My Players' Second Playthrough

"Captain, this is the final inventory report, we can go ashore."

"knew."

Lightoller took the report and ordered the first mate beside him:

"Tell those outsiders that we will go ashore in 30 minutes and establish a stronghold in the island's crater as planned."

After saying that, he walked out of the cab, looked at the sailors hanging on both sides of the ship who were busy doing final inspections, and gently touched the railing at his hand.

He couldn't bear to part with the ship.

Hundreds of large tires have been installed on both sides of this [White Ice Cream].

It is about to land on the ground for the last voyage in its life. After reaching the crater, it will be dismantled into countless modules and expanded into a settlement base on the Starlight Islands.

The new stronghold is called "Stars", which is the name given by the group of aliens.

According to that group of outsiders, the active magma in the crater can provide a steady stream of ores and energy for the new base.

They want to "eat" the entire volcano.

It's a crazy idea, but Lightoller believes the Outlander is capable of it.

As early as five days ago, people from other worlds came out in full force, arrived at the crater in advance, and attacked the monsters there.

Among them was a hero-level monster that was resurrected three times in a row, but was still killed by them.

He is truly scarier than a monster.

Lightoller looked away from the volcano and looked at the natives gathered on the shore.

These indigenous people are the aborigines of "Rutile Island", and there are about 2,000 people.

They wear grass skirts, their food sources are fishing and hunting, the strongest one is a gold-level warrior, and their language has evolved over nearly a thousand years and has become incomprehensible.

Thousands of years ago, this place was known as the Island of the Fire Mage because of its abundance of rubies.

Unexpectedly, as time goes by, this place has degenerated into a primitive tribe.

Lightoller originally thought that communicating with these natives would be troublesome and would definitely be accompanied by bloody conflicts, but those outsiders used missionary methods to deceive the natives and persuaded them to relocate as a family.

Silly, but it works.

Instead of explaining to the natives how many technological crystallizations and magical mysteries this 10,000-ton giant ship has gathered.

It is better to tell them directly that this is a reward given by God to devout believers.

Lightoller could understand these natives.

But he will still feel contempt for these believers in his heart.

In the Thirteen Cities Alliance, after entering school, children must learn the principles of divine power and the history of people being oppressed by gods.

Human desires will expand infinitely without boundaries as their abilities improve.

Gods are just people whose desires have become hopeless after gaining power.

They are so powerful, but they still need to use lies to build their faith.

God is not worthy of worship.

The education of the Thirteen Cities Alliance only uses the knife of truth to pierce the curtain of lies, so that the world must face the cruel world.

But even so, after learning the truth of their faith, there are still a considerable number of fools who pray for forgiveness to the dead god.

Rather than facing the cruelty of the world, he struggles to find a way out to save himself.

Those who believe would rather be pets in a cage.

Lightoller looked at the natives kneeling in a circle on the shore and worshiping the White Ice Cream, and he still felt disgust in his heart.

He felt that his beloved ship had been tainted by foolish beliefs.

…

"The old captain said that we have to wait another half an hour...these NPCs are really slow."

"Education is important" Sitting in the crater of the volcano, looking at the giant wheel the size of a fist in the distance.

"Amu Xiao" behind him said "hmm", not hiding his perfunctory tone at all.

He was planning the map of the Xinghui Sea Area on the drawing software in the background.

His next plan is to establish a stronghold in the crater, and then travel across the islands by boat to gather the indigenous people from various places.

As long as they can gather into a settlement of tens of thousands of people, they can open up a dream space.

By then, there should be a way to use dreams to open another portal.

After saving the completed line, "Amu Xiao" looked at the sky with lightning and thunder in the distance, and couldn't help but complain to "Education-Based":

"If you hadn't chased [Jia Luo Lou] like crazy, we wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble."

"Academic qualifications are important" shrugged.

After using [Ember], he chased [Garuda] all the way and knocked down 1/10 of his health bar. As a result, the boss suddenly turned into the second stage and turned into [Doomsday Storm·Garuda].

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The crazy divine bird no longer suppressed its divine power, and rolled up a storm that seemed to never stop on the calm sea of ​​stars.

The original Xinghui Sea Area was a good place with calm waves.

Now, severe storms have prevented the indigenous people from going to sea to fish, and the food problem has become serious.

They players are still thinking of ways to solve the feeding problem of these NPCs.

"Things all came together. Fortunately, I overcame everyone's opinions and brought a large group of NPCs with me."

"At least for now, we don't have to worry about the construction of the 'Star' stronghold. After they lay down the base, we will jump directly to technology."

"Amu Xiao" also knows that it is not the fault of "their academic qualifications".

A crazy [Garuda] is better than a god who remains rational, hides in the rift in time and space, and rapes himself.

"We still need labor, and it's best to be a magician with high intelligence. Otherwise, with the help of these hundreds of NPCs, we might have become gods by the time they establish a stronghold."

"Education counts," the analysis said.

"Amu Xiao" nodded: "So the priority is to solve the population problem. With the dream portal, we can bring Npc over."

Having said this, "Amu Xiao" looked at the chat group in the background and sighed helplessly.

Only the last 21 players are left with the fleet.

Others either took the initiative to escape, died accidentally, or disappeared while playing.

In short, compared to those reliable NPCs, these players are completely unreliable except for having 100 million points to fight.

Thinking like this, someone sent a message in the players' group chat.

"@Everyone, brothers, I arrived at Ice Cave Island. It seems that I came a little too early. There are no living people here yet, but there are more than 500 NPCs of over 70 levels frozen in the underground base."

"I searched several times and checked every NPC. The ice cream is not here."

"Damn, you ran away? Didn't we agree to go find ice cream together?"

"I'm not worried about her. What if something happens? She's not here anyway."

"I have an unfreeze button here. According to the background of the weekly project, after these people are unfrozen, they will first fight a civil war."

"This is the best labor force, @Amuxiao, aren't you short of tools? Hurry up and bring someone over to pick me up."

The Starlight Islands are an untapped gold mine.

When these people come here, they will definitely turn this place upside down.