The moment that rule was announced.
Every player on Blue Star went wild.
The World Channel had been celebrating. Now the conversation took a ridiculous turn.
"Damn it! I just hit max level, and now I don't even qualify to be cannon fodder on the front line?"
"Demigod minimum! We've got three days, people! Let's take over the grinding zones. Even if we don't sleep tonight, we're getting our combat power up to Demigod!"
"Dragon Soaring Guild is recruiting! Demigod players get squad-leader positions and guaranteed spots on the front line!"
The players weren't afraid of dying. They were afraid they wouldn't even get a chance to score points by tagging an enemy.
Three hundred thousand Lower Gods sounded intimidating, but split among a billion players, they were nowhere near enough to go around.
Once the players realized that, they went completely berserk.
Normally, they would spend ages bickering over who had to tank an elite monster. Now they were different people.
Heavy Armored Warriors fought bare-chested at the front, soaking up the Abyssalized Lord's attacks, while the mages behind them stopped conserving mana and tossed scrolls around like scrap paper.
They had only one thought: reach Demigod! Get a ticket in!
In Obsidian Hall, Qin Chuan watched the chaos on the projected screen and couldn't help laughing.
Dies Martin sucked air through his teeth.
"Shadow, what kind of monsters have you raised?" The Lord of Lies circled the screen. "If I saw this in the Abyss, I'd swear they'd spent a century under a high-level brainwashing spell."
"It's called initiative," Qin Chuan corrected him.
He knew exactly how players thought.
When they fought Myriad Gods Country and Extreme Ice God Realm, they hadn't known what to expect. Their stats weren't high enough, and the enemy had the home-field advantage.