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chapter-80

"Yeah, my strength just jumped!" replied a burly man, flexing his arm and grinning.

Rumors of these upgrades spread across the dinner table like wildfire. Players exchanged glances, compared their newfound stats, and wondered about the reasons for such an unforeseen upgrade.

Alan, deep in thought, couldn't help but reminisce about his initial days in the game. It had taken him weeks of rigorous training to notice any substantial changes in his physique, and here these players were, experiencing enhancements in just a matter of days.

It highlighted an obscured facet of the game. Prior iterations of the game had mainly involved military personnel – individuals already at the peak of their physical prowess. As such, few had experienced or even taken notice of this progression. Though whispers of such anomalies existed among veterans, none had delved deep enough to substantiate these claims.

"Mister Alan, did you know about this?!" A voice cut through the chatter from a member of the hunting team, who had recently noticed an uptick in his agility.

His question drew all eyes to Alan, creating a momentary hush. The aroma of food was momentarily forgotten, every pair of eyes was locked onto Alan, awaiting his response.

Alan met their gaze, his voice calm yet firm, "I had my suspicions based on what I'd observed and heard from veterans. It's good that it is actually true, I anticipate more such boosts tomorrow."

As Alan's words sank in, a tangible wave of enthusiasm filled the air. Laughter, cheers, and excited chatter echoed throughout the tent. Some even think of continuing their task at night. But Alan reminded them not to wander at night, other than Nazi patrols there were also dangerous animals that lurked at night.

A few grumbles arose from the more restless players, but most nodded in agreement, understanding the inherent dangers of the game world.

That night, Alan nestled among the players, the soft hum of their combined breaths a testament to their unity.

Alan himself felt the weight of the day, his previous sleep deprivation weighing him down. Taking a full 8-hour nap ensured that the negative effect that had gripped him the previous day was dispelled, making him rejuvenated and ready for the coming day.

As dawn's first light stretched across the horizon, a lively buzz filled the camp. The 50 players, energized and motivated, were raring to begin their tasks. Alan, seeing their eagerness, spurred them on.

Alan, never one for long speeches, gave them a brief directive, "Do better than yesterday."

When the crowd dispersed, Merle the Crimson Gunner approached Alan. "Why do you care so much? They aren't even your men"

Alan, without breaking his gaze, replied with a mysterious smile, "You'll understand soon enough."

On the third day, their routine remained similar but carried out with a renewed zest. With each passing hour, their work was less a task and more an expression of their newfound spirit.

Alan, however, took a detour from the usual activities. Accompanied by Luis, they ventured into the dense woods. The forest was alive with sounds, from the rustling leaves to distant bird calls. After a few hours, they emerged, arms laden with a variety of ingredients, their bounty from the forest.

Nightfall brought with it a camp filled with laughter and camaraderie. Gone were the expressions of exhaustion and dread. Players exchanged tales of their day, laughing about mishaps and celebrating little victories. The atmosphere was infectious, and even the most reserved couldn't help but join in.

The transformation in the players was evident. Three days of grueling physical challenges had sculpted them, pushing their bodies and spirits beyond what they once believed were their limits. There was a noticeable pride in their eyes, having ascended from the lowest rank, F, with many now flaunting an F+ rank. The chatter among the players was abuzz with astonishment as they recounted their unexpected growth, especially the few who saw an upgrade in their endurance.

The results of their hunts were a testament to their progress. A collection of 2 deer, 3 boars, and an impressive 28 rabbits reflected the combination of improved agility and honed skills. Nearby, the fortification around the farm stood tall and nearly complete, a symbol of their dedication and hard work.

Luis, the chef, emerged from his tent, holding a cauldron, steam dancing from its top, the scent teasing everyone's senses. Today, he had a special dish:

[Rabbit stew]

[Type: Foods]

[Rarity: Common]

[Attributes: Recover 10 HP and 20% Stamina regeneration within 30 minutes]

[Effects: Prevent hunger, 20% less time needed for daily sleep]

[Able To Bring Outside The Game: Yes]

[Remarks: For those midnight snacks before sleep]

The secret ingredient? The forest berries Alan and Luis had gathered, lent the stew an added vigor-restoring property. Each bite was a harmonious blend of the meat's richness and the berries' tangy sweetness.

As players dug into their meal, Alan spoke up, "Alright have a good rest, tomorrow I have something different prepared"

And reveal he did. Day four dawned with Alan taking center stage in the fields, flanked by the trio of crafters. Displayed before them were the fruits of their labor: dozens of gleaming steel swords and sturdy wooden shields. The sight of these weapons, meticulously crafted, sparked a mix of surprise and confusion. Players gathered around the display, their faces a mix of awe and curiosity.

"What the hell is he trying to do now?!"

Alan's response? A knowing smile.