The damn game had been beaten to pieces? What did that mean?
Yang Ling warily looked at those people and saw virtual characters above their heads.
This sight was far too familiar to him!
Half the games he had played had labels like this.
The labels above their heads were:
[Netherworld]
He looked above his own head.
[Divine Realm]
"They're game labels, so they're players from another game called [Netherworld]!"
Yang Ling looked around. The bustling plaza contained at least a thousand figures, along with countless shops.
He even had the illusion that he had left the Divine Realm and returned to a plaza somewhere in the real world.
Every player here had the name of their game displayed above their head.
[Netherworld]
[Mystic Antiquity]
[War Martial]
For the time being, he saw no other game labels. As for [Divine Realm], he was the only one.
"Netherworld has fewer players, Mystic Antiquity comes next, and War Martial has the most."
"Stop looking. You're the only Divine Realm player here."
"What should I call you, brother? I'm Heartless Sword, a Netherworld player."
Heartless Sword? Yang Ling tried to open the other man's Attribute Panel, but nothing happened.
His heart sank. His foolproof method did not work in the Grandmaster Network?
Judging from his aura, the other man was merely a Lower Fourth-Grade Grandmaster.
His Mental Power could not possibly exceed Yang Ling's.
"That isn't your real name, is it?"
Yang Ling pondered aloud.
Heartless Sword laughed. "Who uses their real name in the Grandmaster Network? If someone curses you to death using your name, who's to blame for that?"
"You can curse someone to death using their name?"
Yang Ling's expression shifted slightly as he said in a low voice,
"My name is Luo Kai. That's my real name. I'm not