"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."
"Muscle Tyrant, I'm going to kill you!"
"Didn't you say this was a safe and peaceful zone? Safe my ass, peaceful my ass!"
Not only had people died, several players were furious enough to die themselves. The original "Lovey-Dovey Interstellar Visiting Group" had already been renamed "Fucking Muscle Tyrant for a Hundred Years, a Hundred Years."
Level ten! Level ten! How many years would it take to grind back up?
After reaching the third tier, gaining one level took at least three months on average. In other words, it would take these players around three planetary years to grind their way back.
These players were still considered lucky. Red Flower Demon and the others were all veteran players from the first batch, and they were at least level 70 or higher. None of them had dropped a level tier, falling directly from the third tier to the second.
Gao twitched at the corner of his eye as he stared at the glaring level 60. As a mecha-piloting profession, he had no monsters near his faction, and any that did appear were dealt with by the starship cannons. On top of that, he had been slacking off lately, absorbed in buying and reselling goods on the black market. As a result, he had nearly been knocked down to the second tier himself.
This was too terrifying. His heart had been in his throat--
I Am Muscle Tyrant had also lost his nerve. After all, he knew he had angered everyone this time, so he said weakly:
"I don't even know how it turned into this. We launched so many detectors. It was obviously just a little activity to explore the map and find treasure chests."
"Your little activity made us drop ten levels!