ctnovel Chapter 139 This is called Akasha speed
Chapter 139 This is called Akasha speed
Chapter 139 This is called Akasha speed
Aside from those with trypophobia finding it a bit uncomfortable, other players were quite interested.
Players used to watch videos of shoveling barnacles on Little GG, but today they can finally play it themselves.
Dave bought a shovel from the food truck, went to the shore, and was about to dig up a patch of barnacles when he suddenly noticed a very familiar button on the shovel.
His expression shifted, and he took out a remote version of The Truth Persuader from his backpack and flipped through it.
Sure enough, the buttons were exactly the same in style and color.
"Unbelievable, vibrators are now open source too?" Dave muttered, placing the shovel on the largest barnacle and pressing the button.
buzzing.
The shovel in his hand trembled violently and almost flew out of his grasp.
"What a powerful tremor! It's an evolved version of the truth-persuader!"
The effect was remarkable. The giant barnacle, larger than a face, couldn't withstand the pressure and split open, releasing streams of unidentified liquid.
Dave, with his sharp eyes, noticed a health bar appear on the top of the barnacle, then instantly disappear, and a glittering fragment popped out.
"Barnacles are strange, they can drop materials?" He reacted quickly and grabbed one.
Hardened keratin, a material, can be used as a basic building material.
Dave remembered this was on the recycling list provided by the food truck; submitting it could earn contribution points.
The situation is clear: collect barnacles, submit materials, and then exchange them for contribution points!
He retrieved the shovel, skillfully turned the knob to the highest setting, and scooped up the roots of a patch of barnacles.
Sizzle sizzle sizzle — pop pop pop!
The vibrating shovel went deep into the roots of the barnacles, uprooting them and making a series of popping sounds, like squeezing a piece of foam paper and popping it one by one.
At the same time, several pieces of glittering material "clinked" out and fell to the ground.
Even though it's the same action as mining, Dave finds it incredibly stress-relieving for some reason.
There's a satisfying feeling to watching videos of repairing donkey hooves, fixing old items, and cleaning carpets.
"This is much more exciting than mining," he exclaimed.
The other players clearly felt the same way, and one by one they took shovels and dug into the ground with great enthusiasm.
They were having a blast, taking turns shoveling rhythmically, the crackling sounds mingling with their chatter echoing along the shore.
"Holy crap, this decompression tool works!"
"Don't fight over it! I got here first. Go fix the one on the other side!"
The players were so engrossed in their game that they completely lost track of time.
The Fire Emblem lineage couldn't help but be concerned: how could their house explode in the middle of the night?!
More and more Fire Emblem Clan members arrived, and seeing the player shoveling away at the beach so quickly, they were at a loss for words.
Haha, the friends who helped with the construction are really motivated!
They were woken up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall back asleep, so they simply went home, grabbed their tools, and joined in the effort to shovel barnacles.
The adventurers have all come to help. If they don't take action and just let others do the work, that would be too much of a waste.
This is something that needs to be done regularly, but we don't have enough manpower, so we can only do symbolic maintenance every year.
Now, with the help of adventurers, the parasitic barnacles on our ancestors might actually be eradicated.
Good thing!
However, the Fire Emblem lineage underestimated the enthusiasm of the players.
The players didn't leave, and the honest-natured folks felt embarrassed to leave either.
And so, the Fire Emblem Clan followed the players, staying up all night to shovel for two days and two nights.
"They're too honest!" Fang Qi chuckled to himself when he woke up and saw that the players were still full of energy, while the Xuanjia clan's tortoise was already teetering on the brink of collapse.
Back when the college was undergoing a mining boom, Fang Qi had already noticed a strange phenomenon.
Most players spend their days wandering around, and at night they all rush to the mines to mine. They don't need to rest at night, and they're still full of energy the next day.
One or two days can be explained by having plenty of energy and strong liver function, but day after day, it's a bit strange.
As a result, Fang Qi found out from Zhen Yu that the game had a "one-click auto-play" function in the context of repeated activities.
Although it's much less efficient than doing it manually, it doesn't affect my sleep.
You can harvest crops as soon as you log in, which is quite convenient.
He was both amused and exasperated when he found out. He had originally wanted to exploit the players' labor, but ended up being the one who got fleeced.
It has become a fixed source of gold coins.
However, Fang Qi did not try to lower the price because of this. It was a win-win situation, so he could leave the game running if he wanted.
Looking at the Xuanjia clan members now, Fang Qi felt a pang of sympathy.
"The cleaning is almost done, let's start the second phase." He decided to help the turtle man this time.
[Limited-Time Event: Build a Floating Harbor]
Upon receiving the notification, the online players paused in unison, put away their shovels, and ran towards the food truck.
Leo, a member of the Fire Emblem race, was dizzy from shoveling when he suddenly saw the adventurer beside him leave. Startled, he looked up and around.
On the coastline, apart from a few adventurers still working, only he and his people remained, looking at each other in bewilderment.
Leo murmured in disbelief, "The...it's over?"
He didn't eat for two days and nights, spending all his time with the adventurers scavenging barnacles.
God knows how he got through it!
Thankfully, I can finally rest.
Thinking of this, Leo slung the small shovel over his back, dragged his weary body, and with a relieved smile, greeted the adventurer, "Want to come to my house for dinner?"
He greeted them politely and then went to the clan's canteen for a meal.
The adventurer gave him a strange look and said, "Eat? What's there to eat? The port hasn't even been set up yet!"
"We need to go through a port?" Leo exclaimed, his voice trembling slightly.
I was terrified.
The aliens are terrifying! They don't need to eat or rest, and they can work for days and nights on end!
If they were to pick up weapons and attack, how could they possibly be a match for them?
No wonder the tribe has always disagreed with opening it to the outside world!
"Then—I'll go grab something to eat first, and then I'll come back and help you?" Leo said tremblingly.
"I didn't contribute anything to what you did, so you should just rest," the player said irritably.
This NPC kept following him around, stealing his contribution points. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't fight the green-named NPC, he would have lost his temper long ago.
"Okay—then I'll go rest." Leo didn't dare to argue, and swayed away alone.
Players who have just logged in after a night's rest are full of energy.
Since this was their first diplomatic mission, Fang Qi was afraid of frightening the Xuanjia Clan, so he screened the list of players, ensuring that at least one of them was humanoid.
But the humanoid form did not affect the players' speed at all.
They spontaneously formed a small team, with some people transporting materials and others assembling the parts according to the blueprints.
By the afternoon, the port had begun to take shape.
After eating and taking a nap, Leo felt guilty and rushed over to help, only to witness an astonishing scene.
The building, constructed from gray and white blocks mixed with barnacle shells, floats quietly on the water. A tall tower stands in the center of the harbor, its body perfectly fitted, clashing with the surrounding style.
Several chains were fixed at one end to the port, and the other end was firmly stuck to the back of the great-great-great-grandfather through an unknown gel.
"What is this—so fast?" He stared in disbelief.
"That's what you call Akasha speed," a passing player joked.