Murphy in the midnight secret room of the Scarlet Castle took a look at his character card. After turning off the summoning from another world, the originally full [3000/3000] fell to [1/3000] in an instant.
All the players except Afeng have been temporarily expelled from the world. Looking at the players lying in disorder in the secret room in front of him, the feeling of a "god" who controls everything in a single thought once again appeared in Murphy's mind.
If he is really a god, then these brave foreigners in front of him are his 3000 divine choices.
Well, let’s not talk about whether these guys are good enough or not. Just talk about the numbers. Isn’t it bad?
"Then, in the name of the "Real World" development team, I announce that the internal beta version upgrade has officially begun!"
Murphy moved his shoulders and said softly to the midnight secret room full of people lying in front of him in a "full of enthusiasm for work" attitude, and then he was ready to go fishing happily.
Well, this isn't a real game after all.
The so-called version upgrade is just to drive players offline first, and then let the NPCs under their command seize the time to adjust some things that have been arranged long ago. There is no real problem of server updates and new data entry.
Murphy just needs to make another settlement, revise the development log that he has already compiled one last time, and then upload it to the forum. That's it.
If there really is such a thing as a "dog planning ranking", Murphy is probably the guy with the least work pressure in history. After interpreting the existence of the entire Transia and even the continent in a 100% real game, he needs
All we do is continue to strengthen this impression and concept and ensure that the players' "game experience" is as lively as possible.
Of course, Murphy already knew that some "smart players" among the players might have figured out the truth, but he was not bothered by this. He chose elite players and had to bear the risk of such "leaks."
It doesn't necessarily make him happy to treat everyone like a fool.
As long as most players feel that this is just a game and can gain happiness, enjoyment and a sense of accomplishment from it, then this "Murphy's scam" can continue, and even if this matter is finally exposed, the Governor
You have nothing to worry about.
You said he was a liar, so good, but what did he lie to?
"Real World" has not collected a penny from its launch until now, and there are no restrictions that require forced play. Murphy has given all the freedom of choice to the players, as long as they don't touch that damn helmet
, the vampire lord has all kinds of skills but cannot control the daily life of players in another world.
The logout button is right there, and he doesn't know how to do something similar to SAO by deducting the logout button.
So essentially, players come here because they think the game is fun, which is also the fundamental logic behind the existence of all games.
If it's not fun, no one will buy it except the trolls.
"If I were to throw out a questionnaire now, I estimate that the satisfaction rate would be over 95%."
Murphy rubbed his chin and left the Midnight Chamber. He planned to walk around the city first and then return to his office to deal with the next thing.
After careful calculation, Murphy actually had to do quite a lot in these three days.
Just for the racial templates, you have to open four.
The blood of the shadow elves was obtained from Valance's followers, Tris made a bet with Lord Heather to obtain the blood of the shield dwarves, and the blood of Songhai that Nefertari gave to Murphy a few days ago, as well as the blood of the shield dwarves.
Captain Paula got the halfling blood from her after she got drunk.
After these four templates are completed, players will have more choices during the closed beta stage. In fact, if Murphy needs it, he can even open the jackal racial template.
But the question is, will players really choose guys like Jackals who are not handsome enough?
etc!
It seems that I have made an empiricist mistake!
It's up to the players whether they choose it or not. As a developer, you just need to list this option.
Isn't Hogg's side engaged in a "god-killing" operation?
Doesn't this just add a "racial branch" to the gnoll race?
Moreover, I have two templates in my hands: a skinny little jackal like Hogg and a tall jackal from the Dark Mountains. It’s really a shame for me to be a dog planner if I don’t do this.
Speaking of which, the profession system of the jackal race is quite complete.
They have various powers to change jobs, and the jackals' identity as the "ancestral security guard of Eden District" can also smoothly lead to clues about the land of creation, and then adapt a complete task chain for players.
, it can even directly lead to the "Legacy of Creation" expansion pack.
Well, that's a really good idea!
Murphy quickly finalized this exciting idea and planned to collect some Jackal blood to give the players a whole new life. He also thought that he had accumulated a lot of "development materials" and just threw them into the forum for the players to see.
Look, the development team is also working very hard.
In addition, it seems that the third-party platform established by the players will be launched soon.
Maybe you should choose some breaking news and send it as "internal information"? For example, the Sulfur Flywheel and the Steam Marionette, the mystery of Xiko City and the legend of the Kings of Hades, etc.
With such cumbersome dog planning thinking, Murphy quickly came to the surface.
