After explaining to everyone present that their lives held irreplaceable value—that each death could possibly affect their soul during the merge, Arthur moved on to the next point, which was the power guild he once again shamelessly plugged.
"Then let's begin," Arthur said.
Time to put them to work.
He reached into his inventory, withdrawing items that made everyone's eyes widen. Rare-rank equipment materialised next to him, weapons, armour, and accessories that most players could only dream of owning.
Thousands of these are collecting dust. Practically worthless to me now.
Arthur began distributing gear with generosity that stunned observers. A rare sword to the young player who'd spoken against military control. An armour for the woman with a family in Village #420. Magical accessories were given to anyone who stepped forward.
"This is impossible," someone whispered. "Nobody has this much rare equipment."
