"The game is weakening humanity! Ordinary people are nothing but fodder—they're experimental expendables and weapons for balancing the game world. As for humanity's elite, the Players: low-level Players are worn down by Aliens and Dungeons, while high-level Players have their will ground away until they give up pursuing the limits of humanity. That way, whether ordinary people or Players, whenever the game needs them, they can be turned into expendables, into nourishment, into things that can be casually discarded!"
"And don't forget the Aftereffects of Evolution. Even Super Players could die from them. Do you understand? If this goes on, whether in ten years, a hundred, or a thousand, humanity will never escape the control of the people who made the game! We're nothing but livestock kept in a pen!"
The room was silent. Apart from Dr. Dian's ragged breathing, there was hardly a sound. After venting, Dr. Dian seemed to come back to his senses a little. Shock and regret crossed his face, but before he could do anything to make amends, the assistant robot beside him returned the cup he had knocked onto the floor to the table.
The cup was perfectly intact, like a bucket of cold water poured over his head. Dr. Dian stared blankly, then tipped his head back, losing control once more. Though his eyes were fixed upward, his slumped shoulders and labored breathing made it seem as if he were being dragged underwater.
"Crack!" The cup shattered in the administrator's hand. Dr. Dian lowered his head and saw the person opposite him smiling. Only then did he belatedly realize that something was wrong with both him and the other person.
Xu Huo, disguised as an administrator, raised a hand to signal that he should remain calm, then said to the assistant robot beside