Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 12: New Game Launch [Complete]

1387: Problems and Provisions

In terms of intelligence, Lin Sanjiu might not measure up to the grand prize, but she had a similar feeling about the question on the wall. The design of this game left her feeling uneasy—not scared, just deeply uncomfortable.

"Please provide a reasonable explanation for the shortage of positions in the room."

This question lingered in everyone's thoughts. After the farmers had paid their taxes and distributed the food balls, they found themselves with enough strength for sporadic discussions. The "thud, thud" of the elephant's steps slowly blended into the background, becoming an unnoticed part of their environment.

"Could it be because... we're not working hard enough?" Nu Yue pondered aloud, continuing to plow the field after nine hours.

"I don't want to hear that," Horst grumbled, his burly frame hunched in a corner amidst the fields. "What makes you think so?"

"Think about it, if the farmers were more productive and earned more food balls, they could afford more. Yet, there's not a single vendor in this room. Doesn't that suggest our earnings are too low?" Nu Yue paused to wipe the sweat from her brow. "Maybe it's not about how hard we're working, but rather the efficiency of our tools."

"So, it's my fault then?" Louisa said. Regretting the sharpness of her tone, she softened it with a smile. "Honestly, there's only so much I can do about the tools. Wouldn't expanding our cultivable land be a solution?"

Since she didn't know when the farm tools would break again, she had to stay near the fields like Jian Sheng to search for an exit. She was the closest to the elephant, so she almost bumped into its leg several times. However, they were getting more accustomed to the situation; she skillfully dodged it while barely moving.

"So, the real issue is quite straightforward," Horst said. "It's not our fault or Louisa's. The land where we live is just not vast enough."

"Exactly. The land is too scarce and our earnings too meager, leading to a lack of demand and, consequently, no new open positions."

As soon as these conclusions were voiced, Lin Sanjiu caught a glimpse of something changing in the periphery of her vision. Turning her head, she noticed the text on the wall had transformed.

"Tonight, please provide a reasonable explanation for why the farmers' harvest can't fill them up."

"Could it be that our previous answer was on the mark?" Horst said buoyantly, surveying the room. "This question is too easy. There are many people here. If everyone shares, then there won't be enough to go around, right?"

The text vanished almost instantaneously, signaling approval of their rationale. The subsequent question that appeared was, "Within six hours, based on the premise of the previous answer, please reasonably explain why farmers need to work for long hours."

"Hey, the window for giving a response is narrowing," Lin Sanjiu said. "This isn't dangerous, is it?"

As long as the game did not get severely out of balance, such as requiring them to answer the question within a second, the frequent questions wouldn't burden them too much. After all, there was no penalty for answering incorrectly, and it did not interfere with their work.

Although no one thought it was dangerous, they did not rush to answer the question out of caution. Lin Sanjiu strongly suspected that they, like her, were secretly pondering how to answer this question. After nearly ten hours of continuous work, the output still wasn't enough for everyone to share, so besides the large population, the efficiency per hour wasn't high enough. All problems would be solved if two food balls were produced per hour.