To develop smoothly,
Liang Chuan absolutely could not place the Bio-Energy Terminal inside any nation's borders.
He wanted to build his own force in Teyvat—
a new faction composed entirely of players, spanning all seven nations.
Once the Feathery Plume warriors left,
he immediately had the system deduct his Bio-Energy and began mass-summoning players.
At the same time, he configured spawn ratios by class:
Tanks : Archers : Warriors : Mages : Supports : Assassins = 3 : 3 : 1 : 1 : 1 : 1
Early game needed "meat shields + ranged DPS."
Only after they survived the opening phase would he lift class restrictions.
If wave after wave of future players all picked Mage?
Fine. It wouldn't matter by then.
Players began descending.
Depending on a player's "face-sculpting intensity,"
a body took anywhere from one minute to half an hour to finish constructing.
Only now did Liang Chuan truly appreciate the value of an upgraded Terminal
that could build multiple bodies at once.
This single-file construction queue was torture.
While waiting, he used the system to draft the auto-accepted story missions that would bind every new player the moment they stepped out of the Terminal.
So no more running to him to see if the "!" or "?" above his head lit up.
Main Story Mission 1 — Protect Liang Chuan
The core NPC.
If he dies, the game ends.
Everyone's accounts = gone.
Main Story Mission 2 — Protect & Upgrade the Bio-Energy Terminal
Life and death of all players depended on this thing.
Higher level → higher conversion → faster Bio-Energy → more player summons.
Main Story Mission 3 — Build the Base
Currently they had only:
The Terminal
A wooden shelter
A workbench
But buildable structures were numerous:
residential lodging, farms, pastures, fish ponds, warehouses, lumber mills, walls, watchtowers…
Yes, this "game" had literal walls.
Especially the life-support buildings—
food, water, housing.
With 500 players here,
if they couldn't eat or sleep properly…
This "fantasy adventure" game would instantly degenerate into Homeless Survival Simulator.
Before chasing the magic and monsters,
the basics came first.
Fortunately, within the "Support" class category
he discovered a sub-group: Life Professions.
There were actually players who came to an isekai and still chose
Chef, Farmer, Architect, etc.
With them leading the way,
the base wouldn't be built blind.
So as hundreds of players descended and the main missions auto-triggered,
Liang Chuan's workload finally dropped to that of a relaxed foreman.
The Next Morning
Barely after dawn, loud bustling came from outside.
"Stove's done!"
"Barbecue rack assembled!"
"Oil rendered from the boar is ready!"
"Alright, just brush the food with oil and toss it on the grill!"
Liang Chuan nodded, pleased.
Not bad.
Just one day and they already had BBQ?
Then—
"Nice! Oil's on! Bring the Hilichurl up!"
"Ohh? We're eating grilled Hilichurl?"
"Wait… hold up. What are they planning to eat?!"
BANG.
Liang Chuan slammed the door open.
"STOP! Don't light that fire!!!"
Players all looked over.
One—ID [LoveEggFriedRice]—waved enthusiastically:
"Morning, Boss Liang!"
"Don't greet我—PUT THE HILICHURL DOWN!"
Liang Chuan pointed at the roasting rack.
A Hilichurl—fully skinned, brushed with oil—
was tied on the spit.
Still alive.
Live-grilled Hilichurl.
These players seriously needed professional help.
His head throbbed.
Truly the legendary Fourth Calamity.
No sense of measure.
No boundaries.
Zero shame.
If these lunatics ever met Paimon,
he would not be surprised if they—
—no.
He refused to finish that thought.
He immediately updated system rules:
New Hard Rule:
Human-shaped creatures are forbidden to be eaten.
Violation = instant kick + permanent account ban.
LoveEggFriedRice blinked.
"Eh? We can't eat Hilichurls?"
"Of course not! They're humans twisted by curses!
Even if you're not afraid of the curse, don't you fear catching some abyssal brain-rot virus?!"
LoveEggFriedRice froze.
His soul visibly left his body and came back.
Even in a game,
eating humanoids crossed the line.
"…Forget it. I'll just buy wild boar meat from the trading platform.
But damn—one pound costs 300 credit points.
That's enough for hotpot back home."
He sighed.
"Didn't expect this game to be so pay-to-eat…"
His friend, [BetterFryRiceNoodles], tapped the air excitedly:
"Aren't we Chefs?
We can cook gourmet food ourselves and sell it!
Solve our own hunger AND make money!"
"Yo—that's actually brilliant!
We could even subsidize real-life expenses!"
LoveEggFriedRice's eyes sparkled.
"Who said Life Professions are weak?
This is amazing!"
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