Su Mingan opened the red pocket watch with a "click". The current display was [8620/]. He raised his hand and aimed the dial at the large ball of light under the dome.
A number appears: [452].
There are 452 energy points! And it is still increasing!
After so many major resets, Luowasha only managed to accumulate about 8,000 energy points. But in just a few days, the players worked together and quickly got 452 energy points!
"The potential of the Fourth Calamity is indeed infinite... a total of 452 energy points, and the players only paid for some equipment and props that they don't need." Su Mingan sighed in his heart: "I really can't underestimate the players. I don't know where all this energy comes from, let alone how to gather these people. Thanks to Anthony and the others..."
Hundreds of millions of players throwing their weight into Luowasha, which has tens of billions of players, should not have made any splashes. But smart people gathered these forces and made them play the effect of "one plus one is greater than ten".
Su Mingan could not imagine the hardships behind it. In the past, he had difficulty cooperating on a project with a group of six or seven people in college, but now it is a global event involving hundreds of millions or even billions of people...
Politicians, businessmen, royal aristocrats, industry leaders, none of them have it simple.
"This is also thanks to the guidance of large organizations such as the United Group, the World Tree Guild, and the Guardian Alliance. It was they who sent people to tell us how to contact, how to negotiate, how to sign agreements... so that we can launch this world event." Anthony said with a smile.
"Yes." Su Mingan nodded and said, "Do you have the contact information of other players?"
"Yes," said Anthony.
Su Mingan nodded, slowly calmed down, and said in a deep voice:
"Let's have a meeting."
"Invite all the high-end players you can contact who are capable and trustworthy... You don't have to invite them to the scene, we can just communicate remotely. I have something to discuss with you."
Anthony's smile suddenly faded and he said seriously, "I'll go right away."
He turned away quickly, feeling a heaviness on his shoulders and his blood boiling.
These players are responsible for the rear.
Poseidon Lu, the immortal cultivator Mizushima Kawaseong, the witch Beiwang, Pope Boris, Yi Song, the follower of the Demon Mother Goddess, and other people who have come into contact with god-level power are responsible for stabilizing the mid-range.
Su Mingan and the gods of Yunshang City are in charge of the front line, connecting with higher dimensions and gods.
It's like the flow of rivers and seas, with waves crashing against the shore. No one knows whether it will sink to the bottom along with the tsunami, or successfully hit the sky.
It seemed as if fate had converged here, and the moment he saw Su Mingan arriving here, he had an indescribable strong premonition.
"This reminds me of a sentence quoted by those old men from the United Group after the end of the Fifth World..."
Anthony's heart was surging, and he murmured to himself:
"Hey, best of times, worst of times..."
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May 31, 2025
Nine o'clock in the morning.
Thirty-seven chairs were placed on a round table, with a bouquet of flowers standing in the center.
Three lotus-shaped chandeliers emit a bright but not dazzling light, and the rising sun and the distant horizon are reflected outside the window.
Each chair either had a person sitting on it or a remote device on it. When Su Mingan sat down in the first chair facing the French window, the room was extremely quiet.
The black-haired young man had soft eyebrows and slightly dim eyes. The gray under his eyes became more and more serious. His face was pale and his lips were almost colorless. Despite this, his back was still straight, his hands were placed on his chin, and his fingers were clasped together.
The large patch of warm orange sunlight behind him outlined the edges of his figure and painted over his slightly curled black hair. The backlight made his expression gradually become unclear, with only the vague contours of his brow bone and nose bridge.
His eyes slowly swept across the round table, starting from Lu Likarpos, who was closest to him on the left, and all the way to Lu Shu, who was closest to him on the right.
"Thirty-seven..." he murmured.
Anthony, who was sitting farther away from him, immediately said, "If it's not enough, I can contact more people."
"No, that's enough. It's even a little beyond my expectations." Su Mingan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Everyone, this should be the first time since the beginning of the eleventh world... No, it should be the first time since the beginning of the world game that I have held a meeting with you in this manner."
The atmosphere was somewhat solemn. Facing the huge crisis of destruction, no high-end player dared to relax.
At this time, Aini, who was in the eighth seat, sighed and said, "In the past, it was the old men and women in the United Group who kept talking, full of empty words and clichés. Eshkol should have handed the microphone to you a long time ago... No, you used to be a social phobic. If you had said so, I would have asked you to give speeches every day."
...I have a little bit of it now, but it was all forced upon me. I used to hate showing my face in game live broadcasts...Su Mingan kept smiling.
Aini's words eased the atmosphere a little and people looked a little more relaxed.
"I would like to thank everyone for their efforts so far." Su Mingan said, "I just came back from the front line, and I am not very clear about the situation of each line. Can you report it to me from left to right? Each person please limit it to half a minute. If there is any particularly critical information, please feel free to let me know."
Everyone looked at each other.
On the sixteenth chair, Mizushima Kawashima showed an understanding expression.
"This young man must have run into trouble, and big trouble..." said the old grandfather in Mizushima Kawase's mind.
"He needs our help, so he asked about our current situation..." On the 30th chair, Agnes, a beautiful woman wearing Alice's puffy skirt, nodded silently in her heart.
"The president really can't turn back. He has done too many wrong things..." Angelica, the manager of the New World Guild, who was in the 36th chair, sighed silently and covered her face.
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