I'm bad, but players love me

ELO will ultimately be a flash in the pan, and Commander Yun Shuo will eventually become a sad butterfly with broken wings.

Setash stood up and planned to leave immediately.

If he stayed here any longer, his mind would become as confused as Yun Shuo's, and he wouldn't even know what would be truly beneficial to him.

The person who suddenly broke in at the door blocked Setash's way. He chose to take a step back like a gentleman, mainly because he didn't want to collide with this rude and stupid big guy.

"Willis, you're here." Yun Shuo, who was still sitting there, greeted, "This is the person who humiliated you before. Oh, and she also humiliated William today. What do you think? Do you choose to let her go, or kill her?"

Setash didn't look back, but he didn't continue walking out. He clearly heard the gunshot, the shrill scream when the chair was forced open, and the muffled sound of the body sliding to the ground.

Only then did he push open the door and walk out, leaving Yun Shuo and the other two behind.

"Commander, what should we do with the bodies?" Willis asked directly after killing the man.

"According to the old rules." Yun Shuo interrupted and asked, "How come you came back so quickly? Did you find a way to investigate the matter I asked you to investigate so quickly?"

"You forgot that the ordinary people who can make guns now are all in our ELO organization, and the only ones who can run the gun production line are our ELO organization."

Willis took a deep breath and said, "To be honest, I never thought that we were the only one with a factory in the entire city of Cori."

"When will we start the production line?" Yun Shuo asked, "Do you need me to be present when we discuss business?"

"I have connections, but I don't have any business yet. I just put my people on the line ahead of time." Willis sighed. "How can you be sure that if Ella decides to forcibly clean us out, she'll need a lot of guns?"

"Why not?" Yun Shuo asked back.

"According to the current intelligence, the military warehouses in Kori City are overflowing with firearms. After all, there hasn't been a war in hundreds of years, so there's bound to be a lot of guns and other things."

"No, no, no, Willis, you're wrong about that. If there hasn't been a war in many years because there won't be a war for the time being, then there will be sufficient guns, ammunition and other weapons. But if there's no war because it's impossible, then these things won't necessarily be in his warehouse."

"What do you mean?" Willis

Yun Shuo showed Willis the gun on the table. There was a small "A" mark protruding from the buttstock. "I didn't understand what this 'A' meant before. I thought it was a special model. But after I came back from visiting Ella, I realized what this 'A' meant: this gun is from the military warehouse of the Lord of Cori City."

"Did someone steal the guns from the city lord's warehouse and sell them?"

"Yes, and definitely more than one." Yun Shuo said with a helpless smile.

It's so funny that ELO's warehouse is full of guns from the city lord's military warehouse.

"Does this mean they need new guns?"

"No," Yun Shuo denied for the second time, raising a finger to indicate, "Actually, the main reason is the huge profit. It's just a gun, and it's backed by divine power, so the quality doesn't have to be too high. When a batch of military funds comes in, you take a little, I take a little, and the remaining scraps can be outsourced to others. It doesn't delay things, and I can make a profit, so why not?"

"Those nobles wouldn't be so reckless, right? This kind of thing could cost someone's life if you're not careful." Willis said with a bit of disbelief.

"For the sake of money," Yun Shuo looked at the gun in his hand, which should have been in the city lord's house, but was now held in the hands of a rebel like himself.

"A piece of pork was passed from one hand to the other and then put back into the refrigerator. Nothing was missing, but the hands were covered in grease. Those people most likely passed the piece of pork back and forth, then rubbed some of the grease on their hands back into the refrigerator."

"Willis, what we have to do is make it so that someone will definitely die instead of accidentally. At the same time, we can also make some money for ourselves."

Chapter 52: Each on His Own

This is the third day that Gouzi has joined ELO. Just like yesterday, there are no special events, only colorful and diverse labor tasks.

What's even more terrifying is that this is the third day in the real world, not the third day in the game.

[If the anchor has nothing to do, you can try biting a lighter. ]

[Wake up, dog! You want to be Yun Shuo's dog, but he treats you like a parrot! There's no future for you as a dog licker!]

[Excuse me, did I accidentally enter some job simulator?]

[No, this is the special show of "Crisis of Faith."]

[To be able to play an otome game like this, in a sense, isn't the streamer also a talent? This is the kind of innate worker's holy body that makes everyone sad, listeners cry, and even capitalists silent!]

[No, our dog is different. He's a working dog.]

"I used to think farming was a joyful thing, but I was wrong. Farming was only fun when I wanted to farm and play it badly, so I chose to play it badly. Then ELO finally opened up new tasks—I could build houses, and then, even the joy of infrastructure was taken away from me."

Gouzi lay on the computer desk, his hands moving mechanically. Now, even without looking at the interface, he could easily build a coffin house.

"Farming, building houses, fighting, the only thing missing is fishing. If it weren't for the exquisite graphics, I would feel like I entered the wrong game." He sighed and continued to complete the tasks honestly.

While other adventurers were enjoying the pleasures of life with beauties on every side, he was doing hard labor here.

