The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

The players in the Great Graveyard have already forgotten when it was last sunny, but the weather doesn't matter much to them since they aren't afraid of the cold.

Even before the sky was fully bright, a group of skeleton soldiers had already appeared on the construction site, eagerly busying themselves, with a bunch of tools and materials, making noises on the scaffolding.

The prediction of the "Yiye Zhiqu" took it again, and indeed, the NPCs in this game seem to grow like wild grass from the ground.

As long as they build houses, it won't be long before the NPCs move in, and in large numbers too; the houses are in short supply.

Watching their personally crafted settlement become bustling bit by bit, the life professional players at the construction site are even more motivated.

Those pitiful people with eyes full of gratitude and longing look just like the young green wheat growing vigorously in the fields.

It is precisely because of the existence of these NPCs that the settlement they've created is no longer just a self-entertaining Ghost Town, but a home of significant importance and need!

And they are the masters of this home!

Not only that!

Even more gratifying for these players is that these NPCs are not like the troublesome folks in other games who, despite accepting their goodwill, provide no emotional value and bring all sorts of incomprehensible operations to mess with their psyche.

Whether out of fear of the Demon King or gratitude to them, these people did not just sit around waiting for rescue but, after regaining their strength, contributed their share and actively participated in the construction of the settlement.

For example, some villagers who used to do carpentry work went to the logging site as soon as dawn broke, helping to process the raw wood used for building houses.

Some hunters volunteered to join the patrol team, working with the Little Demons flying overhead to hunt while warning against threats in the forest.

Some women with children helped process the fur of the prey, hanging them on tanning racks in the sun, or lent a hand at the logging site, tidying up the wood scraps produced during processing for firewood.

Pierre the village chief's encouragement is one thing, but it is more their inner desire to stay and find a place to belong in this foreign land that motivates them to do these things.

Sometimes the players don't ask for much, only needing positive feedback.

For instance, goodwill that gets reciprocated, seeds that sprout, or the people they've saved being worth saving...

Seeing those who pull themselves together from hardships, the pride and satisfaction inside these life professional players grow stronger.

Some experienced construction bigshots are no longer satisfied with building merely personal projects but are starting to consider more practical needs.

To prepare for a potential wave of immigrants, some life professional players who have already built several houses began to discuss introducing the rebar frame technology from the real world and constructing six-story apartments or dormitories with higher floor area ratios on undeveloped plots.

Meanwhile, other life professional players have initiated a proposal on the official website, suggesting the establishment of a City Hall to manage public facilities and expand public projects.

For instance, taking advantage of the current small population and the few roads repaired, it's suggested to fix the drainage system and centralized heating pipelines.

The game officials have adopted part of their suggestions and, meanwhile, opened a sub-forum for Beifeng City on the official forum to facilitate brainstorming among the active life professional players in the area and prevent their voices from being drowned out by the ocean of posts from cloud players.

Of course, besides those dedicated to making Beifeng City better—the "big shareholders"—many players continue to focus on their own fun.

Like someone aspiring to become a farming tycoon.

While the construction bigshots were busy on the construction site, a player with the [Beast Senior] ID was leisurely humming a tune, walking towards the pinewood near the fence wall.

A simple wooden house stood there.

As he reached the door of the wooden house, a man in a worn leather jacket was nervously waiting at the entrance, slightly bowing to him.

"Lord."

A few kids were secretly peeking outside through the window, while a middle-aged woman pulled them back and quietly closed the window.

After all, having just arrived here, they haven't entirely adapted to the local life, and they still have some fear of dealing with the Undead.

Beast Senior didn't mind. Laughing with pleasure, he waved his hand and said.

"No need to call me Lord, you can call me Beast Senior or just Beast."

Sherp was taken aback for a moment.

Though he thought calling him Lord was smoother, he still obliged the Skeleton standing before him.

"Beast."

"Mm, very good," Beast Senior nodded approvingly, then continued, "By the way, I forgot to ask your name yesterday."

"I'm called Sherp," the man replied nervously, "Or you can call me whatever is convenient."

"Then I'll call you Sherp, to keep it simple," Beast Senior said as he tossed a gun-shaped object into the man's hand, smiling as he continued, "Didn't you need something to nail things around here? Here, I brought you one."

Hearing this, Sherp was completely dumbfounded, looking at the strangely shaped item in his hand and said, puzzled.

"What is this?"

He was more confused than when he first heard the name "Beast Senior" since he'd never seen something like this before.

"This is a nail gun! Driven by Netherworld Language!"

Guessing his expression, Beast Senior chuckled knowingly, took back the tool from his hand, and said with flaunting, "Can't help it. I'll just have to teach you how to use it, then."