He saw the Midnight Tower that was still under construction at a glance. The foremen of the Stonemasons Brotherhood did not choose to fish because of the temporary departure of several leaders. Before going offline, Old Chen also asked Silver Dwarf Master Ilyich to help oversee the construction.
process.
This tower is not just a simple high-rise building, it is also the first large-scale mage tower in Transia. Therefore, the construction progress cannot be very fast. According to Old Chentou's plan, this tower will be completed in at least two months.
The capacity is capped, and the interior decoration and spiritual energy gathering will require Master Ilyich to work on for another month.
Murphy did not bother the workers. He spread his wings and flew into the air in the evening, looking down at his city.
The departure of the players does not seem to disturb the certain order that has been formed in the city. People who hold positions in various parts of the city will go home from work, while the stalls on the streets are still doing business, and the "
The "Snack Street" was very lively, and there was a Sheriff's carriage parked nearby.
There is a gladiatorial match tonight, so many men are heading towards the sewer entrance No. 7 in twos and threes. The fight club run by the Blood Rat Gang has obviously become the most popular entertainment for the locals.
In the city square outside the business district, Mr. Portman is commanding the militiamen to conduct daily training. Since Miriam announced that Transia has entered a state of war, these militiamen have to train twice a week to prevent them from actually going to war.
The rules are the same in other villages.
The strong folk customs of Transia mean that this behavior is not rejected by the locals.
It is worth noting that a new bar called "Mejeva's Past" was opened in the business district some time ago. It is said that it was opened by the shadow elves under Villanse. It is also the first "entertainment bar" in the true sense of the Scarlet Castle.
place".
The opening of this shop received strong support from Miriam. Apparently the consul also believed that in addition to watching brutal gladiatorial fights and organizing dangerous boxing matches in private, the consuls also needed something else that could be called "normal."
” pastime.
The newly established "elf community" on the outskirts of the residential area is not eye-catching, but some half-elves who have already moved here will choose to walk in the vampire city that has accepted them in the evening with a sense of strangeness and discomfort.
Murphy withdrew his gaze and looked towards the temple area.
At this time, it was the time for evening prayers. The bells in the Avalon Temple echoed, and some believers were gathering in the Eye of the Wolf God Monastery. The Berserker Temple in Vam had not yet been built, and those who had various tattoos on their bodies were
The tattooed barbarian priests went bare-chested in the cold winter to train some believers in martial arts.
Well, actually, the player will have some impact on the city after he leaves.
At least the Adventurer's Guild is much cleaner than before. Although there are mercenary groups composed of local people coming and going, they obviously lack the hustle and bustle of players who have hot floors and are not good at walking.
how to say?
The place is still the same, but it seems to be missing a little bit of soul.
After all, this is a city that was shaped bit by bit by players. Even though the number of players is at an absolute disadvantage compared to the current number of people in Scarlet Castle, this city is still inevitably tainted with some of their unique colors.
For example, some locals who have a good relationship with the players are looking around in confusion at the door, wondering why those annoying guys who always come here don't show up today?
I also plan to do a general cleaning at home today.
Hey, without that group of free labor, you have to do it yourself.
Even Sister Marianne, who was leading the believers in prayer in the church at this time, would be a little confused. Why didn't that annoying old man Chen come here today? Doesn't he come every night to "gather the wind"?
"Don't worry, your friends from another world will be back in three days."
Murphy grinned.
In the perception of the energy of desire, he once again confirmed that his subjects and his players had reached a perfect state of mutual adaptation.
This is exactly what Murphy wants to see.
"What are you doing? You're smiling so strangely, like a villain who is designing a dangerous plan."
Tris's voice sounded from behind with a hint of disgust. Murphy turned around and saw His Excellency the Grand Duke flapping his wings like dragon wings, holding a glass of wine mixed with blood and sizing him up.
The Grand Duke sneered mercilessly:
"Do you feel that the players have left, so you feel a little lonely and cold? Do you want Lady Tris to give you a warm hug?"
"We are vampires, Tris, and our embrace will never be warm."
Murphy took advantage of every opportunity to vomit, then moved his arms and said:
"I just think that maybe we should really put the construction of the 'Hall of Valor' on the agenda.
The locals now use the term "heroic spirit" to describe them. When I first released this gossip, I didn't expect that it would spread so widely and be accepted by so many people. Don't they think the term "heroic spirit" is too exaggerated?
?"
"of course not."
Tris shook her head and said:
"The Transians have been tortured by the war for a long time. Although they are aggressive, they have always been hoping that a great power will come here to protect them so that they can live and work in peace and contentment and not be killed by those dangerous things at any time.
In this case, a group of immortal warriors naturally fits the local people's imagination of "great power".
