After the Eye Demon appeared, countless players quickly gathered.
In the chat channel, calls from friends and companions rose one after another.
"Another big BOSS spawned!"
"Hahaha, good thing I rushed over without eating. The demonic aura is still this strong—it's definitely going to drop big!" A Bare-chested Man impatiently prepared to charge forward.
"Wait, did you forget what that previous three-in-one monster said?" another player stopped him.
"What did it say?" the Bare-chested Man asked in surprise.
"It said our players' resurrection is fake. If we die, we really die. Someone just copies our memories into a new body," the player said solemnly.
"Hahaha, I thought it was something serious. So what if I die? The game system is considerate enough to keep my parents and family from noticing. That's enough."
"As for me, I really don't care about death!" the Bare-chested Man laughed wildly.
Everyone was shocked.
Yet they also found it only natural.
With so many people in the world, there would always be some born with Courage.
They seemed completely unafraid of death.
Or perhaps they had simply come to terms with it.
"People die after living a hundred years anyway. Leaving behind a name is what matters most!" the Bare-chested Man stated his view again.
Some nodded, while others scoffed.
"Better to live poorly than die well. Only by living is there hope of immortality!" someone retorted.
"Hmph, once Laozi has a name, some great power might take a liking to me and let me transmigrate and reincarnate!" the Bare-chested Man sneered.
"That's just fantasy. You're placing your hopes in some illusory other person."
"You're also fantasizing. You're placing your hopes in some illusory future."
The two immediately began arguing.
Good grief, they really were players.
The monster was right in front of them, yet