Dragon Soaring World's declaration hit like a ladle of cold water thrown into boiling oil, and the entire wasteland erupted!
The roar of tens of thousands rose in unison, loud enough to be heard clearly from the walls of Rust City.
On the walls, Scott, Kevin, and the other North American players had gone from numb to ashen-faced.
They watched helplessly as more and more figures filled the wasteland. The Teleportation Array flashed without pause, its light never going out.
"Report! Magical detection shows more than thirty thousand have come through!"
"Report! Fifty thousand!"
"Seventy thousand... No, it's still rising! Almost a hundred thousand! Oh God!"
The mage counting them was trembling. He felt less like he was tallying players and more like he was witnessing a natural disaster.
A sea of people.
Those words had never looked so vivid—or so terrifying.
On Dragon City's high platform.
Blood War Eight Wastelands looked down at the mass of heads below, his scalp prickling.
"Guild leader, how... how are we supposed to manage this?" He swallowed. "There are so many of them, they could drown us in spit alone. If things turn chaotic..."
Dragon Soaring World stood with his Battle Blade on his shoulder, gazing down without the slightest ripple in his eyes.
He ignored Blood War Eight Wastelands' concern and turned to Light Snow beside him.
"I want results, not a chaotic marketplace."
"Give me half an hour." Light Snow adjusted her glasses, her tone as calm as if she were reporting a figure.
She stepped to the front of the platform. Rather than shouting herself hoarse, she calmly brought up a massive control screen.
[Dragon City Management System V1.0] [Modules: Temporary Resident Registration, Wartime Mission Assignment, Contribution Point Exchange, Area Mapping...]
A series of complex but clearly