All the Last Shelter Online players with online status from all existing servers had been moved to another island in the south based on the world map right now. The island, which was only described as black without a name, had become a gathering place for millions of players right now.
The current total online players were 85 million players. They came from various factions. Now, they were gathered here and crammed into one another. It didn't matter whether they were rich or they had sacrificed all their savings to try their luck in the game. A fair equality.
Rich and poor.
Those two differentiators were the things WynterRain hated the most. A very unfair social status, especially for him.
In front of millions of the players, a transparent screen appeared. It displayed two letters that were close together.
[GM]