explore, he might have died in the terminal's first cleanup list.

Whenever he thought of those miserable days, Inoue's mood became complex.

In that country's language, perhaps this is what is called "same people, different fate"...

Others have become the head of the First Legion, while he remains a subordinate, doing hard labor for others.

Truly envious of the players from that country!

Impressions had it, Kunlun and Nine Heavens, though vast, never heard of them squeezing their compatriots.

"Inoue-kun? Are you listening to me?" The black-mole player noticed Inoue's gaze gradually unfocused, clearly distracted.

"Hmm."

Inoue snapped back to reality, glanced at the floating buoy on the magma, no movement at all, "Hmm, I've already reported the situation to headquarters, once they notify us, we can purchase the Flying Claw."

"How long until that?"

The black-mole player seemed very dissatisfied with headquarters, yet dared not show it visibly, opening his mouth several times, wanting to say something before reluctantly closing it.

He didn't dare speak insubordinate words publicly, otherwise, if overheard, he might suffer some punishment.

Near him, no fewer than ten people disappeared without a trace after speaking ill of headquarters.

"Just wait."

Inoue also felt helpless, not understanding why the developments diverged so significantly for countries living on the same planet after entering unfamiliar environments.

Truly envious of those born in that country...

Inoue sighed in his heart.

"Sorry to interrupt you two, are you Inoue Daitake and Pingliu Qianfeng of the Susa Legion?"

At this moment, a deliberately lowered unfamiliar voice speaking fluent Mud Furnace language suddenly sounded behind them.

Both turned simultaneously, only to see a mysterious figure wearing a gray-white smiling mask, enveloped in a gray robe completely concealing themselves.

"Who are you?"

Inoue Daitake looked at the other with a guarded expression, if not aware that the fishing competition prohibited player harm, he would have likely erupted in reflex to injure, honed from these tense days.

"Me? You may call me S."

The mysterious person, crouched for easier conversation, slowly straightened, accidentally revealing a bronze medal at their waist.

Engraved on the medal was an eight-petaled lotus.

"Could the two of you kindly spare a moment, I wish to introduce a legion from the Celestial Kingdom!"

The mysterious person's five-foot-tall stature, at this moment, somehow exuded a giant-like presence.

...

"What's that goofy bird dressing up like that for?"

Li Zheng retracted his right hand ready to snap his fingers, feeling distressed.

He never expected a familiar face to show up at such a crucial moment.