"How many people did it take to sustain a country and make it worthy of the name?" Xu Huo asked in return.
The King's throne was a Dungeon, and the King had become the product of a system. If there were no people from District 031 left in this Dungeon, what would it even be?
Without the people of District 031, what meaning would the King's existence have?
Could the Dungeon only be destroyed by destroying the Twelve Main Cities?
The foundation on which the King's throne Dungeon had been born was the history and culture of District 031, along with the ordinary people who lived here.
The crew cut man fell silent. That was true, but in practice it could also backfire. These Players who were stuck here might not have cared what happened to ordinary people before, but restricting them could make them rebel instead.
Still, this wasn't something he needed to worry about, so he asked, "How will the rest of us be dealt with?"
"I only wrote some basic provisions. They're not comprehensive. The Twelve Main Cities and the Allied Army will add to them as appropriate. You'll have to help flesh them out and polish the wording. Once they're finished, we'll make them public in all the election cities." Xu Huo made his arrangements as if it were only natural.
The crew cut man frowned. "And what about the King's castle..."
"You can leave some people here if you want," Xu Huo said casually. "But just like the other Players stuck here, don't enter the King's castle."
The crew cut man couldn't quite make sense of what he meant, but seeing that he had nothing more to say, he led his people out.
Only a little over forty Players had come from King City. In