Congratulations on achieving [Sincere Gratitude]

This was the tenth time this achievement had been triggered. Gouzi closed the panel as usual and slowly walked back home to rest.

However, what was waiting for him at home was no longer the cold starting room, but a [gift from the villagers].

It wasn't worth much. Just a scrap of bran, an even smaller bag of flour, a new quilt made from scraps of rags, a lightbulb, and new electrical wiring.

This is the first time I've felt the breath of modern society since joining ELO. Look at the soft lighting and stable brightness, it's so hard-earned!

The night before, because the screen was basically black, with only the status bar still lit, he had to turn the computer brightness to the highest level to barely find his bed, otherwise he could only walk in circles.

It was also with this faint light that the dog could see the message paper next to the [gift] clearly at night.

"Thank you, this is the first time we have a house to live in. This is all we have for you, please accept it. Don't worry, we have enough food."

It's a short paragraph, and every word is twisted, but you can tell that the author tried his best to write it.

On the front, the last line of the letter reads [Sorry, this is the best we can do.] I don't know if it refers to the gift or the words.

Turning it over, there were more than a dozen names written on it, many of which were repeated, but each person's signature was ugly and strange, and each one was very distinctive, so people would not think that someone had signed twice.

"What is bran?" Gouzi immediately asked the commentator. As a modern person raised on refined rice and flour, this thing is a bit unfamiliar.

[The bran is found primarily in the outermost layer of the wheat kernel and is usually removed during wheat processing. It is often used as feed, for example, for pigs.]

[Okay, okay, Palu eats pig feed, there's nothing wrong with that!]

[No, it looks like the entire ELO is eating pig feed. This has always been their rations. That bag of flour goes without saying, and even the bran is something they save from their own food.]

"Isn't it said that ELO has been robbing nobles all the time? After robbing so many wealthy people, he just gives this to his own people?"

[I guess it was embezzled.]

[No way! He speaks so righteously, but then does this behind the scenes? What kind of double-faced behavior is this?]

[The anchor should just overthrow him and do it himself. It's not right for players to be someone else's lackeys. He's using this as an excuse to start his own power grab!]

[Well said! I've already given you the names of all the people in the game. What's this? This is an Initial Believer! Go straight in!]

Gouzi hesitated and said, "Am I not Yun Shuo's dog? Isn't it a bad thing for me to do this? Besides, maybe these are the only things in the nobles' warehouses?"

[What are you afraid of?! From now on, you and Yun Shuo will each have your own way. You call him Master, and he calls you Commander.]

[That’s right, go straight ahead!]

Although the fun people like to instigate others, they are serious when they have something to do! The two rockets directly hit the dog and made him surrender on the spot.

Now that you are a host, why do you still care about face and money? I just slide down on my knees and say "I will listen to the orders of the audience".

Listen to advice and eat your fill.

At daybreak, Gou Zi happily took the gifts and went to the other person's house.

Without exception, no one was open.

The dog's persistent knocking attracted the sleepy neighbor, "Young man, stop knocking! Don't you see what time it is? The kids are at school and the adults are at work. Even if you knock the door down, no one's home."

"Then why are you here?" Gouzi asked.

"Everyone's working, and you're the only one slacking off at home, right?" he said in the livestream. "And this guy's even talking about me. It's fine if I, a player, don't work, but how can you, an NPC, not be a good palu?"

"Hey, I'm disabled." The neighbor nonchalantly turned his wheelchair outside. "I only have one complete arm left. My legs are gone, and I only have the upper arm of my other hand. I can tinker with the sewing machine at home, but going out is just a hassle for others."

The dog was silent for a while, then he let go of the mouse, covered his face with his hands, and whimpered, "I deserve to die!"

What is going on?

"It was just that I was interrupted by those nobles. Aren't all of them like that? Compared to those who were beaten to death, I was able to save my life and stay in ELO with enough food and drink every day. I don't have to worry about food and clothing. I should be content." As if something sad was brought up, the neighbor's eyes turned red and his voice choked.

The neighbor wiped his eyes with his remaining hand and asked, "Let's not talk about me for now. Are you here to visit relatives with all these bags? Who is the girl next door to you?"

Not a relative.

"Oh, so you're from the ELO organization?" The neighbor's eyes suddenly lit up, staring at the dog. "Is the commander okay? Can you tell me something?"

Looking at those sparkling eyes, Gouzi nodded [Agree] without hesitation.

Chapter 53: Are the nobles the villains?

The neighbor spoke in such a serious tone, with such contempt for himself, "Just tell him not to worry too much about food. I don't need to eat so much food. I have two fewer legs and an arm than most people, so I can save a little more energy than them, and naturally I can save a little more food. If it really doesn't work out, people like us who are disabled can just die."

[Is there no more food in the ELO organization? 】

The neighbor sighed, "This food can't just appear out of thin air. A lot of people have mouths to feed. Not to mention the people who work, even an old guy like me who should have died long ago can eat his fill. How much food would it take to keep us eating and drinking for free for so long?"

