[Breaking News! War Declared on the Black Bees?]0

[Regular Players Deliver Justice to Vulture Party!]0

[Players Are Furious at the Black Bee Power Trip!]0

[“The Elven Forest Will Be Free for All,” Firmly Declares a High-Level Player.]0

[Will the Tyranny of the Top 10 Guilds Survive?]0

Countless articles filled with provocative words were scattered across the sea of information, and all these articles had one common term: Black Bee.0

As if a dam had burst, or a river had overflowed, the pent-up anger of normal players toward Black Bee erupted like a volcano fueled by this incident.0

“They don’t know their places…” Sting, the master of the Black Bee guild, muttered with a cold gaze.0

Messages were pouring into his chat window, updating him on the stances of rankers and various guilds. Even at a glance, the volume of messages was substantial. It was proof that many had never looked kindly upon Black Bee.0

They're all swarming in like hyenas, seeing this as their chance.0

However, Sting didn’t lose his temper. He was irritated but he maintained a calm expression as he sank deeply into his chair.0

This might actually...0