The appearance of online games swept across the entire world in a very short time. This highly social content, which transcended physical distance, became an obsession for countless people.
That included not only the lower classes, but also the Middle Class, the Upper Class, and the Privileged Class of the Ruling Class.
"How did you come up with this idea?" Conner stood before Lin Qi, his face glowing with pride as he bragged about his achievements.
He had already become one of the few powerful Lords in the game, and his territory had entered the Castle Age. In truth, not that much time had passed.
As for why he was so outstanding, the simple answer was that he had money.
Conner had used a classical term as his in-game name. Translated, it meant "Happy Monarch," while his Lord emblem was a gigantic dick.
Many players and administrators under his command were extremely dissatisfied with the emblem. They believed that playing a game while flying a dick would make them the target of ridicule from other players.
But Conner had never agreed to change it. In fact, he even planned to replace it with a picture of his own dick.
He would take a photo and upload it.
Lin Qi naturally refused. The current emblems were outlined in pixels, and if Conner really did that, the game would become a laughingstock.
Conner had invested a huge amount of money into the game, especially into the Dick Knight Order. Quite a few high-level players had gathered there, and every week they received cash rewards of between two and five hundred dollars from Conner.
That came to a minimum of eight hundred dollars and a maximum of two thousand dollars per month. In the shelters of the present day, that was by no