Wang Xuan withdrew his gaze, his expression calm and unruffled.
He was not indifferent to the plight of these ordinary Players, but there was truly nothing he could do.
From ancient times to the present, an invisible line of slaughter had always hung over everyone's heads.
No matter the era, no matter the civilization, some people would always be crushed at the very bottom, condemned to be exploited and abandoned.
This was not something he could change through his strength alone.
There was only one thing he could do now: eliminate the Royal Clan as thoroughly as possible.
This was not some righteous declaration, nor was it about upholding justice on Heaven's behalf. It was simply the most basic way to survive.
He possessed the Tower Master's Authority and had long become a thorn in the Royal Clan's side.
There was not the slightest room for compromise between them. Either they died, or he did.
Not only the Royal Clan—even the Federation, given the chance, would undoubtedly strike at him immediately and seek to eliminate him as quickly as possible.
This could be seen from the uniqueness of Authority.
As for whether the Players at the bottom could rise up after the Royal Clan was eliminated, whether they could escape their exploited fate, that was another matter and not within the scope of his current considerations.
He did not want to be a savior, nor was he qualified to be one. He only wanted to survive, carve out a bloody path, and stand above everyone else.
With a thought, the System Panel appeared.
"Ding!"
The mechanical, icy voice of the Heavens Tower rang out.
``` [Player Wang Xuan detected. You have entered the Heavens Tower Third Floor.]
[This floor is a High Martial Arts Plot World. Special mechanism activated: Luck