Something's wrong with my undead

"First of all, we have to make it clear that in this world, strength naturally determines class."

Crowded in the crowd, the three of them seemed to be listening to Olivier read the newspaper, but in fact they were listening to the answer to catching the sheep.

"For those of us who come from a technologically civilized society, the way to achieve class leap is to obtain resources. But in this world, just obtaining resources is useless. A person's speed of becoming stronger is innate and affects the core resources of the individual's strength. ——Supernatural energy cannot be monopolized, so this inherent injustice cannot even cause widespread dissatisfaction.”

Mr. Sa: "Why? No one complains?"

Zhu Sheep: "Of course there is, but if you want to turn individual voices into collective emotions, you need enough accumulation. The premise of accumulation is the existence of emotional attacks and the tolerance of the party being attacked. But the strong people in this world... Do they need to tolerate it? Not to mention that we have never seen legislation in this area. Even if there is, I think it is to protect the scarce resources of the strong rather than the weak? "

Huihui said thoughtfully: "What you mean is that these complaints about unfairness have not accumulated, so they have not affected Yuanling. Therefore, Yuanling will not affect individuals in turn, thus avoiding a vicious cycle. produce?"

Zhu Sheep: "Yes, that's what it means. The standard for classifying classes has changed from the means of production to the strength of individuals. Therefore, all the theories about 'ownership of means of production' and 'resource allocation' in our understanding will be diluted here, Willy Except for the Tassians - we'll talk about that later.

“So, if we only discuss the allocation of resources, it is easier for the aborigines to behave noble than us, not because they are born like this, but because the two sides have different values. What is theirs is dust and what is my treasure.

"In turn, the indigenous people will also have the issues they are most concerned about. What do you think they are?"

Megumin: "The way to become stronger, or the channel to rise?"

Catching Sheep: "Yes, or rather, it is the rules of the game - and this is open and transparent in McCalla. The rules are all written in the system, the methods are displayed in the store, and the acquisition of contribution points is also visible to the naked eye.

"Even if the contribution points are precious, the benefits will suddenly diminish after breaking through a certain threshold, because if the speed of one's own growth is abstracted as an 'experience acquisition multiplier', then this value is almost constant.

"So in the same way, this is also giving rise to some noble sentiments. For example, according to our thinking, Roger controls the platform of the newspaper, and McCalla is at the beginning of the server launch, so he should make a lot of money. , that’s what the Zanluo businessman thought.

"But Roger didn't do that. He gave up the platform and gave everyone the opportunity to get on the platform. This is the original intention of establishing the platform - to provide a stage for everyone, rather than becoming a money-making machine.

“Since the people who established the platform think so, then the people who board the platform will also think so. This becomes a kind of transmission of goodwill and reaches the agreed-upon rules - moral constraints.

"When the main contradiction is resolved, people have the ability to become noble, and then they influence each other like a snowball, and a virtuous circle continues...

"This is probably something we as players have never thought about."

The two were silent.

Megumin was thinking, but Sa always felt that Olivier's story was more suitable for her.

After a while, Huihui said curiously: "This does sound very good, but there is another problem. Since there is a 'currency' like contribution points, as the number of people grows, the market will one day expand.

"People's business talents are also different. The prosperity of the market requires finance and the concentration of resources - but you said that the people of McCalla are not so enthusiastic about resource allocation. Doesn't this become a disadvantage to the development of the market?"

Zhu Sheep: "No, no, no, everything you said is based on the premise of market economy, but don't you think what McCalla is doing is not a market economy at all?"

Huihui was stunned: "What is that?"

Zhu Sheep: "The so-called 'system' is actually the central information processing system. Heine and Loulton are responsible for this part, but they only work together, and their effect is not even as good as Quelkus, who is responsible for supervision... There is certainly a market for this. figure, but it obviously has to obey the plan.”

Megumin was shocked: "Planned economy?"

Catching Sheep: "I can't say, because I have never seen such a perfect state. It is almost like a utopia. It even retains the existence of Hayek's hand and leaves it with a space as big as a palm. But this is not an active squeeze. , but passive surplus – the people’s choice.”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but sigh: "It's hard for me to describe how I feel now. It's more like a game than reality, right?"

Megumin was lost in thought, and Mr. Sa couldn't help but ask: "So the purpose of Heine doing this is..."

Catching Sheep: "The money we got in Nibra City is not important, nor is Issyk's life. What is important is that we use our own way to let Issik live and become what we are."

Mr. Sa suddenly understood: "Just like a dog peeing, if he is infected with our scent, he is the same kind?"

Zhu Sheep: "That's so awesome, Mr. Sa, it's you! You understand it very thoroughly!"

Mr. Sa: “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.”

The two of them were happily talking to each other about business, when suddenly they both looked in the direction of the Lord's Mansion.

"What's wrong?" Huihui turned her head in confusion.

But she saw nothing.

Zhu Sheep: "Didn't you hear it? There seemed to be a slender dragon roar just now. It sounded like a female dragon, about 1500 to 2000 years old, and she looked like an eighth-level dragon."

Huihui was extremely shocked: "How did you hear this?"

Being reminded like this, she seemed to recall the strange noise just now, but it sounded like a split-toed flying dragon flying across the sky a little further away, so she didn't pay much attention to it.

Mr. Sa: "Everyone who often slays dragons knows that a dragon's age reaches a watershed every 500 years. The timbre of a dragon's roar is also strictly linked to gender, age, and strength. The older and stronger the roar, the thicker the roar. There are 8 types of timbres in total. , it’s not hard to tell. Oh no, Brother Yang, doesn’t Bloody Dawn have an agreement with Dragon Island? Why can’t you slay the dragon?”

Zhu Sheep: "Isn't this the mission of someone doing the Dragon Tooth Dagger? We didn't have money to hire treatment, so he took me there."

Mr. Sa: "What about the reputation? If you sneak into Dragon Island, won't you lose the reputation?"

Catching Sheep: "Someone went to Helm City to steal a set of "Eternal Order" armor, so I could disguise myself as a remnant of the Eternal Dawn. This also has the advantage that if he is discovered during the attack, he can directly withdraw from the team and replace me, and then slander me as a spy who secretly landed on the island, which can also increase his reputation. "

Mr. Sa: "Oh, it's too late to meet my brothers. If I had known you were having such a good time, I would have joined."

Zhuoyang: "That's hard to say. Fortunately we met late, otherwise our friendship might not be able to withstand the test."

Mr. Sa: "Why? We two brothers..."

Catching sheep: "I don't like hunters."

Mr. Sa: "..."

The two of them didn't seem anxious at all, but Hui Hui was anxious: "Don't you care at all why there is a dragon roar?"

Mr. Sa: "Is it useful to care? Should we go and deliver it?"

Catching Sheep: "Indeed, but seriously, if a game puts a level 8 dragon in your face before you have developed enough, then the dragon is probably not hostile."

Mr. Sa: "If there is, then this game is too rubbish!"

Catching Sheep: "That's right."

When Huihui heard this, she thought it made sense, so she simply relaxed and continued shopping and chatting.

...

At the same time, the study room of the Lord's Mansion.

Buzina flew in from the window and turned into a tall figure when she landed.

"Is this okay?" she asked, "When will your skeletons come back?"

Heine: "It's almost there, don't be impatient yet."