Chaotic Sword God
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
Zhan Yue
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 450: Granny Shen's Prediction
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 407 - Since You Refuse To Leave, Then Stay Forever
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1045: The Last Segment
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1386- Memory from his last life
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1385- Destined outcome
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 707: One Here, One There
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 449: This World is For You
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 65.2
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1044: Floating Platform
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 406 - If You Want to Kill Me, You'd Better Show Some Real Effort
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 706: When Dark Clouds Gather
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 357: Yu Lan
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 448: Walk Towards Death.
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1384- Mechanical Bug and Lifelike Arm
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1043: Tomb Soldiers
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1383- Los Alamos lie
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 405 - Time To Close The Net
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 705: Killing People Openly
Gu Yi stood up from the toilet and washed his face at the sink.
Up to now, all his conclusions were just guesses. The dungeon gave him a whole month, which was enough for him to slowly uncover the worldview of the dungeon and the unspeakable's weaknesses.
Gu Yi had figured out all the instant-death flags along the way and safely arrived at the space jump station.
The breathing apparatus weighed about twenty pounds, somewhat heavy on his back.
However, the character Gu Yi played had good physical strength, and he could also use psychological suggestions on himself without limit, so this piece of equipment was nothing to him.
The staff led Gu Yi alone to the teleportation platform, emphasizing the precautions over and over again.
"Remember, the breathing apparatus you're carrying is very expensive, it can't be damaged even if you die."
Gu Yi wanted to ask something, but remembering that the staff were second-class citizens and he had no right to chat with them, he closed his mouth.
"Understood."
"Alright, then go in. Your task is to collect T-091 minerals, you should see your coworkers after you get there, good luck."
Gu Yi nodded and stepped onto the teleportation platform.
Passing through a void.
Gu Yi's feet touched the ground again, he looked around, it was an underground mine, with the sound of mining clinking in the distance. He didn't rush into the depths but stood at the entrance and closed his eyes.
(Deduction begins!)
(You walk into the mine entrance.)
(You find that all the coworkers inside are third-class citizens like you.)
(The only one not working is a second-class citizen, followed by a palm-sized robot floating beside him, acting as a supervisor.)
(You guess, this is the "service robot" mentioned earlier.)
(You approach the second-class citizen.)
(You: I'm new here.)
(Second-class citizen: Go straight and turn left, to that mine pit inside.)
(You follow the instructions and go there.)
(You arrive at the destination, work as the second-class citizen requested, and find that the so-called T-091 mineral is actually the raw material for making dream fragments.)
(You think for a while, and while no one is around, you secretly hide some T-091 in the black orb.)
(Every time you use the black orb, it consumes 5-10 points of mental power, varying with the size of the item taken.)
(You work hard.)
(In one hour, you collect more than twenty pounds of T-091, your efficiency is double that of all your coworkers.)
(You find your coworkers' looks are not friendly.)
(You hand over the minerals, and you get 15 years of sentence reduction, but your breathing apparatus adds 10 year of sentence per hour, your net gain is only 5 years per hour.)
(However, to upgrade from a third-class citizen to a second-class citizen, you need one million years of sentence reduction. That is, you need to work non-stop for 20,000 hours, a total of 22 years.)
(The second-class citizen, finding you have the highest mining efficiency, then sets new requirements for everyone.)
(Second-class citizen: From now on, everyone must mine twenty pounds per hour, those who are below this efficiency will have their mining income halved.)
(Everyone sighs in despair but dares not say anything.)
(A coworker walks up to you and intentionally bumps you with his shoulder.)
(Coworker: What are you showing off for?)
(You end the deduction!)
Gu Yi scratched his head.
In this worldview, the sentence is more like a debt in the real world, and working to get a sentence reduction is like paying off debt.
Eating, buying things, are also settled with the sentence.
Since all food ingredients are private property, once consumed, it needs to be compensated for by adding sentences, theoretically, it's impossible for a third-class citizen to upgrade through mere labor.
This time, Gu Yi decided not to stand out too much. He wanted to act more mediocre, to observe how others worked.
(Deduction begins!)
(You take the mining tools and go to the designated mine pit to work.)
(You look around, everyone is working slowly and rhythmically.)
(You mimic their style of mining but don't forget to secretly take some minerals to hide in the black orbs's space.)
(You work for an hour, queueing up to submit the minerals to the second-class citizen.)
(The second-class citizen controls the robot to check everyone's work.)
(Everyone's mining weight is between 9-12 pounds, at most, they can only get 11 years of sentence reduction.)
(You realize the amount of sentence reduction is not linearly accumulative, the more you mine, the less the sentence reduction benefits, mining 12 pounds of minerals is the most cost-effective.)
(If someone's mining quantity is too high, the supervisor will raise the passing line.)
(In the short term, you may gain more, but in the long term, this will increase everyone's workload, but not significantly increase everyone's income.)
(Second-class citizen: You lazy bastards, how could you possibly reduce your sentence like this? Only hard work can get you a sentence reduction, can get you freedom, you know? I was also a miner, but I became a supervisor in less than a year, what do you think I relied on? It was my hard work and faith.)
(Miners listened with their heads down, some whispering at the back, seemingly not taking the supervisor seriously.)
(You find many miners are in their forties or fifties, you approach them and whisper.)
(You: Big brother, how many years of sentence do you have?)
(Miner: Nine hundred and eighty million, I guess.)
(You: How long have you worked?)
(Miner: Worked in this mine for twenty or thirty years? I can't remember, are you new here? Your parents must also be third-class citizens, right?)
(You don't speak.)
(Miner: See that kid on the platform? When he was a miner, he slacked off every day, but because his parents were first-class citizens, they made enough sacrifices to get him where he is today.)
(You: What did his parents sacrifice?)
(Miner: That, I don't know. Things about the upper class, not something we can speculate. I've only heard that where first-class citizens live, even the air is fragrant, and they can add two eggs to their noodles. That's really luxurious, an egg is worth at least a month's sentence.)
(You nod silently.)
(The miner's words are a good source of information, suggesting a path to promotion.)
(As long as you can find a way to curry favor with the supervisor, you can get sentence reduction rewards.)
(In this mining area, the supervisor is the only ruler.)
(The supervisor is still speaking.)
(Supervisor: Today's work target is far from achieved, after dinner, continue to work overtime for two hours, not allowed to rest until the target is met. Dismiss.)
(Miners queue up to leave, heading to the living area.)
(The food here needs to be purchased with sentences, to fill the stomach, at least half a year's sentence is needed every day.)
(This is an unavoidable expense.)