Just how vast was the world on the other side of the door? Could it accommodate every living being from another world?
Could the inhabitants of the 15 black-flag worlds properly divide themselves among the worlds they would head to? Would any one world end up supporting more living beings than it could bear?
Would the inhabitants of the safe worlds be willing to shelter other races?
What did they eat? What would we eat after we went over?
Would our arrival cause them to panic and take up the resources they needed to survive?
The conditions for ending the game were tied to the number of living beings. What did that mean?
Mother softly posed one question after another.
Finally, she asked me, "Were you just thinking about going to play in other worlds? Then let me turn the question around. If every living being in another world were coming to ours, what would your first reaction be?"
I said nothing, because the countdown in the sky had ended, and I had already seen beings unlike us charging through that door.
Mother did not press me for an answer. My expression then had probably already answered her.
And all of Mother's questions were answered later, too.
When the black flags fluttered in the sky, panic began to take hold.
When the black mist that could corrode living beings began to spread, only one thought remained in every living being's mind: squeeze through a safe door, whichever one it was.
No one knew who had struck first.
No one knew whether they had struck to survive, to level up and gain power... or to make the game end sooner.
Chaos was the perfect opportunity for geniuses and leaders to rise.
Frost Deer of "With Deer," Yanxi of "Winter Sea," Jingwu