Many NPCs had the misconception that players were a species with some kind of shared consensus, or one that functioned as a community of interests.
But from the players' perspective, who cared whether anyone else lived or died?
The more people who died, the better. Then I could enjoy a solo game!
From the perspective of "I Forever Love Zhang Aiping," however, he was probably rather pleased. He was undertaking an extremely special hidden quest.
And this hidden quest had been activated by the hidden profession "Disaster Investigator."
If he didn't kill all the other players, how was he supposed to get promoted and change professions?
Back in his previous life, during the early stages of the "Player Canned Food Era," players had even reported one another in droves.
Their motto was essentially: let others die, but not me.
It wasn't until later that they discovered advanced civilizations could wipe out the "offline" world. Only then did they band together.
By then, however, it was already too late.
After pondering for a moment, Gao Gong suddenly smiled.
"Then let's do that for now. We'll reassign and monitor the disaster warriors in the management ranks first. As for the rest, we'll talk about it after this step is complete."
Old Walter and "Minister Zhang" left once more.
"Minister Zhang" in particular was a disaster among disasters, a thug among thugs. Since he had firmly stood on the side of this NPC, Gao Gong had given him a generous reward. He alone had enjoyed all the benefits of the "Civilization Rectification Quest."
Forget reaching level 90—even reaching level 120 would no longer be a problem as far as experience was concerned.
Once only Gao Gong remained, he started browsing the forums again, muttering to himself as he did so.
"Actually, this major-version