They will regard the warriors as the warriors who died in the wars of the past hundreds of years on this land. In this dangerous era, they were awakened by the great governor and returned to the world. They will consider this a symbol!
Past failures create strength that protects people in the present and enables them to move into the future.
Transians are actually romantic too.
But their romanticism seems too barbaric to people elsewhere.
Well, maybe we should actually create a Hall of Valor for the warriors, even though they don't need to be resurrected through that building.
But perhaps with proper guidance, this belief will become a new tradition, and then become legends, myths, and even beliefs in the future.
Murphy, do you still remember the advice I gave you before? Let the warriors spread the faith of the Holy Light."
"Um."
Murphy nodded and said:
"The knights of Stromgarde are doing well. There are already thousands of Holy Light believers there. Although most of them are from Marlow Town, they are eager to receive the blessing of the Holy Light out of hatred for the undead. Why did you suddenly talk about it?
this?"
"Because there is movement."
Tris took a sip of wine and said softly:
"Although it has not yet become the incarnation of powerful faith that can bestow power like the Lord of the Hunt, I went to the Cathedral of the Holy Light in Stromgarde last night. I can tell you for sure that people's faith is guided by the doctrine.
The gathered consciousness has produced weak ripples in the subspace.
If you know how Philip shaped the Lord of the Hunt through war, you should realize that the guidance of the Holy Light Church has to enter the next stage.
We must set the priesthood and domain for the Holy Light that has planted the "seed", and reset the rituals of the Holy Light Church through some conceptual actions to strengthen the ripples of the Holy Light.
If everything goes well, perhaps in a few years, the Holy Light will be born in the subspace like the Lord of Hunting.
It is the gathering of all truth, goodness, beauty, hope and light.
That is the true nature hidden deep in the character of every conscious life, which means that once the Holy Light Church begins to spread on a large scale, its speed of gathering faith will definitely be faster and more powerful than the evil gods of alien races.
But it also means your warriors will enter the realm of faith
Avalon, Su and Wamu who are helping us now will all become our competitors. At least their believers in the world will not give up their parishes so easily. If something goes wrong, a war of faith will begin."
"Then come."
Murphy pointed to the city below and said:
"Let's spread this faith on our territory first, and use the Black Disaster as an opportunity to let it grow to the point where it can be empowered as soon as possible. As for the next step, we will certainly not go to Nordtov or Ice Bay to preach.
Let's go to the Plantagenet Kingdom!
King Louis personally abolished the Church of Avalon, and now his people's hearts are like a wasteland longing for the nourishment of faith. We will create the blonde idiot Valkyrie of the Holy Light, and when Pinkie Pie returns to the city of Nantes, the Holy Light will
will take root in the hearts of those who are not cared for.
You know, Tris, I don't actually advocate using war to take back everything we have.
And I have known for a long time that in addition to military victory, there are also options for cultural victory and faith victory. Perhaps one day in the future, even the proud King Louis will have to call on the name of the Holy Light to protect him and his people.
Woolen cloth.
But I’m curious, is there any way to speed up the birth of the Holy Light?”
"have!"
Tris looked around and whispered:
"Following the story of Varmu's birth, it is said that the Berserker was born from a part of the remains of an ancient god who had fallen. That ancient god originally had a domain of 'battle'.
The barbarians found the remains of the god on the land of Ice Bay, which opened at the beginning of the Era. They regarded it as the manifestation of their own god, and continued to worship the sacred object called the 'Bone of the Berserker'.
It was the barbarians who shaped their traditions and beliefs into the form of Vaam. When the Church of Avalon and the Church of Winter Wolf competed for control of the faith in Ice Bay, the barbarians who were forced to unite came together to resist foreign enemies.
Let Wamu be born.
If you want to speed up the birth of the Holy Light, then go find a piece of the remains of a god."
At this point, Tris took a sip of wine, but she kept pointing to Murphy with her eyes. The Governor also understood what Tris was implying. He narrowed his eyes and nodded and said:
"Well, from this point of view, the Lord of Hunting really has a way to kill himself. But the Lord of Hunting's three priesthoods of 'Hunting', 'War' and 'Slaying' sound inconsistent with the Holy Light.
And it’s shaped in the image of a jackal.”
"Use your power, Murphy!"
Tris came closer and whispered her arrogant thoughts:
"The Lord of Hunting is the god of filth. He has been polluted by the subspace. Your purification power can eliminate all the filth in it, so that you can obtain the purest remains of the godhead.
A blank piece of paper!
Let us paint on it.
But you must do this in secret. Once it is discovered that you can purify the gods, you will definitely become a "hot potato" in the eyes of many people.
