bookpower Chapter 247: 165: These NPCs Are Really Wild (First Update)_1
Chapter 247: 165: These NPCs Are Really Wild (First Update)_1
Chapter 247: Chapter 165: These NPCs Are Really Wild (First Update)_1
The game “Space Navigator” adhered to the usual characteristics of Fang Cheng Studio, which is the absurdly high degree of freedom.
Although trade is the primary element, there were no restrictions in the early stages on players earning money through trade, so other means should also be possible.
Liuzi tapped his glasses, and Delta said in a voice he could hear, “You’re right in your conjecture, we don’t limit players’ initial ways to make money. You can sell your own paintings, help out with jobs, or even wash glasses for the bartender.”
Glancing at the glasses on the bartender’s counter, Liuzi felt that one glass was like a small cubicle for him; physical labor was not quite suitable for a squirrel’s small physique.
Thus, selling paintings appeared to be a suitable method for players to accumulate wealth in the early stages.
Hence, Liuzi, with only a thousand faiths in hand, started to procure the related items.
Due to a lack of artistic cells, the art industry here was not entirely nonexistent, but it could be described as disastrously poor. After searching the local network through Delta, Liuzi found that there were no brushes that he wanted, and in the end, he could only purchase charcoal pencils and white paper.
These items weren’t expensive, only costing 3.5 faiths, but they were not easy to use, and he figured it would take some time to get used to them.
The logistics of the Star Age were exceptionally developed; as soon as Liuzi placed his order, the items he wanted were quickly delivered to him by a force field orbiting the planet.
The force field was one of the most incredible inventions of this era, which could affect the four fundamental forces through high-dimensional interference; it was the most widely used technological product.
Balancing the charcoal pencils and paper, he returned to the bar only to find the place in shambles.
“Hey, what’s going on!” exclaimed Liuzi in surprise.
The countertop was overturned, chairs were knocked over and askew, and there were holes and scorch marks on the floor; it looked like the aftermath of a fierce battle.
A group of wild wolves were lying scattered on the ground, some animals were catching their breath nearby, tending to each other’s wounds; the bartender elephant’s ear was missing a piece, with milky-white blood rolling down to the floor from its wound.
The body-sensing gloves of the VR all-in-one machine had gone through an upgrade; now, their precision had increased by thirty percent, making it easier to perform some originally intricate movements.
After a few strokes with the charcoal pencil to get the feel, Liuzi began.
The key to portrait painting was not the likeness, but the accurate form and spirit.
Besides, if it was just about likeness, cameras could achieve that, but he wanted to incorporate some of his own understanding and thoughts.
In minutes, the elephant’s portrait took shape on the paper, with just a few strokes delineating an elephant wandering through the forest, and a few swipes brought out beautiful effects of light and shadow.
Carefully rolling up the drawing with its trunk, the elephant bartender pressed the painting close to its eyes and said excitedly, “Oh my, this is me!”
“You can see yourself in the mirror on a regular basis,” a leopard added unimpressed, picking up a broken bottle from the floor and drinking the leftover liquor.
“You know nothing!”
“Damn it!”
Liuzi, meanwhile, looked at the leopard and in a few minutes had drawn an image of the leopard running across the grass.
Despite the simple lines, the leopard’s movement conveyed a strong sense of power and speed, which left the leopard that saw the picture speechless for a long time.
Although it had never been to the place depicted in the painting, it felt oddly nostalgic.
It felt a bit shy for being naked but also felt a sense of liberation, thinking that being unclothed wasn’t so bad after all.
About a dozen animals received paintings as a token of gratitude; each one marveled at their own image on the canvas, feeling that it was not them, yet it had to be them.
Seeing the small animals’ reactions, Liuzi felt confident that his first pot of gold shouldn’t be a problem.