Similar scenes were unfolding across Doomgreen Forest.
Thousands upon thousands of players formed squads of varying sizes, hunting goblins in the dense forest.
Some, like Sunborn's team, were highly coordinated and extremely efficient.
Some were inexperienced, stumbling along, but still enjoying themselves.
Some got lucky, picking off lone goblins and returning to turn in their tasks with delight.
Some got unlucky, encountering large goblin patrols and being chased all over the forest.
But no matter the outcome, everyone was farming merit points.
Everyone was getting stronger.
This was the strength of hundreds of millions of players.
Daniel sat in Lord's Manor, watching the constantly updating numbers in the backend, a smile gradually forming on his lips.
To leverage the strength of the players—this was truly a joyous thing.
…
One day later
Luminara.
Daniel entered the Intelligence Bureau and approached the task window.
"Submit task."
