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After Wei Hu left, Gu Xi, who had been somewhat excited, instead calmed down.
Gu Xi did not regret making a move against the Celestial Race in the slightest.
That remained true even though he was now in the Third Era Game World recognized by the Celestial Race.
In Gu Xi's eyes, the Celestial Race were players too.
The Celestial Race had their weaker members as well.
So what if the Celestial Race had an average level of 45 and every person carried a piece of Orange Equipment?
Gu Xi had never feared such things.
Anything could happen in a game.
The Celestial Race could not guarantee the safety of every player either.
They could not even guarantee ownership of every game. Otherwise, why would they divide games into classifications such as the First Era and Second Era?
That showed their control over certain games was still far from complete.
Combined with the information provided by the Celestial undead, Gu Xi understood that the Celestial Race did not actually value Third Era games all that highly.
These were really setups created by families or guilds within the Celestial Race.
At most, they filed a report with their superiors.
They borrowed the name of the authorities.
The Celestial Race authorities at most knew that such a place existed.
As for the situation in this place, they might not know much about it.
That, instead, gave other races an opportunity to meddle.
When he emerged from Black Night Finger, Gu Xi had clearly learned that there were at least a dozen cities similar to Black Night Finger.
Yet according to the response from the Celestial undead, only five or six of those were arrangements belonging to the Celestial Race.
And some of them were