Whether players or NPCs, or even the project team, they're all just pieces in this game.
Who can truly control their fate?
It's just... the time hasn't come yet, and until then, one must endure in silence.
One can't even express the slightest dissatisfaction with the game.
But what he had just said to the bearded man wasn't a lie.
The NPCs in this world did indeed seem unlike NPCs, each with their own way of thinking, nothing like the NPCs he had encountered in previous maps, not like those that were created.
It was more like... a whole planet had been transformed alive into a map.
And the original inhabitants of this planet were remodelled into players.
Suddenly, a roaring shout from the surroundings interrupted his contemplation.
"World peace!!!"
A bare-chested man, holding his firearm aloft, bellowed excitedly.
Following that voice,
others around him also started shouting with thrilled emotions.
Seeing this,