On the empty streets of the main city, only the local inhabitants looked bewildered as they watched the players turn into indescribable waste.
Some NPCs picked up brooms, swept up the rubbish, and dumped it into trash cans.
Mage NPCs snapped their fingers and released flames, burning away the indescribable waste.
Every NPC in this city was a max-level powerhouse with extremely high resistance and powerful skills. There was nothing they could not burn.
Ke Meng walked down the street, watching them use their skills. The glow of their flame effects was suppressed to the bare minimum. Unlike nuclear bombs, they did not erupt into enormous bursts of light pollution, but the terrifying power within them was enough to blast through the ground.
Ke Meng made his way through the alleys without drawing attention, sensing the changes in the city. The players had already left; not one remained.
As a small house's shadow covered his body, Ke Meng pinched a Teleportation Talisman and left.
It was time, but Ke Meng did not return to reality to sleep.
This was not a good time. The A Meng incident was at its peak, and not only would all the Orange Star People discuss A Meng in their dreams, but the Cthulhu Followers would as well.
Ke Meng avoided hearing discussions about A Meng in the joint dream. In theory, this was not a good topic. As soon as Ke Meng listened, Cthulhu would pick up information about A Meng and then deduce something from it.
After all, some people on Blue Star also called Ke Meng A Meng.
Ke Meng had chosen that username for convenience when he registered it. Now it had become another source of trouble.
In fact, Ke Meng had also considered the possibility that Cthulhu already knew about