Gray Wind was deeply shaken.
Wasn't that a bit too much of a leap in logic?
How had he gone from resurrection to killing other "Higher-Dimensional Descenders"?
So Eric hadn't done all this just for Zandar?
What an unexpected yet perfectly reasonable choice!
How could someone as controlling as Eric tolerate variables? How could he bear to let others turn his Cosmos into a complete mess?
Even if the odds of anyone else coming here were vanishingly small, he would still prepare countermeasures in advance.
So Xianyu thought.
Next came his fallback plan.
Was it the system?
He asked:
"What were those people's systems like?"
Gray Wind spoke as she recalled them:
"Just like a game. There were maps, inventories, equipment, stat panels..."
Xianyu listened quietly, the smile on his face growing gentler.
So it really was a system.
What a wonderful surprise.
Seeing his expression, Gray Wind felt a deep sense of foreboding.
She spoke faster, clearly laying out the system's various functions. Finally, she added stiffly:
"Oh, and game customer support. Why? Is something wrong?"
Xianyu laughed aloud.
"It's just like..."
He enunciated every word:
"Mine-"
Gray Wind opened her mouth helplessly, then fell silent.
Eric's system was the same as everyone else's.
Was there anything wrong with that statement?
There was everything wrong with it.
It was like developing a game.
From the initial product planning to technical development, and finally the art design...
Eric had handled almost the entire process alone.
He planned ten steps ahead with every move. No, more accurately, a hundred steps-
How could someone like that... leave himself with nothing but a system?
Once the game officially launched, would its developer pass up a max-level account and insist on creating a fresh one, grinding from scratch like every other player?
Of course