After days of transfers, nearly all the players wandering around the continent had been gathered along the Locust's Great Wall defense line.
Nearly fifteen thousand players had assembled here, turning the entire defense line into a noisy spectacle. Their strange, hopping gait was visible everywhere, and wherever there was fun to be had, these guys were sure to show up.
They were far too good at causing trouble!
They kept pestering the battle-weary soldiers, trying to "trigger quests." This had led to frequent clashes in the military camps, leaving commanders at every level tearing their hair out. Even so, they silently put up with the bizarre antics these crazed outsiders came up with from time to time.
That was because they all knew that whenever a fight broke out, they could always count on these oddballs from another world.
Especially when the players risked the increasingly dangerous sea of insects to drag back soldiers who should have been beyond saving. Every soldier who had once cursed them would apologize in the most abashed manner. Little did they know that these heroic battles and noble rescues were nothing more than "quests from the damn devs."
For the development team, though, coordinating interactions among so many players and triggering real-time quests was a terrifying challenge in every sense.
"I'm doomed, I'm doomed, I'm doomed!!!"
Murphy had just opened his eyes in Triss's warm embrace, ready to greet the new day refreshed, when Lady Rose's "loser's wail" sounded in his ear.
Her weak, frantic tone startled him. As he searched beside the bed for his clothes and put them on, he asked curiously:
"What's wrong? Did you lose a divine war? Did some abomination from the Warp invade your divine realm? Do you need me to call the sentinels for backup?"
"No, the