As the countdown steadily ticked down, quite a few staff members arrived at the scene.
Leading them were Laplace and her Mist Spirit squad.
Under the direction of the Mist Spirits, the onlookers who had come to watch the excitement were arranged farther away.
Those remaining on the Crystal Plains beneath the floating island were basically all challengers participating in this sandbox instance.
Several thousand challengers sounded like a lot, but scattered across the vast Crystal Plains, they amounted to only a few sparse clusters of people.
"You lowered your presence?" Laplace walked over to Angel. "I was wondering why you were standing right beneath the island so openly, yet no one noticed you."
Angel nodded. "If I didn't lower my presence, someone would always come looking for me."
Although he had been focused on the Spectral Illusion Leopard just now, he had also noticed Nawat's deliberate scrutiny.
"That's normal." Laplace said. "Quite a few people have realized these past few days that the Dream Crystal Plain is a new blue ocean. For the sake of tangible vested interests, not just you—even everyone in the Dream Mirror Organization has become a hot Golden Fleece."
Everyone wanted nothing more than to shear a tuft of golden future from the members of the Dream Mirror Organization.
Gabriel had even been unable to resist using his talent to teach a lesson to a few small fry who had eagerly thrown themselves at him.
"Did people come looking for you too?"
Laplace nodded noncommittally. "Not many, but a few old friends did come by."
The old friends Laplace spoke of were basically beings of the same level as herself, or ancient relics who had lived for a very long time.
Although they held expectations for the new blue ocean, at their level, they would