As the 2.3 storyline progressed, the players who had joined the various factions finally entered the spotlight they had been longing for.
Fight, fight, fight!
At this point, whether they were the more than twenty million players who had joined the Silent Court, the players who had joined the Revolutionary Army, or those who had banded together to form an interstellar hunter company and roamed among the various factions, they had all been mobilized.
Missions came flying at them like snowflakes.
In the past, players had to compete for the good missions. Now, even players of merely average ability could pick and choose.
This change was thanks to the fact that all the top factions in the game were locked in battle.
The fighting wasn't particularly intense yet. But precisely because the war hadn't reached the point where Dominators and Transcendents had to risk their lives, players—with an average strength of S-Rank—had plenty of room to show what they could do.
Unable to gauge the enemy's strength and afraid to attack rashly?
That was all ancient history.
Now, they sent the players in first, no questions asked.
If they could take the enemy down, great. If not, at least they'd find out how strong the enemy really was.
The players' arrival had changed the very nature of interstellar warfare.
Some old-school military commanders couldn't help but sigh over it. "Kids these days have it easy. When they can't make up their minds, they just send the Undying in to die. Back in our day, we had to think about so much more: whether we could afford to send them, how to send them, when to send them, the public opinion afterward... It was too hard."
The value of the players was plain to see.
Along with eagerly taking part in