Moreover, providing this kind of help was also beneficial to Mo Shao herself.
After all, by facilitating the birth of a faction, she would naturally receive Feedback from [Order].
For a very long time, no one knew about this information; it wasn't until the Skyscreen retrospective appeared in the late stage that people finally understood it.
This was because the Feedback provided by such actions was manifested in a way that was far too subtle. For most, it took the form of a shift in one's luck.
—If that's hard to understand, it can simply be thought of as Merit.
Turning bad luck into good, surviving narrow escapes, unexpected windfalls... these are things typically obtained once one's Merit increases.
—And then, everyone just ends up dismissing it as their own personal luck. It couldn't be helped; [Order] had no way to speak, so who could have known?
However, now that she knew about it, she naturally intended to snag a share of it—one had to remember that there was a first-mover effect for these things.
In every region and for every type of assistance, the first person to perform the relevant act received the greatest Feedback.
Unfortunately, she couldn't speak of this yet. If she did, she would be immediately targeted by [Chaos].
—And then she would be hunted to the ends of the earth.
After all, this single piece of information was enough to set the [Order] side on an efficient, positive cycle; its influence was simply too massive.
Otherwise, even if she only revealed this one rule, the Feedback she would receive would be enough to last her a lifetime.
...
Of course, providing the assistance she just did wouldn't get her targeted by [Chaos], as it was a rather "impulsive" entity.
In other words, it only cared about the present, not the past or the future.
Even if Mo Shao gave a major faction some kind of city-building artifact, as long as she didn't stick around afterward, she wouldn't be targeted.
In contrast to the impulsive [Chaos], [Order] was a more "long-term" entity.
Someone like Mo Shao, who provided help before an [Order] faction was even established, could still receive a small portion of Feedback directly.
And it didn't end there. After the [Order] faction was successfully established, she would be able to receive another portion of Feedback.
Furthermore, [Order] was also immediate in its own way; those who struck down monsters of the [Chaos] side would receive immediate Feedback.
So, if things could be played out in the open, and if their initial strengths were equal—then the victory would inevitably belong to [Order].
Unfortunately, there were no "ifs" in this world. By the late stage, the exhaustion of the various [Order] factions was gradually becoming apparent.
Well... perhaps her rebirth this time was meant to change that situation?
...
A thought suddenly flashed through Mo Shao's mind. It wasn't that she was narcissistic; it was just that she truly was suited for this job.
Looking at it through a rational analysis, although it was mentioned earlier—Mo Shao hadn't provided help out of pure kindness.
But thinking about it the other way around, that statement also proved that Mo Shao truly did have kindness in her heart, and quite a bit of it too.
After all, although it was true that Mo Shao was a reborn survivor from the apocalypse.
Unlike the many "reborn apocalyptic seniors" in various literary works, Mo Shao was of the nearly extinct "uncontaminated by the apocalypse" school of thought.
—Because she had spent her entire past life surviving in the wilderness of the Phantom Realm, she never had the chance to scheme against survivors in the Real Realm.
She spent her days snarling at monsters in the Phantom Realm—oh, wait, she was a motorcycle in her previous life, so she couldn't even snarl.
As for the monsters in the Phantom Realm... as someone who spent her whole time invisible and floating, she just thought about how to survive every day.
Unless there was some immense benefit, she wouldn't even consider making a move against an enemy unless she was absolutely certain of victory!
Granted, she had seen many stories of betrayal through the various Super-large Phantom Events and had read all sorts of apocalyptic web novels before the end of the world.
But Mo Shao hadn't actually experienced those things personally, so while she was wary of them, she still possessed a degree of kindness.
Plus, she even had a setting perfectly suited for a protagonist—she was an orphan... though that didn't seem like much to be proud of.
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Regardless, she wouldn't do much more for the time being—dropping a Crafting Table and a sapling was her limit.
This was the simplest way for her to harvest Feedback, and since they were renewable items, they didn't cause her any personal loss.
Secondly, these items wouldn't give others too much of a boost; they mainly just solved the most basic survival issues.
After all, until they found another Minecraft Phantom Realm, the best they could do was upgrade to wooden tools.
They wouldn't even have stone tools, because to craft Minecraft tools, one naturally needed Minecraft stone.
Perhaps some lucky fellows would be able to upgrade to iron tools—since zombies had a low probability of dropping iron ingots.
While finishing her recollections and calculations, Mo Shao had already quietly returned to her dormitory.
She came back here naturally to retrieve her things.
—Her laptop. All her study materials were inside; a person could die, but they couldn't suffer a social death!
...
One had to know that after the rankings and Skyscreens appeared in the late stage, people would come looking for these things to gain a deeper understanding of those who appeared on them to better formulate countermeasures.
—People would come looking for these items! They might not take them away, but the information would definitely be copied in its entirety!
Back then, when she learned about this situation, even her nearly dead emotions had experienced quite a stir...
And one had to remember: before the apocalypse arrived, all networks had completely collapsed! They wouldn't be restored anytime soon!
What did that mean? —It meant that aside from things with physical storage, all other information was gone!
In other words, as long as she took her laptop... they could forget about digging into her socially suicidal data!
Besides information and files, the other thing she had to do was grab her backpack and take survival supplies like a flashlight, a thermos, and some clothes.
As for everything else, there wasn't much worth mentioning, as she didn't have many belongings to begin with.
If she had some convenient storage item, she might have taken these daily items she was already well-adjusted to.
But for now, she'd pass. The items from Minecraft were enough to satisfy most of her needs.
With one last slightly lingering look at her dormitory, Mo Shao closed the door and walked out.
“Next...” After looking around, Mo Shao quickly made her next arrangement—the school supermarket.
A classic apocalyptic looting spot. There should be quite a few people gathered there, and she might even find someone she knew.
Besides... she was a little bit hungry. Although she didn't lack food, she really wanted to eat something fancy.
Since she became a motorcycle in her previous life, she hadn't had so much as a single bite of food until now...
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