As he spoke, tears began to fall again. "It's been so long since I've been able to eat my fill without being beaten or scolded. I should be content. I'm sorry, but my eyes have been in such bad condition that I can't help crying all the time."

The neighbor beckoned the dog to come inside, "It's cold outside, come in and talk."

He struggled to turn the wheel of his wheelchair with one hand and turned it into the house. Gouzi hurried over to help.

The scene then shifted to inside the house.

It was a very small room, with no furniture except a bed, a table and a small cabinet.

The cabinet was open, and inside were some scraps of cloth, cotton and other clothing making supplies. The table was also covered with needles and thread, leaving only a small space for working.

The neighbor looked around after entering the house, smiled awkwardly, and scratched his head sheepishly. "I don't need the chair, and I don't want to monopolize it, so I'll just give it to someone else who needs it more. If you don't mind, you can sit on the bed. It was just dried yesterday, so it's clean."

[It's okay. How did your eyes get damaged?] Gouzi controlled the character to sit on the bed.

"I was originally a tailor," the neighbor said, tugging at the hem of his clothes a little embarrassedly. "I wouldn't say I was particularly famous. But my embroidery skills at that time were, without exaggeration, unmatched by any other tailor in the entire city of Cori. Furthermore, I had my own unique embroidery method. My reputation was good at the time, so I took the opportunity to open a small shop."

"Somehow, my reputation eventually reached the ears of a noblewoman. She asked me to make her a suit of clothes. The deadline was very tight, but I had my skills, so I pulled through several nights and still finished it."

When he said this, the neighbor raised his head proudly and said, "My speed is really amazing."

"Later, the nobleman asked me to make several more suits. The embroidery became more and more complicated, and the production time was short." He pointed to the bright light bulb above his head. "At that time, I couldn't bear to use this thing. My eyes would hurt if I looked at it for too long at night. After a long time, my eyes would be damaged and I would cry at the slightest provocation."

"I felt I couldn't hold on any longer, and I thought about how the noble had given me fabric and thread, but not a cent of my wages. I thought about collecting the debt. But as soon as I said that, it was all over. First, there was the inexplicable debt, and then there was the sudden increase in taxes. I had no choice but to sell the shop."

"Once the shop closed, I thought it was over." His voice gradually became shrill, "But that person sent her lackeys to break into my house and break my legs and hands, simply because they were worried that I would make clothes for other nobles, and then the noble's clothes would no longer be unique in the world."

"For such a ridiculous reason, I was beaten to death. It was the dead of winter, and they dragged me out of my house to die. If the commander hadn't saved me, I... I wouldn't have survived."

It was originally just one person's opinion, but now that the solid evidence has come out, the comments have gone crazy.

[Oh my goodness, I'm the villain? Those nobles are the bad guys? Is Ella the villain?]

Different choices lead to different plots. What does this have to do with Ella? Are you sure ELO has never done anything bad? Besides, isn't it normal for a noble to have a few bad people?

[Don't act like a diode every day. The world is not black and white.]

Gouzi was fretting in the livestream room. "Given Yunshuo's current influence in ELO, if I dared to say I wanted to usurp power, I think this old man would kill me with a pair of scissors, not to mention anyone else."

[It's okay, Gouzi, keep going! We support you!]

[You can be resurrected, so what's there to be afraid of? The worst that can happen is some gear. Given the current low ELO player count, no one can pick it up. Just come back and pick it up after you're resurrected.]

Gouzi came up and directly refused the three consecutive tasks. He didn't want to grind for three more days to get the achievement. "No, no, stop this usurpation of the throne. I'll return these gifts first. They're too hot to handle."

At present, ELO's situation is basically at the end of its rope. Even an ordinary person who is not an ELO member can realize that ELO's food is about to be exhausted. If Gouzi really takes the two bags of food in his hand, he will be stealing other people's life-saving food.

Since I don’t need it myself anyway, giving it to others will reduce my moral burden.

[That's totally unnecessary. Being a host is already a burden.]

[No, what if I can get an achievement? ]

What achievement? Not taking a single needle or thread from the masses?

[Perhaps it's "Yun Shuo's appreciation"? If so, she'll be able to enter the center of power and reach the pinnacle of life in no time!]

[Just a joke. Reaching the pinnacle of life in an ELO organization. Reaching the pinnacle of life in an ELO organization that's so poor it's practically starving to death, are you planning on becoming an immortal?]

The dog didn't care how sarcastic the comments were. He just took out the things and said, "Please return these things to the people next door."

The neighbor stared at the bag for a long moment before recognizing the person. His cloudy eyes widened, and his only hand quickly pushed the bag over. "No, no, no, we're giving you this to thank you. Please accept it."

As the saying goes, "two fists cannot beat four hands", Gou Zi directly used his two fists to fight against one palm, and the two of them started to pull each other on the spot, and both sides were "refusing to give in".

The knock on the door interrupted the conversation between the two. A woman's voice came through the door, "The new food has arrived."

"It's Awen, come in!" The neighbor pushed the bag and greeted him hurriedly.