The lousy game had been smashed to pieces? What did that mean?
Yang Ling warily looked at the group, only to see virtual text above their heads.
The sight was all too familiar to him!
Half the games he had played had labels like these.
The labels above their heads read:
[Weird Realm]
He looked up above his own forehead.
[Divine Domain]
"They're game labels, so they're players from another game called [Weird Realm]!"
Yang Ling looked around. There were at least a thousand figures in the bustling square, along with countless shops.
For a moment, he even had the illusion that he had left Divine Domain and returned to a square somewhere in the real world.
Every player here had a game name label above their head.
[Weird Realm]
[Mystic Antiquity]
[War Martial]
He saw no other game labels for the moment. As for [Divine Domain], he was the only one.
"There are fewer Weird Realm players, followed by Mystic Antiquity players. War Martial players are the most numerous."
"Stop looking. You're the only Divine Domain player here."
"What should we call you, brother? I'm Heartless Sword, a Weird Realm player."
Heartless Sword? Yang Ling tried to open the other man's Attribute Panel, but nothing happened.
His heart sank. Did the method that had never failed him not work in the Grandmaster Network?
Judging by his aura, the other man was only a Lower Fourth-Rank Grandmaster.
His Mental Power couldn't possibly be higher than Yang Ling's.
"That isn't your real name, is it?"
Yang Ling said thoughtfully.
Heartless Sword laughed. "Who uses their real name in the Grandmaster Network? If someone used your name to curse you to death, who would you blame?"
"You can curse someone to death using their name?"
Yang Ling's expression shifted slightly, and he