Chapter 162: Authentic! Fantasy! Adventurer!

Chapter 162: Authentic! Fantasy! Adventurer!

Adventurer Code Name?

Death Maniac Swordswoman.

Gender?

Male.

The record keeper at the camp paused for a moment, his face unchanged. Please read and confirm adherence to the Adventurer Agreement No. 430 and the Secrecy Agreement. Here is the printout

Accepted.

Please show your adventurers badge.

Ashe, wearing a mask, pulled out a round badge and slid it across the glass screen of the check-in device. The screen lit up green. The recorder nodded, Registration completed, you may enter.

Without any hindrance, Ashe easily stepped into the Observation Point No. 53 Camp. A crude earthen wall that was thirty meters high isolated the inside from the outside. At the very center of the camp was a tall tower, and atop it was a deep blue swirl, Ashes target for this trip: the Level 2 Virtual Realm Turbulent Passage.

All vegetation in the camp had been cleared, replaced by rows of benches. Many adventurers gathered to chat, pulling out bottles of wine to discuss the wide world, then popping a piece of Moon Sugar into their mouths and convulsing drinking and eating sugar was a heavenly joy.

From time to time, there were shouts:

Flame Squad, come this way!

Wolves, gather here!

Falgar, Falgar, where is Falgar from the Coffin Bearer team?

Apart from these noisy individuals, there were also many lone wolves like Ashe, wearing standard cloaks and masks, mysteriously observing with cold eyes.

Such chaos was the diverse representation of adventurers in the war zone.

When Ashe looked at the adventurer information on the Canopy, he couldnt help but applaud the Blood Moon Realms superb level of exploitation and oppression because under the social atmosphere of human rights and freedom and racial equality, the military expenses required by conscription were just too high. So, the Blood Moon Realm decided to simply get rid of its army!

The Blood Moon Realm disbanded its army 300 years ago and entirely switched to the adventurer system.

The so-called adventurer system involves the war zone providing tasks, adventurers accepting and completing these tasks, and then receiving rewards from the war zone. The relationship between the war zone and the adventurers is only contractual, with the adventurers free to come and go. In theory, this could indeed share some of the armys duties.

The greatest benefit of the adventurer system is naturally not having to provide training costs, not having to deal with logistics, and not having to offer compensation.

Its not the war zones concern if an adventurer dies. If an adventurer doesnt want to work, they can go. There are plenty of people behind them eager to accept tasks. The war zone doesnt have to worry about human rights, after all, the relationship is not even that of an employer-employee, but a temporary contractual one.

Simply put, because forming an army requires treating soldiers as people, its too expensive; recruiting adventurers only requires treating adventurers as tools. Theres no need to waste money on race, human rights, and other extraneous factors, thus significantly reducing costs.

In the first year of implementing the adventurer system, the Blood Moon Realm saved 80% of its military expenditure.

And the most wonderful part is, switching from conscription to the adventurer system had no negative impact on the Blood Moon Realm.

The reason is that the Blood Moon Realm has no hard military needs for suppressing rebellions, defending borders, or disaster relief.

Theres no need to suppress rebellions, especially when considering the anti-love education implemented by the Blood Moon Realm. The chip at the back of everyones neck makes large-scale rebellions impossible.

Just as Ashe was once again enveloped in the melancholy of adulthood, a friction seemed to arise among the adventurers.

A cloaked, masked adventurer claimed that he had lost his badge and suspected that the three people who had just passed by him had stolen it. Naturally, the three denied it and were even willing to be searched by the masked one.

As the masked one searched the first person, the first person raised his hands, holding the adventurers badge in his right hand, and threw it to the second person in the masked ones blind spot.

Everyone around saw this scene, but no one spoke, all just watching the drama unfold. Those with malicious intentions need not mention, even those with a good heart would not lend a hand even an important badge could be stolen, thats better to give up the adventurers career, and obediently go back to the city to become a cog in the wheel.

The masked one went to search the second person, the second person also raised his hands, and threw the badge to the third person. When the masked one went to search the third person, the third person threw the badge to the first person.

The badge was equivalent to having circulated among the three, causing the onlookers to burst into laughter.

The three were purely trying to make fun of the masked one. In the end, the masked one got nothing and could only admit his bad luck and leave.

Just as Ashe thought this was just a usual social beatdown, the three suddenly screamed.

Wheres my badge? How did my badge disappear?

Mine is gone too! Damn, it must have been that Goblins bastard!

Where did he go?! Find him quick, my badge has the merit of buying a spirit!

The three were so angry that they were looking everywhere for the masked one, but there were too many people wearing cloaks and masks here. The masked one blended into the crowd as soon as he dived into it, how could they find him? They even targeted Ashe, who stared back at them fearlessly.

Hahaha, Im dying of laughter, I just saw him take your badges when he was searching you, but I didnt say anything, hahaha!

What are you glaring at, you cant even steal better than others, are you still here to lose face? Are you looking for a fight?

Weve had enough laughter, you can leave now.

The members of the surrounding adventurer groups loudly mocked them, laughter was heard everywhere, the three were so angry that their shoulders were shaking, they were so aggrieved they were about to cry. They could only whisper a few harsh words that no one could hear, and slinked away to the edge of the area.

At this point, the Goblins in a suit walked onto the stage. He was tall and handsome, with a pair of silver-framed glasses on his nose, and a top hat covering his hairless head, suddenly looking like a glowing green elf.

A mere goblins exuded an elegant aura (Ashe was completely unaware that he was being racially discriminatory), it was unknown whether it was plastic surgery or natural anyway, the genetic optimization technology of the Blood Moon Realm was the best in the world.

Good evening adventurers, I am the clerk for this mission, Gibot Mantelas. The Goblins calmly said: There are only 90 minutes left until midnight, the camp is now closed, we will now enter the combat preparation stage.

Being in charge of the foreign invasion operation, a risk-free endeavor that only serves to polish ones political resume, it appears this Goblins is a candidate for the council.

A sudden commentary on politics, quite familiar to Ashe, came from the side. He turned his head in puzzlement to glance at the cloaked adventurers beside him, but he couldnt ascertain who was speaking.

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