25: The first thing to do after the server opens? Empty your shopping cart! A rich woman throws a tantrum in the plaza because she's short of money?

Buzz—

The white light dissipated.

The clamor in the Transfer Hall instantly Breakthrough the decibel limit.

No one stopped to admire the sci-fi-esque dome, nor did anyone pay attention to the floating holographic data streams.

A thousand players, two thousand eyes, stared intently at the number in the bottom right corner of their retinas.

**[Contribution Points Balance]**.

"It's still there!! The money is still there!!"

"No data wipe! Father Su Mu didn't lie to us!!"

Immediately after.

An extremely arrogant burst of laughter, filled with the vibe of a nouveau riche, exploded in the middle of the crowd.

"Hahahahaha!!"

Li Qiang (ID: Also a Ruthless Person) stood with hands on his hips, setting his attribute panel to [Public Display] status.

That string of golden numbers almost blinded the eyes of the surrounding newbies.

**[Balance: 4,850 points]**.

"Move aside!!"

"Don't get in the way of my spending!!"

Li Qiang pushed aside several newbies trying to suck up to him and, with an arrogant stride, headed straight for the **[Resource Exchange Terminal]** in the center of the hall.

And behind him.

A group of second-beta players who only had **[500 points]** (the newbie subsistence allowance) drooled with poverty and envy.

"Holy shit, 4,800? How many bricks did he have to carry for that?"

"I heard he even pulled out the factory manager's gold teeth in No. 03 Satellite City..."

"Is this the sheer weight of a first-beta veteran?"

...On the high platform.

Su Mu, wearing a crisp Federation instructor uniform, looked down expressionlessly at the pack of players who were like hungry wolves.

Background data flickered wildly.

"Recycling plan, begin."

He lightly snapped his fingers.

Boom!

In the center of the plaza, the three giant holographic class statues lit up simultaneously.

Dazzling lists of exchange items popped up in front of every player.

**[Genetic Warrior Class Advancement Certificate: 1,000 points.]**

**[Wasteland Mechanic Class Advancement Certificate: 1,000 points.]**

**[Psionic Apprentice Class Advancement Certificate: 2,500 points.]**

**[Blueprint: Heavy Industrial power hammer (Blue): 800 points.]**

**[Blueprint: Self-Destructing Spider Robot (Green): 500 points.]**

**[Adrenaline Injection: 100 points/vial.]**

The moment they saw the prices, the air in the plaza froze.

Players who felt like millionaires just a moment ago suddenly felt their wallets were empty.

"One thousand points?!"

"This is robbery! Even if I sell my kidneys, it wouldn't be enough!"

"Su the Skinflayer! He's definitely Su the Skinflayer!"

Cursing aside.

Their hand speeds were faster than the next.

Li Qiang didn't hesitate, his fingers tapping the light screen so fast they left afterimages.

"Class change! Genetic Warrior!"

"That big hammer blueprint! Buy it!"

"Muscle Enhancer? Give me five shots! I'm going to be a devil muscle man!"

**[Ding! Purchase successful. Balance: 1,300 points.]**

As the light flashed.

Li Qiang's body underwent a drastic change.

His already burly frame expanded another circle as if inflated with Qi. A faint metallic luster appeared on his skin, a sign of the **[Subcutaneous Keratin Armor]** being generated.

A fiercely savage aura erupted from within him.

"Awesome!!"

Li Qiang clenched his fists, listening to the popping sounds of his joints with an intoxicated expression: "This is power! This is a tank!"

And on the other side.

Wang Wei (ID: Luban No. 7) stared fanatically at the Mechanic's list.

"Mechanical arm... must buy!"

"With this, I can manually machine rifling!"

"And this portable workbench..."

In just five minutes.

The massive wealth accumulated from looting No. 03 Satellite City flowed into Su Mu's pocket like water.

The players' equipment changed.

They were no longer thugs holding steel pipes and wearing ragged work clothes.

Some carried giant mechanical arms, some wore anti-stab tactical vests, and others held buzzing Chainswords.

The prototype of a regular army had already emerged.

However.

Amidst this cheerful atmosphere of "buy, buy, buy."

An extremely discordant scream broke the peace.

"On what basis?!"

"Why does a mage cost two thousand five?!!"

In a corner of the hall.

Lin Xiaowan (ID: Rich Woman Hungry) stared fixedly at the [Psionic Apprentice] exchange button. The four red words "Insufficient Balance" deeply stung her billionaire self-esteem.

She only had **1,200 points**.

"This is unfair!!"

