Lin Bai looked at the lucky-account players recruited into the Reception Pool. None had a loyalty rating above thirty percent.
Thinking about it, that made sense.
The Game Company had introduced these lucky accounts expressly to oppose him. Why would it choose his fans?
A loyalty rating below thirty percent essentially made them strangers—the kind who could betray him and stab him in the back at any moment...
Ultimately, most players were born rebels. They were blades in the Game Company's hands, meant to cut down troublemakers like him who ran amok in someone else's game.
Lin Bai privately wondered whether the Game Company had refrained from attacking him directly because whoever controlled his motley collection of systems was keeping it in check!
After all, judging by their effects, the skills awarded by the systems were heaven-defying. Unlike the lucky accounts, they came fully leveled, with no cultivation required...
First, suppress their growth.
Second, turn them from the enemy's blades into his own.
Third, keep grinding missions to strengthen his abilities.
Fourth, speed up his efforts to take control of the world...
Lin Bai quickly worked out a response.
At present, he had too many enemies to handle with just himself and his fan disciples.
Forging alliances and driving tigers to devour wolves were necessary. There was no need to stop eating for fear of choking and push the lucky players away just because he feared their growth.
If he could actually kill them, that would be another matter.
Since he couldn't, why manufacture enemies out of thin air?
Besides, Lin Bai had always excelled at turning enemies into friends...
However wicked Cao Cao was, he still had true friends. However good Liu Bei was, he still had sworn enemies.
Once, with the systems' help, he had made