At noon on April 29, Ruins of Sunset.
A blond, blue-eyed young white man appeared beneath the World Tree. As if no one else existed, he parted the crowd gathered before the Tower of Babel and headed toward the cluster of European-style buildings at the edge of the square.
Along the way, fragments of conversation poured into his ears, unconsciously collected and faithfully transmitted.
"Out of all the names on the Revelation Fragment Stele, Nine Provinces and Listen Wind only claimed five between them, and that's including the former Ark Guild. They supposedly prepared so much for a rainy day, yet in the end they only took this many slots. Who knows what they were planning all that time?"
"I did the math. Excluding those suspected to be gods and Charlie, who's confirmed to be an NPC, there are only thirteen slots total. Five is already a lot, okay?"
"Heh, five out of thirteen isn't even a majority vote. Meanwhile, Sariel and the Church of the Scales, who everyone wants dead, have a clear advantage. I said it long ago—the Slaughter Style is the model the Eerie Game encourages."
"Don't put it like that. Doesn't the Unnamed Guild have three slots too? And I heard that each Identity Card holder can bring several teammates into an Instance. Fu Jue has an Identity Card, which means Yu Jinsheng, Dream Teller, and that whole group are qualified to enter the final Instance."
"Exactly. In the end, it still comes down to overall strength. The Revelation Fragment Stele is just something to look at. No matter how many Identity Cards Sariel and the Church of the Scales have, they can't gather enough top-ranked Players to form a team."
"Revelation Fragment Stele" was the name Players had given the newly appeared stone monument engraved