Don’t look at it, we are not on the same planet, or even in the same space.
With the connection of the market as a network, everyone has acquiesced that what appears here is a whole.
And those things that are inherently invisible are stowaways and species invasions.
What they have to face is to stop this invasion that breaks the balance.
In fact, the market is not just a simple market, it is more like a customs, border, and entry-exit management checkpoint.
Block everything that does not conform to the rules from the real door.
The administrator is the gatekeeper of this level.
The native creatures they selected from the market became the soldiers in front of each passage.
It is the greatest assistance and fighting force they can use.
At this time, you need to ask a very serious question.
"What will happen if the crack cannot be defended?"
The whole group fell silent.
Those who don’t know really want to know the result, while those who know don’t know how to tell everyone.
One of the oldest among them, the group leader of this community network, spoke after being silent for a while.
"Do you remember, some of the evacuated markets?"
"Do you know what happened to those administrators?"
When it comes to this, everyone will shake their heads.
The administrators in this group are all chatting and exchanging information in this closed-loop environment.
Even if there are tasks, they must be submitted to the upper level of the market.
There is some friendship, but it is too weak.
As for the offline basics...
Then stop thinking about it, let alone how far apart they are, they are not even in the same dimension.
Even friends with whom we have a good conversation will be automatically removed from the group after resigning.
There is no way to get in touch again.
There are basically only two types of communication devices owned by administrators.
The plane where their market is located or any place on the planet is an area that they can contact if they want.
The other is in this administrator public network.
As for their former birthplace, they need to temporarily break away from this administrator position before they can use their own private means to communicate.
For the rest, there are no special methods.
To be honest, the communication method they left behind in private was not that coincidental. The communication frequency bands of the two people happened to be in the same area.
Most friends who want to chat privately pick up their personal contact information and make a call before sending it, but the contact information of the other party does not exist.
This is not as simple as no signal and arrears.
This is simply no way to communicate.
Since they can't be contacted, they naturally don't know what the life of these friends who have resigned will be like after that.
So what are they like?
The group owner sent them a video.
Everyone was shocked by the result of not defending after the crack invaded.
Part of the market location was directly sealed with sol by the management.
It's a real preservation.
The other party's invasion relies on the creatures around the cracks.
The best way to organize it is to wrap the entire planet or plane where the crack is located with gel.
It's like beeswax wrapped in a small insect, completely sealed, and there is no leakage or unsealing at all.
If it is tightly blocked, the existence of the market will be unnecessary.
The resources they were able to collect and their strong teammates disappeared with the demise of this planet and this plane.
So what are they doing lying on the surface of this amber?
It makes no sense anymore.
Most of the administrators withdrew from the market.
Then go to the management office to collect the fine.
As for the punishment measures, naturally only the losers know the rules.
What about a small group of people?
You must know that the first condition for a living being to be called an intelligent race is to awaken its nature and be able to think independently.
The higher one reaches the level of administrator, the more advanced the race of the creature is.
Many of them are ancient races, or extremely highly evolved ethnic groups, and are qualified to serve as administrators on lower-level planets or planes.
Since it is a highly intelligent community, it will naturally have entanglements with creatures in low-level management areas.
They were stationed there because the place where the crack was was valuable.
Like the earth, there are countless people who can talk to each other as equals.
Among them, no one can guarantee that there will only be a few true friends.
There are even those who are right with each other. It is not a big deal to establish a power, a palace, and a political power here.
Then these administrators naturally have a bond with what they already have.
External forces want to destroy it, but I can't stop it...
Many desperate or passionate people have made the decision to protect her forever or to die together.
At that time, it was true that the planet was here and people were here, the planet was dead, and the people were dead.
After listening to the above statement, I saw several endings.
This time it was the administrators' turn to be silent.
I don’t know how long this silence lasted before the largest group of people in the center spoke up.
"What's this?"
"Just plug the crack and hammer the person on the other side to death."
"Find more powerful ones and let's hammer them together."
"It's hard to find it outside. Isn't it still hard to find it locally?"
"The people over there are always the best at fighting no matter what they do."
"Let them protect their descendants and become true guardians. No one is unwilling."
"Is this a problem for us?"
"A few of those who dare to come here to be administrators are useless."
"Whether it's physical or mental... if you want to hold on to it, it's not a question of whether you think about it or not, or whether you take it seriously."
"Everyone is mentally prepared before becoming an administrator, right?"
"Now that I know what my responsibilities are, I just want to do it more seriously and carefully."
"It's a good thing!"
"Yes!" "That's right!" "That's a good thing!"
After some words, everyone expressed their agreement.
Not only is it a good thing, it's a huge good thing.
This gives them many more ways to defend themselves, which is better than not paying attention or asking about it before.
Then some of the practices of some people before will not work.
It's just like the earth's administrator's initial free-range state, it won't work.
He was so arrogant that he asked the first batch of shop owners to collect crystal stones and cores...
How much heart does this have to send his potential guardian seedlings into a death trap?
"So, you have to pay attention in the future and change your ways."
Thanks to Mai Fan who found him a way to make money.
Just the money-crazy administrator is...
Even if he knew that there was no room for error in this crack, he would not stop trying to reap the benefits.
