"You can kill people without a shred of reason, but when someone comes to kill you, suddenly you want to be reasonable," Tong Chuan muttered from the sidelines. "You really think you deserve all the good things in the world."
The eldest sister shot him a look, signaling him to keep quiet. It wasn't a question of whether these people were reasonable. Too many players from A-class wormhole points had an overwhelming sense of superiority. Having emerged at the very beginning of the game, many of their Player Families had enjoyed every advantage. Not only were they far ahead of latecomers in evolution, even their wealth had been allocated to them. Some even treated later sub-districts as family property. Their immense wealth and advanced technology naturally made them consider themselves a cut above everyone else.
And in truth, they were. For all the Player Families at B-class wormhole points, they maintained friendly relations with the prominent Player Families at A-class wormhole points and avoided offending them whenever possible. After all, who knew how many connections a Player Family from an A-class wormhole point had behind it? What if they called in a Super Player from somewhere?
Even without a Super Player, those super machines alone were enough to give an ordinary sub-district serious trouble.
Under those circumstances, why would high-level players from A-class wormhole points regard people from other sub-districts as human beings, let alone ordinary players who clearly had no backing? They could kill someone without asking any questions, simply because they didn't like the look of them.
After all, in their eyes, the gap between one person and another might be greater than the gap between a person and an ant.
Of course, the same held true now. The two sides had merely traded roles.
The silver-haired man