Our Paths Diverged
"Young man, don't let a moment of anger push you onto a more radical path."
Xu Huo paid no heed to his advice and brought up something else instead. "A-class wormhole points, and even Stellar Group, which developed the game, can restrict players' abilities to the greatest extent."
"Items, abilities, even Super Evolution and instruments—all of them, along with naturally born intelligent Dungeon holders, are unable to escape the game."
"So the war between players and the game is a war of technology." The white-haired elder gazed at the sun as it slowly sank ahead. "Most players eventually reach a dead end in their evolution. Only when they've gone as far as they can do they realize that the personal strength they believed in is insignificant before the game."
"However..." He changed tack and pointed at the fading light ahead. "The game is like this star. The longer time passes, the clearer its weaknesses become. The more people who know about it, the more people will understand it. What use is it to build a defensive wall before a star? More and more people will rush toward it."
"Besides, the game isn't as omnipotent as you imagine."
"The existence of Wanted Criminals proves that. If it could, there shouldn't be anyone in the game who breaks its rules."
"Intelligent items and mutated species born naturally have, in fact, already escaped the game's sphere of forced control. Without absolute control, all that remains is a fair contest of strength."
"The same goes for people."
At the Fish Banquet, Xu Huo had once wavered because of something Shi Shuai said. After all, before the humans who had first developed the game, later wormhole points and players were nothing. If the game could still forcibly interfere with and control all