When the second Great Flood came, no one had expected it to be so ruthless.
The last time a flood had destroyed the world, at least it had happened gradually.
First it rained for days, then the water slowly rose. Before they died, players had at least had time to curse the developers, salvage a few pieces of equipment, and hold their cultivation partners close for a few words from the heart.
Not this time. The clouds above the Divine Mountain's summit split open, and a vast sheet of white water poured through the breach.
This was more than rain and rising water.
It was as though an invisible hand had shoved the entire world underwater!!
Even more outrageously:
You died if you were online, and you died if you were offline!!!
Those online were swept into the flood, struggled a few times, and vanished.
Those offline logged back in after the flood and opened their eyes to find themselves on a resurrection cooldown. Before they could even ask what had happened, the system automatically displayed their death records.
One player posted on the forum that he had been meditating in his Cave Abode when he suddenly felt a chill above his head. Before he could look up, he was swept away. From the moment the flood poured in to his death took three breaths, and he had spent one of them swearing.
This time, a full eight hundred billion players drowned.
What did eight hundred billion mean?
When the last apocalypse struck, the Great Flood had only a few hundred billion registered users in total, and its peak concurrent player count had barely reached a hundred billion.
Half a year later, no one knew how many times its registered user count had multiplied. Eight hundred billion people had drowned