Chapter 3158: Games Without Grinding Can’t Survive Long, Likewise, the In-Game Economy Is Critical

After an enjoyable feast, a slightly tipsy Murphy set off on the road back to the Crimson Castle, while casually contemplating a plan for a large-scale newbie recruitment before heading to the Origin Land.

According to the administrator system’s statistics, with the weekly issuance of 30 natural growth slots, the current player population has reached 6,330, and a fairly obvious “class division” has emerged within the player community.

The number of the most elite players has stabilized at about one-tenth of the total.

This tier consists entirely of veteran players, whose online time is stable, typically maintaining a high-intensity play schedule of more than 16 hours a day. Their dedication is immense, and they are not only highly skilled in combat but also lead in equipment accumulation across Transylvania. Their prestige and plot participation are unmatched by ordinary players.

The majority of ordinary players currently have an average online time of 8-14 hours. Since the pandemic in the otherworld was controlled and restrictions were lifted, players’ game time has significantly decreased, as they still need to eat after all.

No matter how fun a game is, it can’t be a priority over the pressure of earning a living.

However, the benefit of the “real otherworld” is that they can play during sleep, so it doesn’t take up their daily work and life time.

The division of the player community is basically like this, making Murphy sigh that even playing games takes talent.

Ordinary players will cross into new stages with time, but those ahead will always lead. As they seize more and more resources, it will inevitably affect the game’s environment.

If Murphy were truly a Dog Planner, he would have to start considering the game environment by now. But fortunately or unfortunately, this is a real otherworld disguised as a game, so that invisible hand will always make visible adjustments, ensuring everything and everyone goes where they should.

Ah, at this moment, it calls for a sigh of admiration, so great is the XXX.

“The current number of refugees from the Ligurian Peninsula introduced to Transylvania can be temporarily ignored, as this is a long-term endeavor. The feedback of their meager slots is on a completely different level compared to the slots feedback from the Wolf People.”

Flying in the air, Murphy opened the administrator system’s statistics page and was shocked by the large “Available Slots: 4524” in front of him.

And just when he was shocked, the number jumped up a few more notches, indicating that at that moment in the distant Dark Mountain Range, new creator faction Wolf People were being born at a rapid pace.

“Is Hog’s missionary work among the Wolf People going that smoothly? This number represents that over 400,000 Wolf People have already converted to the true faith of the creator faction, and with the total number of Wolf People, this number is set to grow rapidly for a long time to come.”

Murphy sighed:

“Wise Wolf Hog is definitely the most rewarding investment project I’ve ever undertaken in my life. Hmm, decided! First, supplement the player number to 10,000, and save the remaining slots for emergencies. Moreover, if the growth of Wolf People in the creator faction can feedback slots, then Sanghai People should logically be able to do the same. The population of the Sanghai Empire alone exceeds 60 million. If they can provide player slot feedback even at the lowest ratio of 100:1, that’s still 600,000 slots. Ha, what’s called a big fat wave? Isn’t this it? 600,000 lively and, at worst, reaching the silver tier of otherworld spirits… I suddenly feel like I have a major advantage. How about preparing for an interdimensional expedition now?”

The Vampire Lord squinted his eyes.

He glanced at the eerie purple light from the Creation of the Star Realm hanging in the night sky ahead, intertwined with tonight’s bright moonlight, spreading over the land of Transylvania. The lights on the already topped Midnight Tower in the night-colored Crimson Castle guided his flight like torches.

The Vampire Lord took a deep breath to calm himself down.

He knew that the control of the Sanghai Empire wasn’t so easy to obtain, so he shouldn’t get too excited about the harvest not yet in hand. It’s better to deal with the urgent matters at hand first.

Minutes later, on the player forum, a post from the development team quietly went live. It was instantly buried in the constantly refreshing posts, but soon caught the attention of some wandering forum-goers when an alert administrator highlighted and pinned it.

“Bang”

A crisp gunshot rang out, making the sneaky Merfolk in the grass along the shores of Lake Xiuerpres gush blood from his head.

The ugly creature fell to the ground without a sound, prompting a few newbies to cheer and run over to cut off its Black Fins, while the player “Had to Use Goji Berries” who had fired the dazzling fatal shot worked the bolt action to eject the shell, exuding an aura of a strong player as he observed the surroundings from the sniper point.

As a Black Iron player, he brought a few newbies out tonight to uphold the guild’s tradition of “the old leading the new”, which is a crucial factor in the growth and strength of The Undying’s Pride. Unlike the lax management of other guilds, the leaders of this currently largest guild in the game have a management style that is relatively strict from a player’s perspective.

Veteran players leading newbies to grind for equipment is just one of the basic requirements. There’s also a series of rules to ensure this currently 1,200-member guild functions well and maintains a decent community environment.