Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

“…”

Why am I here?

Standing blankly under the Plague Hero Memorial Column, the player stared blankly at the ruins in front of him, feeling that his cognition seemed to be gradually awakening, as if some golden, hopeful pictures began to run in his mind, replacing some of his original thinking circuits and ideas.

He remembered that he was a player and an official member. He found a way to communicate with the Skaven Underground Empire, and took the lead in becoming a communication channel between the Negative Stars and players.

Players, ratmen, and Negative Stars, a trade route that can be carried out in the Chaos Wasteland has emerged.

The premise is that they can trust each other.

The condition given by the Negative Stars is that it must be delivered to the Fool's Beach or the Sage's Beach in the Broken Land, or directly to the Giant Tree Outpost. The other party refused to hand over outside, but at the same time, the supplies and rewards they gave were very generous. Gold and gems are almost one-tenth of the market price.

The requirements of the rats are not high. They can provide some tunnels and routes, and the price is to pay a batch of Yuanshi and magic crystals. Similarly, the Negative Stars need a large amount of supplies and can also eat dimensional stones.

In other words, as long as the player can get through this route, basically the goods are pulled over and the gold is taken back, and there is no middleman to make a profit.

Such good news should be told to others... Yes, tell others.

"..."

The will is once again blurred in front of the golden light.

The player thought vaguely, staggering towards the expected Hope City area according to his own thoughts, and his mind was filled with golden memories and thoughts.

Walking in this icy and snowy land, the cold air did not have much meaning to calm people down, but was like a fuse, igniting many emotions in the mind. Even when the player was just walking on the road, he felt that his brain and emotions were boiling and burning, as if something was gestating in his soul.

After walking for more than an hour, he returned to the tavern where the player often stayed from the Plague Hero Memorial Column.

As soon as he opened the door, a figure that looked a little hunched came up.

It was like a twisted shadow, appearing at the right position.

"You, you are here? Yes, yes. I have everything here. Whatever you want, I have it here. Yes, yes. As long as you don't care about the underground voices, we can cooperate. Cooperation!"

"You are... from the underground kingdom..."

"Yes, yes!"

"I..."

Covering his painful forehead, the player shook his head and looked at the hunched ratman in front of him, feeling a blackout in front of his eyes. It was as if something strange took over his will, and it was as if he had drunk a strong drink and had a blackout.

When the player regained his normal spirit again, he was already at a banquet that seemed to be full of food and drinks, surrounded by players with the same tired and confused eyes. The players wearing leather were also sitting next to the round table, half asleep and half awake looking at everything in front of them.

Then almost at the same time, everyone woke up suddenly as if they had broken an illusion.

"What's going on?! What happened!"

"Are we being attacked?"

"It's a soul attack!"

All the players instinctively took out their weapons and looked at each other warily.

And they all noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with each other's state. The hazy illusion seemed to rise again, and was soon broken, causing waves of uneasy commotion in the room.

Everyone's memory was distorted and bizarre, and they couldn't remember what they had done at all. Only the man sitting at the farthest position from the door at the round table covered his head and waved to everyone with a majestic look. The expression on his face seemed a little unbelievable, but he pretended to be calm.

"I am the official person in charge, my name is Anderson. This is an attack from an unknown source. What we need to do now is to stay calm and not attack each other."

Anderson is more or less an Internet celebrity. Looking at that familiar face, many players have a little reassurance.

Looking at the players who had already quieted down, Anderson gestured for everyone to sit down and whispered:

"Do you feel that something seems to be wrong with your body?"

"I feel it..."

"It's like this."

The players who met in the tavern looked at each other, and their expressions were a little subtle and unnatural.

No matter how slow they were, they realized that something was wrong with this situation. What kind of power could bring all of them together and then think of the Negative Star and the caravan at the same time?

Each of them could feel that it was like a dream some time ago, and everyone began to report to their organization and caravan in an orderly manner. Then they began to negotiate and operate like a madman, and almost all the contracts and routes were finalized in just a few days.

This was an attack from the Negative Star, without a doubt.

But when they really woke up, a belated reminder made their expressions become more and more weird.

'Hint! You have gained a new talent because of a special journey! '

'Talent: Blessed'

‘From: Negative Star’

‘You are being watched by a great being, whose blessing can bring about positive changes in your physique. Of course, this blessing is also a curse, and you will hate the descendants of the dark gods, but every time you kill a demon, you will get a stronger reward.

As long as you kill more demons, you will use their power to strengthen yourself. The more you kill, the more you get. To express his apology, Negative Star has sealed the power of a demon in you.

Make good use of it, don't let him down. ’

‘Warning: This talent is likely to cause some abnormalities. Please pay attention. ’

“…Demon’s, power?”

Fuck, killing monsters to gain experience!

The attention of the gods and unique talents that the forum dreams of, they got them inexplicably?

Seeing the status of the blessed displayed in the player status bar, the players looked at some light golden lines on their arms, and suddenly felt that it was not so difficult to accept to work for NPCs.

At least they gave a lot, and the entry benefits have reached a level that everyone can only dream of. Wouldn't it be better if you said it earlier? Why use such a rude method? For players, whoever gives you milk is your mother. It's not unacceptable for us to kneel down and lick your toes.

Seeing the flames on their fingertips light up with the thoughts in their hearts, many players looked at each other in the room, and their hearts were a little excited.

Supernatural abilities, supernatural abilities that can bring back the original world, what's there to say?

Be a dog and be a dog. If he is a little rude, just treat it as being kicked. What's the big deal?

What's more, they made more than three times the profit from this caravan. They are really gods descending to the world.

"Let's...should we just organize a church? Doing these things in the other world may bring some extra gains."

Looking at the player companions around them, each of whom had runes lit up as if in resonance, a player suddenly whispered a suggestion.