The entire Apocalypse World had fallen into a frenzy because of the eight Ladders to Godhood that stretched across the Sky Vault.
On the Yan Country War Zone forums, tens of thousands of new posts refreshed every second, discussing which path was the strongest and which class had the most promising future.
Even though the vast majority of players had not reached max level, that still did nothing to dampen their enthusiasm.
However, the atmosphere inside the Court of Sin Punishment was completely different.
The surviving North American players had also witnessed that breathtaking scene.
The eight resplendent avenues leading to the Divine Throne were an irresistible temptation to any player with dreams.
But when the initial shock and excitement faded, a cold sense of reality once again seized their hearts.
"Do the Ladders to Godhood have any meaning for us?"
A young player sat dejectedly on the edge of the Fountain of Purification, staring at his pale reflection in the water.
His companion gave a bitter laugh. "Forget it. What status do we have? Servants. Have you ever seen a servant become a god?"
"But... the Main God said it was an announcement to 'all the People of the Apocalypse.' We count as the Apocalypse's People too!"
"So what? Don't forget how Barton disappeared."
That burly man named Barton had been completely erased over nothing more than one retort.
That terrifying scene was deeply etched into everyone's hearts.
Divine Might was like a prison.
Those four words were no joke.
Whatever joy they had felt was now completely gone.
They watched the Yan Country players discuss the path to godhood without restraint in the World Channel. It felt like watching birds outside a cage discuss how vast the sky was.
Envy and jealousy ultimately turned into a powerless bitterness.