The players were so excited they could barely speak coherently.
Messages on the World Channel were refreshing at a terrifying speed—so fast that no one could even tell who was saying what anymore.
Some people dug up the old posts mocking Faustus and started slapping faces one by one.
Others were already doing the math in their heads—if they could follow a godlike figure like him, maybe they could get a share of the spoils too...
But beneath all that excitement and noise was something else entirely:
the entire player base's almost blind worship of Faustus.
He was no longer merely the "number one player."
He had become a god among players—the absolute ceiling that all others could only look up to and never hope to reach.
…
Yet inside the encrypted channels of the major guilds, the atmosphere was completely different.
The core group of Eternal Hawk had been silent for a long time.
At last, someone broke the deadlock.
"Guild Leader... are we still recruiting?"
