Players Invade Cyberpunk

Don't be fooled by Lin Miao handing out lots of money to the players, which even surpasses the salaries of big corporations, because money is never the real issue. The important thing is to keep the money moving; only money in circulation is truly valuable, otherwise, it's just a bunch of numbers or waste paper.

The players' consumption levels are incredibly high, even more extravagant than corporate employees.

After various production factories were established, the selection of specialty consumer goods circulating in the player market increased significantly.

From unknown mechanical parts unearthed from rubbish hills, to machine tools they purchased with loans from Lin Miao, and the products they designed and produced themselves.

As for what goods to produce, players always have their little tricks.

Like the capes and cockroach armor created by copying existing designs, priced from a few hundred to a few thousand bucks, besides being bulletproof and impact resistant, it doesn't enhance much performance—maybe only the helmet can add a few visual plugins—but it's cheap and durable.

Or purchase basic firearms, MT-1 exoskeletons from the game's official shop, and then modify them with paint jobs, add parts and sell them on the market, often creating quite a few laughs.

Overall, Stone Ridge Mountain is brimming with vitality—a realm of endless competition.

The scenes along the way were dazzling to the newcomers, it was like walking into the legendary infinite-flow novel's vegetable market, with people of all kinds, although most of the shops are run by NPCs.

"Holy crap, Hatsune Miku?"

Xi Huocao was dumbfounded when he saw a twin-tailed leek girl wearing a Super Balloon costume dancing at the recruitment office.

The passing Mongolian Toplaner spat disdainfully.

"What Hatsune Miku, it's just a lip-syncing fan-baiting packaged idol."

"Damn shameless Youzi Chef must be a disciple of Mussolini, exploiting loopholes to register trademarks and patents with a pile of anime images, and using these figures for advertising fees, disgusting! Disgusting, wua~ disgusting! he—tui!"

Currently settling money with the Super Earth recruitment office and the publicity department, Youzi Chef turned to look at the Mongolian Toplaner.

"What do you know? Is generating electricity with love useful? The equipment I bought, the models, actions, and sounds I paid to tweak, do you think training Hackers costs nothing? I'm trying to make some money, not squeezing you dry. I think you're just being bitter!"

Mongolian Toplaner: "I'm bitter? NMSL, huh? Don't believe me? I'll blow you and this exhibition hall to smithereens!"

The two argued like shrewd women, with tongues like the lotus, leaving the surrounding newbies dumbfounded.

My goodness, is this really how it is? Are these still the shut-ins I know?

"Let's go, let's go, they might start a red-name clash, we better leave before the blood splashes on us."

Wheelchair Sprint wasn't keen on waiting three days for a respawn cooldown just after entering the game and promptly urged the others to run.

As for which guild or company to join, they decided to wait and see, afraid they might be sold into some shady factory or life-threatening assembly line, which would be no fun—and it's easy to be duped.

"I see there's a prosthetic clinic nearby on the map; why not check your legs first?"

"No need, no need."

Wheelchair Sprint quickly shook his head

"I just got up, my legs are numb, it'll be fine in a moment."

Speaking, he freed himself from the support on both sides and took a couple of steps like he had a leg cramp, almost kneeling on the ground.

Wheelchair Sprint knew well that the problem wasn't with his legs, but it was his own issue. With more practice, it'll improve, and he wouldn't be so irritable like in reality; even his words felt more cowardly.

Xi Huocao helped him up: "Come on, buddy, why act tough? Since you have nothing else to do, let's check out Tuladine's prosthetic shop. You might find some cheap limbs to replace, at least be able to walk before anything else."

The player community also has its handbook, and Tuladine's prosthetic shop is undoubtedly a favorite among newbies.

Tutu would recycle prosthetics deemed damaged or scrapped and disassemble any useful parts to reassemble them.

The finished products might look a bit odd but are absolutely cheap and can also remove some power limits, burning lifespan (overclocking) to exchange for a stronger throw watt.

New players just entering the game typically receive 200 Euro gold as starting money, it depends on how you spend it.

Revolver Quack: "Then we'll head to the event site over there first, many people seem to be heading that way; let's meet up there later."

"Alright."

The further towards the outskirts, the more people there were; the construction sites on the edges were even livelier than the inner circle's player production area, with at least ten times the number of active players.

Passing through rows of industrial factory buildings, the newcomers' vision suddenly expanded.

Black trucks loaded with soil lined up from the mountainside to the mountain's end, stretching for kilometers, resembling a terrifying migrating ant swarm.

The roar of engine cylinders brought overwhelming mechanical power; cannons, excavators sliced the mountain into a chessboard shape, and vehicles unfolded pump arms tens of meters long to spray concrete on the board. Workers played by players and NPCs instructed robots for vibrating and formwork.

Dozens of small drones even flew from the inner circle's living area into the construction zone, with boxes under them containing takeout ordered by construction zone players, with the company logo "Are You Starving" sprayed on their surfaces.

A mighty force called heavy industry was continuously transforming the mountain night and day.

In ancient times, the foolish old man could only move mountains with divine intervention, while modern mountain transformation only requires manpower.

If not for insufficient funds, Lin Miao would have already rented a few gigantic open-pit mining trucks—those things are two hundred meters tall—just a single unit weighs tens of thousands of tons, easily digging up twenty to thirty thousand tons of soil and rock per day, definitely super-heavy machinery.

Moreover, at this juncture, the 'advantages' of companies outweighing government are displayed.