The Teleportation Array in the Armory

Since all the weapons here had been sent away, the armory had become completely empty.

The few people who had entered the armory looked at the weapon racks and could imagine what it must have looked like when they were full.

Looking at the empty room, Liu Zhi couldn't help sighing. When the more than four thousand weapons had flown up earlier, he hadn't thought much of it. But now that he thought about it, that player must have killed countless ordinary players on this plane.

Players who had become so twisted—next time Liu Zhi came across one, he'd kill them.

What kind of people were they? To advance to level 10, that player had killed so many others. It wasn't just a hundred or two hundred people, but three or four thousand.

And among the players on this world, the ratio of those who could advance to level 5 was nearly one in ten, or even one in fifteen. If more than four thousand players had died while advancing, just imagine how many had died before reaching level 5.

The players who had died on this plane probably wouldn't all fit in Fireblade City.

"Do players below level 5 not count as people?" Lucius said angrily, sharing Liu Zhi's bitter resentment.

Like Liu Zhi, he'd noticed the problem here. But he also knew something else: the number of dead players couldn't be calculated this way, because some players had become other equipment instead of weapons.

For example, Lucius had seen a player friend fail to advance to level 5 and die, only to become a Magic Book.

Some players had become clothes, armor, gloves, and other things, too.

Altogether, just over ten thousand players had successfully been transformed, while nearly a hundred thousand had died here.

That was why