As the players arrived, messages flooded the Region Channel.
"Hahaha, hell yeah! Now this is mowing down mobs. So much better than that nightmare crap back in the village."
"There's nothing like finally letting loose after being pent up for so long. The outside world really is exciting."
"That patch on the left is mine. I just got new rune gauntlets and needed somewhere to break them in. Let me at them."
"Healers, keep those buffs coming. I'm about to have some fun."
"Quit yapping and clear the field. Boss Divine King is watching from above. Once we finish, we're going back to beat up Bully."
Raucous cheers, battle cries, and players' banter echoed in every player's ears through the Region Channel.
It was entirely different from the Velvet Spirit Tribe's tragic, heroic atmosphere.
In the players' eyes, this was a grand carnival, a long-awaited feast of slaughter.
Divine King and the other leaders of the top United Warbands had considered expanding outward.
After all, there were no bosses as obnoxious as Di Nian Bully out there. Every fight looked like pure fun.
But after careful internal assessments, each Warband had rationally chosen to abandon the idea.
The foremost problem was time.
Exploring beyond their territory meant that after every death and resurrection, they would have to make a long journey over mountains and rivers to return to the front and rejoin their Warband.
As their exploration pushed farther outward, the time spent traveling would stretch on indefinitely.
For Warband members who valued efficiency and enjoyment, spending large portions of their time online "running across maps" without earning anything was undoubtedly a waste.
Second was the sustainability of resources.
The monsters outside could not spawn almost endlessly through rules like Di Nian Bully's dark tide or the Zerg Master Brain's