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Chapter 78: The Surge of Contributions
The video by Stuffed Bun and the guide by Singo sent shockwaves through the Player Community. The limited-time 【Mysterious Invitation Letter】, available only 10 copies on the Exchange, was instantly sold out.
Great Guilds, emboldened, dropped their pretenses—abandoning the once-ignored Faction Contribution Tasks in favor of monopolizing them, while money-based quests were left neglected.
Thus began an unprecedented frenzy: Players plunged headfirst into a relentless pursuit of Faction Contributions, working day and night for Kai Xiusu without pay. The Quest Board became a battleground—literally fought over in a frenzy.
"Let me be a Dragonblood Sorcerer!"
"I want to be a Dragon Rider!"
"Aaaahhh! Give me God-tier Gear!"
"The sky is a man’s romance!"
Ecstatic Players shouted these slogans as they scoured the Mine Shaft, stood guard at the City Wall, perched atop rooftops, or even loitered near Manure Piles.
Even Meizhuolashi, stunned by the sheer wave of labor enthusiasm, hastily crafted new tasks to keep up with demand.
And just as the chaos reached its peak, Kai Xiusu struck again—unleashing his long-prepared masterpiece: the Faction Position System, a fully automated "Chives Harvesting Machine."
A system where Players govern Players, driving management costs down to negative numbers.
Currently, only three low-tier positions were open: Tax Collector, Scribe, and Peacekeeper—responsible for tax collection, document processing, and city security, respectively. The Bathor City authorities would provide them with matching Set Gear and Accommodation.
Their sole salary? Daily Faction Contributions, with bonuses based on performance.
Even these entry-level roles demanded a staggering 3,000 Faction Contributions for application—far beyond the reach of most Players, who were still struggling to reach even 300.
So they sighed, grumbled, and kept grinding, clinging to dreams of a brighter future.
But the legendary "Black Slave Four" were ecstatic.
After eighteen days of soul-crushing, inhuman labor, their contributions had long surpassed the threshold.
> [Faction Position System Activated!]
> [Your Contribution Value: 6,457]
> [Available Positions: Tax Collector, Sorcerer, Peacekeeper]
> [Note: Base Pay for low-tier roles: 100 Faction Contributions per day]
> [You can earn additional Commission through work.]
Stuffed Bun pointed at his Character Sheet, eyes gleaming.
"Damn, this system is awesome. 100 Contributions just for showing up? We won’t have to scavenge for jobs anymore!"
"Yeah," Xia Ye Qiu Yu exhaled, her voice trembling with relief. "Finally… I can breathe again." She nearly hadn’t lasted another day in that filthy, suffocating Mine Shaft without her iron discipline.
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang rubbed his bald head, nodding. "This is actually decent."
Singo scanned the job descriptions in a flash, then launched into a rapid-fire analysis:
"Here’s my take—go for Peacekeeper and Tax Collector.
The Peacekeeper gets 150 extra Contribution for every crime arrested. And given how this Player Community operates? Crime rates are insane.
And the Tax Collector? Commission is based on actual tax collected. We could profit—there’s massive room for creative accounting.
As for Scribe? Four thousand words a day, minimum 1,500 Contributions monthly.
No way. Even dogs wouldn’t take that job."
He delivered his classic verdict with a smirk.
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang, Stuffed Bun, and Xia Ye Qiu Yu all chimed in:
"Then we go for Peacekeeper."
No reason—except Tax Collector was too obvious a target for hatred.
Singo grinned, eyes glinting with menace.
"Then I’ll take Tax Collector. I’ll make sure every Player learns one truth: taxation is as inevitable as death."
Stuffed Bun shivered. That guy’s a full-blown psychopath.
Who knew what horrors the new Tax Collector would unleash on the Player base?
> [You have selected your faction position: Peacekeeper]
> [You may reside in the Barto City Peacekeeper Dormitory]
> [Proceed to the Barto City Administrative Hall to claim your Set and Weapons.]
Stuffed Bun and the others first toured their new quarters—spacious, clean, and well-lit. Then they headed to the hall to claim their gear.
"Whoa… Seriously? This is real?"
"This benefit level is insane."
Stuffed Bun stared at his brand-new Peacekeeper Armor and Sword of Order, awestruck.
This was light-years beyond the gear he’d once sold to Singo—a quantum leap in quality.
"Hardcore Players may be messed up," he muttered, "but damn, they know how to deliver."
The Armor was a rare, high-grade iron plate—hard to obtain. The Sword was a standard-issue iron longsword, but both bore the same intricate emblem on their chest and hilt: Golden Vertical Pupil Surrounded by Flame—the sacred sigil of Ashen Hollow.
Even better? They were granted Horse Armor Access Rights.
Dressed in their new gear, wielding their sword, mounted on a towering warhorse—
"Spring wind rides swift on horse's hooves, one day I’ve seen all the blossoms of Barto."
Stuffed Bun recited with pride.
For the first time in months, he felt triumphant. The long grind was over. The struggle was forgotten. The way he now looked at the other Players—still toiling in the mines and alleys—was nothing short of condescending.
On the square, other Players noticed him. At first, they thought he was just another Non-Player Character—until they saw the floating tag above his head:
[I’m eating Stuffed Bun]
"Wait… is that… Stuffed Bun?"
"How the hell did they get that Set? It’s so clean!"
"Did he rob the bank?"
"Where’d they get the mount? I wanna ride a horse too!"
"Seeing him so happy… it hurts more than seeing myself fail."
A grimy, exhausted Player stumbled out of the Mine Shaft, covered in dust.
"Wait… is that the Black Slave Four?"
Stuffed Bun snapped to attention. He raised his sword, pointed it at the man, and recited from the Peacekeeper Manual like a trained enforcer:
> "Citizen! I am the peacekeeper here. Watch your words!"
> "No provocation of Peacekeepers!"
…
"Pfft!"
In the depths of a cave, Kai Xiusu burst into laughter—so hard he nearly spat out a fireball.
Damn, this kid’s a natural actor.
The Red Dragon exhaled a sulfurous, scalding breath.
But it was perfect.
Let them become positive role models—proof that hard work pays off. Let every Player see that Faction Contributions are the real currency of power. That way, Kai Xiusu could sit back, relax, and enjoy the fruits of their labor.
"Hehe…"
A dark chuckle escaped him.
Once the majority of Players hit the Faction Contribution threshold, he’d launch the next phase: "Premium Upgrade."
He’d move the old Platinum Shop-level items into a new, exclusive Diamond Vault Shop, then raise the Contribution requirement by several times—and watch them work themselves to the bone again, for nothing.
"It’s fine, everyone."
"The future is still long ahead."
Only a few weeks into the Internal Test, and Kai Xiusu had already mastered the ancient art of Player exploitation—the same ruthless wisdom that had ruled the internet in his former life.
(End of Chapter)
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