On the same night, after all of the teams performed, the old announcer walked to the center of the circle and raised his hands up, "Alright everyone, I need silence."
He looked around at everyone for a few seconds as they paid attention to him.
"Congratulations, all of you have managed to do great during these first three weeks. But from tomorrow onwards, for seven days, you will be free from all labour. You won't have to come here to work and nor will anyone help you to teleport to this beach." he said, and from the crowd, there was a shout.
"What's the catch, old man?"
The guy chuckled, "Heheh, it's time for camp wars. The trade market will not be available during the week and for every trade that you do among each other, fifty percent of it will go to us as tax. The only way of not getting taxed is by taking over a camp, steal things from other teams and there's multiple other ways on how you can gain the resources that you need.
