It had to be said that the Hall of Fame Challenge launched on the final day of the Preliminary Selection had truly struck a certain nerve in some Players.
Not everyone, perhaps, but the vast majority of Players harbored a competitive streak. That was perfectly normal.
Lonely, empty, and cold; envy, jealousy, and resentment.
Why could you make it into the Hall of Fame while I couldn't?
What was more, it was not merely a matter of glory—it also represented tangible benefits. With the Hall of Fame Challenge now underway, it was bound to set off a frenzy among the Players.
Take Hei Ye Piao Luo and Chao Mu, for example. They were already rubbing their hands together in anticipation. Lancer silently began polishing his spear beside them, while Zhong Mo Guan Ce wore the expression of a dutiful wife following her husband.
—No Player who had made it this far thought they were inferior to anyone else.
"We have to participate... What do you think?"
After mulling it over for a moment, Bai Zhi looked up and asked.
There were five Hall of Fame Players in their camp. If all of them left, along with people like Lancer who intended to take part in the challenge, the camp's defenses would become emptier than ever.
Although the description said there would be no Monster Siege, there were still nearly five hundred Players gathered at the camp.
One must always be wary of others. They had no way of verifying whether all five hundred-odd Players were wearing underwear.
"I'll stay behind and guard the camp."
Ju Jing took the initiative to raise his hand, sipping milk tea from the cup in his hands.
"With Meng Xing and Little Fengye here, nothing will go wrong."
Perhaps because of his age, Jiang Chanyi,