Lin Xiaowan stomped her feet in anger, her limited-edition fashion outfit from the mall trembling.

She suddenly turned her head and grabbed a nearby Passerby player who had just finished buying equipment:

"Hey! Sell me points!"

"Ten thousand RMB for 500 points! Transferring the money now!"

The Passerby player was stunned for a moment.

If this were any other online game in the past, he probably would have knelt down and called her "mom" upon hearing this ratio.

But now?

He glanced at his newly changed attribute panel and felt his beer belly, which had disappeared in reality.

"Crazy."

The Passerby rolled his eyes and shook off Lin Xiaowan's hand:

"Who lacks that bit of money these days? This is life! This is evolution!"

"Not selling! Get lost!"

"You..."

Lin Xiaowan was dumbfounded.

In all her years, this was the first time she encountered a problem that money couldn't solve.

That sense of frustration made her eyes turn red with grievance.

She rushed to the bottom of the high platform and pointed at Su Mu above, shouting:

"Instructor! I want to top up!!"

"Open a top-up channel for me!! I have money! I have plenty of money!!"

"I'll top up even at a ratio of one to a hundred thousand! Let me buy that class!!"

On the high platform.

Su Mu looked down at this tantrum-throwing big Young Miss.

Top up?

What a joke.

Current Contribution Points were directly linked to physical enhancement in reality. Once RMT was opened, the entire game economy would collapse instantly, becoming a playground for the rich.

What I want are warriors.

Not useless trash who only know how to throw money around.

The corners of Su Mu's mouth curled into a cold arc, and his voice spread throughout the hall via the loudspeaker:

"The Federation does not accept waste paper."

"You want power?"

"Then go to the front lines and trade the heads of your enemies for it."

After saying that.

He waved his hand, pointing to the newly opened portal at the end of the hall, which emanated a bone-chilling cold Qi.

"Everyone, take orders!"

"Winter has arrived."

"Target: Far North Ice Field."

"Depart!!"

Boom!

The portal glowed brightly.

The players' blood was instantly ignited.

"Kill!!"

"For Contribution Points!!"

"For the class change!!"

Li Qiang shouldered the semi-finished power hammer he had just exchanged and was the first to rush in.

Wang Wei drove the patched-up "wasteland ark," carrying dozens of mechanics close behind.

Even Lin Xiaowan, still wiping her tears, could only gnash her teeth, pull out a flare gun, stomp her feet hard, and follow the main force into the portal.

"Damn developer! Just you wait!"

"This Young Miss will buy this game sooner or later!!"

...Far North Ice Field.

The wind howled.

The temperature here was as low as minus forty degrees.

Even if pain was weakened, the bone-chilling cold still made the players who had just teleported over shiver.

"So cold... this is too damn realistic."

"Stop talking nonsense! Quickly establish a defensive line!"

"Mechanics! Turrets! Set up those heavy machine guns!"

A thousand players quickly scattered and began digging trenches based on the terrain.

On a snow slope five kilometers away from the main force.

Chu Qingkuang (ID: Night God) was lying in a snow hole, wearing a newly purchased **[Optical Camouflage Cloak]**, his entire being almost merging with the environment.

He held a pair of **[High-Power Tactical Binoculars]**, holding his breath and observing the distant mist.

The mission prompt said that undead scouts would appear.

"Scouts..."

Chu Qingkuang adjusted the focal length.

The lens penetrated the wind and snow.

The next second.

His pupils suddenly constricted to the size of pinpricks.

His breathing stopped.

Deep within that grayish-white mist.

There were no stray scouts.

One pair.

Two pairs.

Thousands of pairs of ghostly blue fire were slowly lighting up in the mist.

Those were Skeleton Soldiers clad in decaying iron armor.

Those were undead cavalrymen holding bone spears.

And in the sky above them, dozens of **[Gargoyles]** with wingspans of over five meters were circling, letting out piercing shrieks.

Densely packed.

Boundless.

"You call these scouts?!"

Chu Qingkuang's fingers were trembling.

He slammed his hand on the communicator, his voice becoming hoarse with fear:

"Retreat..."

"No! Defend!! All personnel, level one combat readiness!!"

"That's not a scout squad..."

"That's..."

"The vanguard of the Undead Army!! The number... at least three thousand!!!"

Boom!

Just as he finished speaking.

The roar of a giant Bone Beast in the distance, accompanied by the earth-shaking sound of footsteps, rolled in from deep within the mist.

War.

In the first hour after this server opened.

It went straight into the climax.