Granblue Fantasy: Relink Player Count Novels & Stories

Then the digits started dropping. One by one, at first. Then faster. 0549. 0548. 0547. 0546. 0545— My throat tightened. The numbers kept falling. 0520. 0500. 0460. 0400. 0380. 0360. 0345. 0336. And then it stopped. And the number 336 blinked on the screen in harsh white light. The Game Master clapped its hands together. “Well,” it chirped, its grin widening. “I hope that explained itself. We’re down to Three Hundred And Thirty-six Players!”

] [SPERM COUNT: 10M/107M] [PLAYERS: 45/45] _______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchantrix Race! _______ ~END of CHAPTER SIX~

I breathed. "They're real," Julian confirmed. "Every person in your team is another transmigrator. Another person pulled from their original world to play the Hunter System Game. That's the one mercy, the game doesn't let players form bonds with NPCs. Only other players. So everyone you care about is real." "How many people are playing?" "In Lenore? About forty thousand active players at any given time. The rest of the population, the millions of civilians, the House bureaucrats, the random people in crowds,mostly NPCs. Sophisticated enough to be convincing, limited enough to not strain the system."

--- ✦ INFINITE CHAOS SYSTEM — INITIALIZATION COMPLETE ✦ Congratulations, Host. You are currently ranked: #9,876,532 out of 9,876,532 active users. You are in last place. Please try not to embarrass the System. --- I read it once. I read it again. I read it a third time, in case the words rearrange themselves into something less insulting on the third pass. They do not. "Last place," I say, out loud, to the glowing interface floating in my modest room above a cracked floor. "Out of nine million, eight hundred and seventy-six thousand, five hundred and thirty-two people. I am specifically last."

I just want to be a crafter, nothing else. The announcement went off three times, shocking all the players online across all the currently available continents.

“Are you sure you don’t see it?” Zen and Damian shook their heads. Apart from the colour change in player names, there was nothing else. “Oh… I think I figured it out. Our progress is ahead of them. Scroll down. It says here at the bottom that sharing progress tracking may interfere with player experience from a lower level. We’ve already cleared the tenth floor once, and the paths we took before will automatically be shared with the new alliance members if we enable this option.”

The two of them headed to the house's gaming room. Inside, there were top-of-the-line gaming computers. Grace and Caleb started playing a tower defense game. The game was called "Legends of Triumph" and had nearly 800 million registered users worldwide. After playing only two rounds, they were thoroughly defeated by the opposing team. Grace, feeling defeated, slumped in her gaming chair. "Caleb, we're terrible. We need some help." "Okay, I'll arrange for some assistance right away."

Her dress actually stayed white at the end! 【Unbelievable. This new player just changed her entire attribute set. She’s got some serious skills.】 The next morning, I woke to the sound of that eerie mechanical voice again: 【Initial players: 30 | Current survivors: 15】 Half-asleep, I grabbed my phone and saw the player chat blowing up. Another five people had died overnight. Three of them were killed by the entities.

“So, this is what you don’t understand about gamers. You have to know that a gaming account that is worth $3,000,000 is priceless! Countless people want to buy it, but there are only five similar accounts worldwide. The players who own these accounts are people who don’t lack money. Even if they don’t play with these accounts, they won’t sell them. “Godfrey Cadden is a loyal player in Holy Beast World. If you go to his house, you should be able to see that his house is full of garage kits, stickers, and figurines, and you’ll realize how obsessed he is with this game. “If he can own a flawless, top-grade account, of which only five are available in the world, do you know what that means? It c