The people from the other two major settlements arrived quickly.
The wanderers came with them.
Quite a few of them were well-informed.
Noticing the major movements in the three major settlements, they immediately obtained news from within and followed along.
The last time so many people had gathered was when the Sky Whale sank into the Land of Ends.
They had almost devoured the Sky Whale completely.
If Whale Bone had not decayed quickly enough, not even the bones would have remained.
After that, even when resource-type treasures appeared, only a handful of experts would come to fight over them.
Now, aside from a small number who had not heard the news or gathered the intelligence, and an even smaller number who had chosen to give up, everyone in the Land of Ends had gathered here.
Looking at the nearly ten thousand people assembled before him, Naimus could not help but feel impressed by their quality.
If these people appeared in a normal world, they could probably alter the entire world's situation in an instant.
After all, they represented the most elite fraction of a world.
Of course, that fraction was nothing in the eyes of gods.
This world was shaped like an inverted pyramid; the higher one climbed, the more resources one possessed.
Even if everything in the Material Plane were preserved, it would only amount to a broken corner of the entire world.
To gods, only the Saints among them might hold some value.
But that was for gods, not for Naimus.
Naimus was not yet a god. He was not even a Mythical Breed.
If he could take these people out, even if it was only a small portion of them, his Fictional Protocol could rapidly grow stronger because of it.
The problem of lacking high-level combat