Very often, when players played this game, they had a sort of "Soulslike" feeling—and not just any Soulslike, but an utterly unreasonable, freakishly difficult one.
They couldn't beat it. They absolutely couldn't beat it!
In many game quests, they weren't just hacking away at an enemy boss's toes—they couldn't even reach the boss's toes.
Without his own boss Yuan, it was hard for him to imagine just how badly this game would torture people.
They might as well have locked people inside a "biological can."
But now, Baozi understood.
It wasn't that the game was too difficult. The game's main storyline was actually about faction development.
It was the main storyline of a "growable faction" that had begun the moment he found boss Yuan!
From gangs to conglomerates, from legions to civilizations.
As long as the faction's strength reached a certain level, the game's overall difficulty would suddenly plummet, just as it had now.
As his "directly subordinate fleet maiden legion," they could share the fleet maidens' kill experience with him, and in just a short while, he had jumped three levels in a row.
This was certainly because, as an economy-focused player, he usually didn't pay much attention to leveling up.
But this sort of "experience" rising with a swish was absolutely terrifying.
Baozi firmly believed that after this civilization war ended, a group of level-90 players would emerge.
"Ahhhhhhh—"
Sister Ji's excited scream came through the communications channel. Clearly, she was enjoying herself too.
"If I'd known, I wouldn't have maxed out my level. What a waste."
"Just save it. Level up after reaching the fourth tier."
"When will that be?"
"When our faction ascends. Then it should be about time."
Amid his excitement, Baozi also breathed a sigh of relief.
When he had exchanged for so many