Looking at the bunch of stunningly beautiful people with a variety of equipment and different hair colors, they were no doubt other players like me. There were about a few thousand—ten thousand people here. It was likely that everyone who was logged on right now had been forcefully transported to the central plaza. For a few seconds, everyone just looked around without a word. Then a few mumbles and mutters could be heard here and there; it started to get louder. "What's happening?" "Can we log out now?" "Can't they take care of it quickly?" Comments like these could be heard from time to time. As the players started to get more annoyed, shouts like "Is this a joke?" and "Get the hell out here, GMs!" could be heard. Then suddenly. Somebody raised his voice above all these comments and shouted. "Ah...look above!" Cline and I almost automatically turned our eyes upward and looked. There, a strange sight greeted us. The bottom surface of the second floor, one hundred meters up in the air, was checkered in red. When I looked closely, I could make out that they were made up of two phrases crisscrossing each other. The word that was written in red