Passive Growth

A year.

After this not-so-long stretch of time quietly passed.

The entire world seemed to have changed somewhat, yet it also seemed as if nothing had changed at all.

At least, the vast majority of beings could not feel that anything significant had happened during this period.

The world seemed to remain just as it had always been.

Those who had been slaughtering one another continued to slaughter one another.

Most of those who had been pretending to be dead continued pretending to be dead.

For this world, which had developed over countless years, this tiny amount of time was truly far too insignificant. It was nowhere near enough to brew up any major upheaval.

It was like a human blinking.

How should one put it...

This year could only be described as having passed by in a blur.

Even Purple Dreamland Company had experienced nothing particularly noteworthy during this year.

Everything.

Was barely any different from a year ago.

For example, the surging tide of outsiders was still surging fiercely. It showed signs of increasing, without the slightest hint of declining.

This was because, over the course of the year, some people who had been a certain distance away had finally arrived one after another.

If Purple Dreamland Company were a single point.

Then the outsiders' original locations would be all the regions surrounding that point.

The farther out the region, the larger the area it encompassed. The situation expanded outward in this manner.

Therefore.

As time passed, the number of people arriving at Purple Dreamland Company would naturally grow larger and larger.

In fact.

Because the world was excessively vast, the same was true for many regions.

As long as one was sufficiently powerful or sufficiently famous, the so-called flow of people would only grow larger and larger.