Bully Nebula, Bully City.
The million evil spirits had all returned, and pitch-black towers rose one after another in the heart of the city.
Dark Tide spirit runes intertwined across the ground, with undercurrents surging ceaselessly.
Meanwhile, evil spirits wreathed in thick black mist occasionally passed through cross-world tunnels, heading out to wage conquest and plunder resources.
Di Nian sat on his void throne in the deepest reaches of Bully City, his dark red eyes overlooking the scene outside.
The external trading platform was packed, with players crowding every inch of open space.
Noisy fluctuations of thought kept intruding on his perception, wearing on his patience.
In just a few days, the newly launched "growth consultation service" had become wildly popular.
Countless beastly players had come after hearing of it.
The current quest platform was already struggling to accommodate the growing number of players.
Countless figures crowded into queues at the platform windows, and his projection clones simply could not handle them all.
It was not a shortage of computing power. The player population was simply too mixed, creating a vast amount of pointless harassment.
Beside him, Evil Eye watched the reservation figures leap wildly in the statistical database and spoke up. "Reservations are already full, and even more players are heading here. If you rely solely on personal, one-on-one guidance, even a hundred million clones couldn't serve them all in a short time."
Di Nian nodded in understanding.
The most important part of the trial operation was collecting information.
The initial attempt had yielded decent returns, but it also had plenty of drawbacks.
For the vast majority of players, their first words upon entering were always an inquiry about the price. Once they heard it, they turned and left.
The disparity in players' resources and wealth was enormous. The