"Danger?" Everyone was somewhat surprised.
Zhou Tianming frowned and asked, "Is someone targeting us?"
They were clearly on the verge of a complete victory, yet their boss was telling them they were in danger. For a moment, everyone was confused.
Lu Yang said gravely, "In half a year, a large portion of the players in our controlled territories will have reached Level 180 and become lower gods. Think about what they'll do then."
"It costs them nothing for a group of people to band together and rebel. They had nothing to begin with, so losing doesn't matter. But if they win, the rewards will be enormous," Zhuo Jiu said.
Everyone understood. So this was what Lu Yang was worried about. But after thinking it over carefully, they realized that, just as Zhuo Jiu had said, it was an unsolvable problem.
In the game, players entered a period of leveling fatigue every so often. At times like that, most people wanted a fight to ease the dull monotony of grinding levels.
And this period happened to coincide with a huge number of ordinary players becoming lower-god-level experts. If someone stirred things up, they would gather together and cause trouble.
Suppressing them would damage the guild's reputation, but not suppressing them would mean losing strongholds. In short, no matter what the Iron Blood Brotherhood did half a year from now, it would become increasingly unwelcome in the eyes of players around the world.
After all, no one truly died in this game. Every ambitious person wanted to test themselves against the Iron Blood Brotherhood. If they somehow won, they would gain both career and love overnight.
With so many ambitious people harboring such thoughts, it would be impossible for Lu Yang to remain secure. Once these people kept rebelling and the Iron