Joining in the fun is human nature, and even individuals with supernatural abilities are not immune to this tradition.
Finally, amidst the public’s eager anticipation, the staff members of the Global Supernatural Alliance GOC (The-Global-Occult-Coalition), dressed uniformly in blue suits, made their appearance.
They wore their respective national flags on their left arms, the United Nations flag, featuring Earth and olive branches, on their right arms, and the badge of the Global Supernatural Alliance on their chests—an emblem formed by adding a pentagram to the base design of the United Nations emblem.
The pentagram corresponds to the alliance’s five core principles: survival, concealment, protection, destruction, and education.
In the initial stages of the killing field’s emergence, the Permanent Five members of the United Nations recognized the unprecedented dangers and opportunities it presented to human civilization and thus took the lead in establishing the GOC.
Within the organization, there are both ordinary individuals who simply obey their own country’s commands, prioritizing national interests,
and those idealists and internationalists who sincerely believe that only through the unity of all humanity can we overcome these adversities. Notably, the latter is not a small proportion.
This is understandable, after all, international and class conflicts are disputes between people and still have the potential to be eased or resolved.
But those mutated test subjects, monsters, Divine Calamities, and natural disasters that might erupt into the real world from the killing fields will not negotiate with humanity.
GOC staff quickly set up a high platform with building materials, arranging tables, chairs, microphones, cameras, and interview lights on the platform.
Representatives sent from major organizations such as the Special Affairs Bureau, the Whale Song Guild, and the Special Incident Department of the FBI took their seats behind the table.
The GOC representative sitting in the center—a woman wearing a white porcelain mask, with a name tag indicating she was called Bai Qi—was the first to speak, "Let me briefly say a couple of things..."
Li Cheng, sitting on a beach observation chair, twitched as he listened, associating the remarks with the tediously long speeches made by school leaders at every event.
However, Bai Qi knew what the players really wanted to hear and only spoke of the useful details.
"One, according to the norm in previous years, the killing field will issue Regular Tasks to all players within six hours after the tremors begin. The tasks take place at the site of the killing field entity, offering exceptionally rich rewards, and precious items such as the Emergency Escape Card and Large Life Potions will appear."
Bai Qi’s voice was cool and steady, neither hurried nor slow, "Two, players who choose to undertake the task will be teleported to random areas of the killing field, likely far away from the currently explored areas.
Here, ’far away’ isn’t just a few tens or hundreds of kilometers, it could be tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands to millions of kilometers—further than the distance between Earth and the moon.
In such situations, even communication can be hard to guarantee, let alone receiving assistance from a guild. Each player is their own primary responsibility for safety."
A considerable disturbance arose among the group of rookie players in the crowd.
The notion of being one’s own primary responsibility could also be interpreted as being on your own, without expecting to wait for the guild’s rescue in times of danger.
"To have to hand over 5% of your gains to the guild but not receive rescue in danger, what’s the point of joining a guild then?" complained a young man dressed as an elite special forces soldier, with many players nodding in agreement.
Bai Qi looked at him, noncommittal.
In the squalid streets, those dressed ostentatiously are often the real big shots, such as those wearing a white tank top with flip-flops, a banana costume, those nearly naked with only underwear, or a dragon-head lab coat.
Those dressed seriously and armed to the teeth, seemingly profound and formidable, are generally all newcomers below Level 10.
From the perspective of a rookie, it naturally seems unfair that a guild does not provide rescue.
By the way, Li Cheng didn’t change clothes when he left the three-dimensional warehouse, he is currently wearing a red mechanic’s uniform, with labor protective gloves on his hands, and a huge mechanic’s wrench fastened to his waist.
As for Gray Rain... Perhaps because she has been learning from Chinese textbooks lately, she dressed in the same long gown from the Republic era as Mr. Lu Xun, with an electronic cigarette in her mouth—since she is a robot.
Bai Qi ignored the noise from the audience and continued on his own: "Third, since the teleportation is random, there is a certain probability that players can discover hidden killing field facilities, the Hidden Room. Each Hidden Room has a unique function that is greatly beneficial to human civilization and closely related to every one of us Transcendents.
For example, the ’Shabby Street’ we’re standing on, which forbids players from harming each other and provides us with safe shelter;
For instance, the Whale Song Guild’s ’root domain’, which is both a supercomputer and a signal transmitter, providing network signals to players far from Shabby Street;
For example, the Global Supernatural Alliance owns the ’Horn Room’, which continuously manufactures automatic guards that hunt for monsters wandering in the wilderness, preventing monsters from invading the real world;
Therefore, every newly discovered Hidden Room is a blessing for all of humanity.
The first to discover and report will receive a huge reward from the Global Supernatural Alliance."
Hearing there were rewards, the dissatisfaction that had just surfaced in the newbie group immediately vanished, and the special forces member excitedly asked, "What exactly is it?"
Bai Qi chuckled and said, "Five items of perfect quality equipment or skills, as well as an Emergency Escape Card, and an Emergency Rescue Card, with the rescue object being a Level 35 or above player."
The Emergency Rescue Card is even more precious and rare than the Escape Card, and when used, it can invite other Transcendents to join the quest midway to help complete the objective without any penalties from the killing field.
The player community is arranged in a pyramid according to their levels.
More than half are below Level 15, levels 15 to 20 can be called "experts".
From Level 20 to 29 are the experts among experts, the pillars of the major guilds, roughly equivalent to the head of an official organization in a modern city.
As for Level 35 and above, there are only around three hundred such people in the entire world.
Having them join the quest midway is like having a get-out-of-jail-free card, right?
Some rookie players were unable to hide their excitement, while a portion frowned, sensing something amiss.
A young man dressed in a suit with a lion head costume raised his hand to speak: "Do we get the reward just by reporting the location of a Hidden Room? Are there no other mandatory requirements?"
"There are no mandatory requirements."
Bai Qi knew what he wanted to ask and said bluntly: "Around Hidden Rooms, there are usually massive numbers of automated guards stationed, and even the weakest Level 0 automated guards are equivalent to a Level 10 Transcendent.
Ordinary players definitely cannot enter them, let alone clear out all the automated guards and fully take over a Hidden Room. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on NovelHub(.)net
So what you need to do is to come back alive, report the location. Whether you report to us or some other guild isn’t what matters."
The importance of Hidden Rooms to human civilization goes without saying, no matter which guild takes control of them, it is a blessing for all humanity, and the Global Supernatural Alliance is willing to pay for the information.
As for how much money the major guilds are willing to privately pay to buy the information, that’s their business.
"Fourth, and the last thing to note. In certain cases, Summoners may encounter some of Earth’s compatriots who have been swept into the killing field by a rift, the latter are in player reserves, and as long as they can complete the quest, they can obtain player eligibility. I hope everyone, while ensuring their own safety, can lend a hand in protecting these Ordinary people. Various organizations, including ours, will reward you after the event."
Bai Qi spoke gravely: "Whether voluntarily or involuntarily, all of you carry the future of human civilization on your shoulders, so, don’t die."