On Earth, gamers naturally could not have been this formidable. At least, up until Sui Xiong transmigrated, he had never heard of gamers anywhere being so powerful—those legendary cases of using PS2s to build supercomputers or using game controllers to pilot drones against enemy forces did not strictly count as gamers, because they were not playing games at all.
This was because on Earth, "many hands make light work" had to rest on the foundation of organization and a shared goal. A chaotic rabble scattered like loose sand had no fighting strength whatsoever. Gamers were spread across the four corners of the world and tended to be fairly undisciplined themselves. Other than online, it was nearly impossible for them to form any respectable organization, much less possess any real power.
But in this world, even without any organization, as long as they shared the same hobbies and attitudes, sheer numbers alone were enough to form a mighty force. Here, "will" was a tangible power. Gather the wishes of tens of thousands, and even the gods would turn their eyes toward it.
So it was hardly surprising that the scholar who had provoked public outrage ended up slinking away in disgrace.
After laughing, Sui Xiong brought up the matter of people lining up at the gaming center with Leon.
"In the freezing depths of winter, how can you let people queue up in the middle of the night?" he asked, somewhat displeased. "What if they get frostbite, or even freeze to death?"
"That really has happened before." Leon sighed. "When Infinite Terror was first released, someone froze to death while waiting in line that winter. So afterward, I sent soldiers to patrol at night and check on them regularly, making sure no one froze to death. But frostbite is still unavoidable,