People are unpredictable, and Lin Miao can't possibly know what's on every player's mind. Maybe the King of the Great West, who went on a knife-wielding rampage down two streets yesterday, just wants to sit by the lake with a fishing rod today.
At most, he can sketch a grand direction, attempting to guide players toward the intended path, but how they get there and how fast depends on their mood, so Lin Miao has to use other methods to give them a push.
To Gloria, this is not a company; it's basically a club, and Lin Miao is the club's owner.
But what can they do? She exchanged a helpless glance with Lucy, realizing they're already on this pirate ship and can't get off.
Some players are so excited right now they can't contain themselves—this means there are no forced tasks they must complete, and all time is free time.
They can do whatever they want.
Even standing on a rooftop under the full moon and playing with glue is fine.
