In the blink of an eye, several days passed. Faced with the enormous risk of permanently becoming vegetative, quite a few players chose to keep watching and wait.
The authorities, however, could not abandon those who had fallen unconscious, so they sent over ten thousand soldiers into the game.
Ye Fan was more than happy to have more high-quality cannon fodder. He allocated the slots for those ten thousand people in no time.
At present, aside from the personnel sent by the authorities, fewer than one hundred thousand players were still willing to enter the game.
Ye Fan saw that this would not do, so he immediately issued a notice.
Any player who entered the game would receive a subsidy of one hundred thousand yuan. If they unfortunately fell unconscious, Heavenly Dao Game Company would provide another subsidy of two hundred thousand yuan.
Where there were great rewards, there would surely be brave men. Before long, the number of players logging into the game rose to 1.5 million.
Ye Fan felt somewhat stifled, silently cursing most of the players as cowardly rats. The money was sitting right in front of them, yet they would not take it.
Out of more than ten million players, only 1.5 million were willing to enter the game. The disparity in that ratio was truly enormous.
Before officially entering the instance world, Ye Fan activated the exchange options, which contained all manner of weapons found in the real world.
Nearly all the military personnel exchanged for the firearms they were most familiar with in reality. Compared to the other scattered teams of players, they clearly had much stronger cohesion.
Once everything was ready, Ye Fan, seated in the president's office of Heavenly Dao Game Company, looked at the virtual map before him and directly selected