Countless player IDs bearing the C45 Zone and D41 Zone prefixes flooded into the channel like a rising tide.
Yet what happened next left all the veteran C13 Zone players dumbfounded. They had braced themselves for a shouting match with the newcomers, or even an outright fight.
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! What am I seeing? Never Checks the Fuel Gauge? Is this really Fuel Gauge's zone?"
"It really is C13 Zone! We actually got merged with Fuel Gauge! Hahaha, we're so damn lucky! Heaven finally took pity on us!"
"I'm begging Fuel Gauge to protect us! Boss, all three hundred members of our Blood Wolf Mercenary Group will bring our own supplies. We're willing to work ourselves to the bone for you!"
"It really is the Expedition Alliance! That's the only alliance on the entire server! Now that we're all in the same zone, doesn't that mean we have a chance to join the Expedition Alliance too?"
"Is anyone from the Expedition Alliance's management here? I'm the leader of the Ironblood Alliance from C45 Zone. We still have over three thousand members, and we're willing to follow the Expedition Alliance's orders unconditionally. All we ask is a chance to survive."
"Boohoo, we finally don't have to live in fear anymore! With Fuel Gauge here, even if the sky falls, someone strong will hold it up. I hereby declare that from today onward, I'm Fuel Gauge's most loyal dog!"
"..."
As the chat channel filled with pledges of allegiance, the veteran C13 Zone players felt as though a mouthful of blood had lodged in their chests, leaving them unable to spit it out or swallow it.
They had already drawn their weapons, only for the other side to slide straight onto their knees?
The contrast was just too much!