Chapter 12 Carrot Fishing for a Donkey_2

This game is perfect in every way, except that you can only log in at night. For someone like him who doesn't need to work and has plenty of free time, it's not very friendly.

And the fact that he can only log in at night might work for a day or two, but over time his wife will eat him alive.

Entering that red virtual land once again and staying for a brief moment, he felt the familiar sensation of weightlessness under his feet.

Suddenly, everything went black, and when he woke up again, he was in that basement, with three other players who had woken up at the same time, along with the newly booted-up drone W.

Climbing out of the modification pod, Potato complained, "Do you know how I spent those 16 hours? After leaving here, I turned on the company computer and just sat there, staring at over a dozen icons on the screen, not wanting to play a single game. I was completely burnt out."

"Same here. If it wasn't for just waking up feeling incredibly refreshed, I would wish someone would punch me so I could sleep until night."

After putting on his clothes, Wildman jumped in place twice. Despite yesterday's strenuous labor, he surprisingly didn't have any back or leg pain, and he felt even stronger today. That's definitely the perk of games — no muscle fatigue.

As the four of them walked up the stairs out of the basement, Brother Ni suddenly said, "Yesterday when I logged out, I noticed I got a new passive skill on my panel: [Handicraft LV3]. I think it might be because I often do handicraft work in real life. What about you guys?"

Bighead looked incredulous, trying hard to widen his squinty eyes at Brother Ni. "What the heck? You got a skill, and it started at level 3? No way, right?"

"What's impossible about it?" Potato, on the other hand, seemed to understand. He had been helping Brother Ni yesterday and was watching him cut boards on the crafting platform. After practicing a few times, he got really good at it, so a level 3 skill seems normal.

That's just great, I mean...

Bighead scratched the back of his head. What skills could a rich second-generation seafood kid have?

Throwing backstabbers into the lake to feed crabs?

Or drag racing?

Drag racing might be useful, but what's the use of aquaculture in a game...

Forget it. Once this game's closed beta opens a recharge system, he'll spend a hundred thousand to test the waters first.

When Lin Miao saw the four of them back in high spirits standing in front of him, he nodded quietly to himself.

Though they dressed like bums, their energy was different from those in Night City. Sending them to be cannon fodder for free, none would even say a word.

"Everyone, I've seen the results of your hard work yesterday. Keep it up today, and the organization will certainly not treat you badly."

Without a second thought, he poured some motivational soup down their throats.

But just motivational soup is not enough; they also need to see the chicken. Lin Miao opened the vehicle's trunk, displaying the box Gloria shipped over containing the batch of neural adapters and prosthetic eyes in front of the four players.

Lin Miao casually opened a small box, revealing a pair of white mechanical eyeballs and a mesh neural pathway inside. The crystalline body inside the prosthetic eyes was somewhat cloudy. Usually, new high-grade merchandise is stored using specialized freezing equipment, but what more do you expect from salvaging second-hand stuff from garbage heaps?

"These are basic prosthetic eyes and neural adapters I got from friends in the city. With this, you can proceed to prosthetic surgery afterward..."

The words they heard made the four's eyes widen, almost drooling in the process.

"But..." Lin Miao dragged out his words, leaving them in suspense, "the supplies aren't free. You all still need to work hard and contribute enough to the firm to have the chance for modifications, including future prosthetics."

"Promise to complete the mission!"

"I'm ready! I'm ready!"

"I'll work to death if I have to, but today I'll finish repairing this house before logging off!"

The four players felt like they were pumped up with adrenaline, enthusiasm blazing so intensely it was almost palpable.

They didn't even need Lin Miao to urge them; they immediately dove into production work, working several points more efficiently than the day before.

And Lin Miao urged them in this way because he wants the office fixed as soon as possible, freeing up limited time for them to practice shooting. Otherwise, being cannon fodder without even knowing how to fire a gun would be too much of a failure.

Although there are behavioral chips for sale on the market, many basic skills can be learned with them. Most are the lifestyle type, with at most a few martial arts series chips. Decent combat training chips are in high demand everywhere, and the majority come from the company's armed department, circulating through a sequence of company-region black market-gangs-mercenary thugs, which Lin Miao couldn't get a hold of for the time being.

After greeting the four, Lin Miao drove away from the small town again, as he had to quickly figure out the details of Night Wanderer's specific actions. In the early stages of his career, he couldn't afford any downtime. As for food and drinks, they were left at the gas station—only four servings, so no one could eat more than their share.

As for the toilet, there was no shortage of old newspapers in the town.

Sunset Motel.

Located by the highway on the eastern outskirts of Night City, this motel consists of two double-decker mobile homes with over twenty small rooms and a bar. Because of its low prices, many people stop here for a rest or a drink whether entering or leaving the city.

Especially the Adcardo tribe, these roving groups like to rest here before heading into the city to do business or smuggle. Thanks to the heavy traffic, there were also several vans parked next to the motel, doors half-open, filled with arms and ammunition and blatantly selling weapons here.