Ke Meng woke up.
As he gazed at the high ceiling, a long-missed sense of ease had barely washed over him before he remembered what was happening in the game.
In one month, the highest-level player had already reached level 180.
Compared with their earlier pace, the players were undoubtedly leveling much more slowly, but given this game's unusual difficulty, slowing down was only natural.
If they kept grinding at a rate of one level a day, Ke Meng would be the one in mortal danger. Fortunately, their leveling speed wasn't constant.
Even with an entire nation's resources devoted to researching ways to level up, it had still taken them so long to reach level 180. Every level after that would demand enormous amounts of time and energy. It certainly wouldn't get any easier.
Ke Meng had even considered mobilizing the Black Ghost and his wild monster followers to attack the top players, making them lose levels through death and slowing their progress.
It was a dirty tactic, but Ke Meng felt no shame about it.
The only problem was conveying the message. If it was too long, his followers were liable to misunderstand.
After all, an Evil God's words were full of chaotic information. For followers listening to those words, merely avoiding complete insanity was already an impressive feat. Understanding them clearly was almost impossible.
Last night, Ke Meng had used the Evil Thought Orb as a vessel and infused it with his intent. Then, using his skill for assigning missions to followers, he had turned the vessel containing his intent into an associated object for issuing missions.
The object was already close to its limit just holding Ke Meng's intent. He couldn't pour any more into it, so for now, he couldn't do anything new with it.
There