Without a doubt, the blaze ignited by the Forced True Body Mission had sent nearly everyone into an uproar.
Even though the relevant departments had clearly tried to downplay the impact, plenty of people on the internet who claimed to have "seen it coming" still spoke up with a certain smug satisfaction, whether out of sour grapes or self-conceit.
They said the Main God Users' good days were over; you knew the rules. From now on, this would be a world ground down by flesh and death. You all had rushed to jump into something that obviously carried enormous risks, like idiots without a brain. Feeling stupid now, aren't you—
There was no need to mention the various disturbances and suppressions in the information world. Few users were foolish enough to get distracted by such trivial nonsense at a time like this.
Yet in reality, under layers of pressure—especially with the Sword of Damocles hanging overhead—all sorts of underhanded schemes and shifting loyalties were playing out in turn.
Leaving everything else aside, the major networking efforts among Main God Users alone had clearly been intensifying over these short few days.
Li Yun himself had received more than a dozen calls. Most were from acquaintances he had only met once at gatherings before, "friends by chance" who now came probing to test each other's intentions.
—By now, all the "fish" had become active.
At first, he had more or less entertained a few of them. Later, he grew tired of it and simply turned on Do Not Disturb.
That worked for his phone, but it was harder to do the same with people he met face-to-face every day.
Seeing Fatty Yuan block his path beside the factory district plaza, looking as though he wanted to speak but hesitated, then hesitated but