In the heart of the CryptoLand, miners and tax collectors worked day and night to extract the coveted Cryptopium ore, a rare substance that, when refined, yielded the invaluable CRYPTO. As time passed, the realm introduced staking duration options for the denizens, ranging from a mere day to an arduous thirty days. The allure of greater rewards tempted many to choose longer durations, hoping to amass vast fortunes.
The realm was abuzz with activity. Mines burrowed deeper, and tax collectors travelled extensively across CryCor's vast expanse, from the Plains and Forest to the Lakes, Rivers and Mountains, collecting dues and ensuring the realm's economy thrived. The horizon was dotted with the lights of the mines and the banners of tax collector wagins.
However, as the weeks unfolded, a shadow of unrest began to spread. The once-enthusiastic miners, driven by dreams of digital gold, started showing signs of fatigue. The tax collectors, dealing with the occasional unruly peasant and the tedious task of auditing, began to wear out. The roads, once bustling with activity, now bore witness to the weary footsteps of those returning from their long endeavors.
Word reached the opulent halls of the Kings and Lords. Concerned, they dispatched envoys to the mines and tax collection points to assess the situation. The reports they received painted a grim picture. The relentless pursuit of Cryptopium ore and CRYPTO had taken a toll on the realm's workforce. Miners, their hands calloused and eyes dimmed, spoke of the grueling hours underground. Tax collectors narrated tales of long journeys and the challenges of dealing with an increasingly restless populace.
The Kings convened in their grand council chamber and the Lords joined, their avatars emanating an aura of concern.
It was then that a message arrived, a digital scroll wrapped in glowing runes. The Architect, the grand designer of CryCor, had spoken. His message resonated across the chamber:
"Hear ye! Hear Ye! A Message from the Architect! No person on the surface of CryCor shall be forced to work longer than 7 days. Efforts to improve the health and working conditions of your people will be rewarded. Forcing them to work longer may results in reduced rewards."
The Kings and Lords, realizing the wisdom in the Architect's words, quickly disseminated the edict across the realm. Miners and tax collectors alike breathed a sigh of relief. The realm of CryCor, while still bustling with activity, now had a more measured pace. The people rejoiced, grateful for the Architect's intervention, and the realm continued to thrive, albeit with a renewed sense of balance and well-being.
- The Architect
