As news of the Eagle Kingdom's military mutiny reached the Brahma Kingdom, an old goods yard in Mumbai had already been surrounded by a supernatural force.
The local authorities had summoned independent players to discuss new regulations, only to demand after they entered that they be reassigned to designated Guilds according to their original castes.
In the middle of the yard, an officer unfurled a list.
"Anyone who refuses to register, take them all away!"
Muhammad raised his thick steel shield before him. Behind him, his poor brothers stared at the uniformed lackeys. Some swallowed hard, but none left.
After several months of fighting together, [Muhammad] had gradually become the leader and spiritual pillar of all the poor.
They had finally left the Guilds, rented homes with their game earnings, and supported their families. Now they were supposed to hand over everything they had earned again?
An official representative in a white robe stopped the officer and walked over to Muhammad.
"Have you considered the invitation?"
Muhammad recognized him.
Yesterday, this man had come to his home bearing gifts. He had promised him a position and a residence, saying his mother could move into the district where high-caste families lived. Upon hearing that, his mother had awkwardly smoothed down her clothes and asked whether she would cause trouble for her son.
Over the past three months, he had saved enough money to buy a gaming pod and let his once-gravely ill mother enter the game as well. As her level rose and Titan Mapping took effect, her old illness had gradually healed along with the strengthening of her real body. She could now go out to buy groceries, yet she still habitually lowered her head before these people.
At the thought of that bowed head, Muhammad's fingers tightened around his