"If I'm not mistaken, only failing the Abyss-level tier advancement trial will kill you in real life. For trials of other difficulties, the punishment is severe. You can lose equipment, items, and stats," Greenwhisper said. "But at least you get another chance. This is also the main reason I agreed to this interview. I have to warn everyone not to blindly attempt the Abyss-level trial." "That trial is simply impossible for humans," he continued in a grave voice after taking a deep breath. "A player's limit is the nightmare-level trial." "It's very useful information. Thank you for your selfless sharing." The host's eyes brightened with admiration. "I also heard that Nighthale is from Grendola. He actually cleared the Abyss-level trial—twice. As a top-tier player yourself, what do you make of that?" "A top-tier player?" Greenwhisper smiled wryly. "Don't even get me started. I am not arrogant enough to be on that level. We're not even in the same dimension. There is no comparison." "Is that so?" The host looked surprised. "To give such high praise is unexpected. I don't know much about the game, and I believe most people don't either. Can you explain it in a way that's easy to understand?" Greenwhisper paused, then elaborated slowly and clearly, "Let me put it this way. Even if all the other players on the leaderboard teamed up, they might still not be his match." … "That sounds interesting," the host muttered under his breath. Meanwhile, in a neatly arranged courtyard located at Zephyr, a handsome young man watched the interview on a large screen, his eyes sharp with interest and a playful smile curling at his lips. "Even all the other players together might not be his match. If I could use someone like him, I think I could hold absolute power in Doomsday. "Mr. Hawthorne." "Yes, sir. What are your orders?" Felton, a sharp-minded middle-aged man, asked respectfully. "Use every resource at your disposal to gather information on Nighthale. Find him in real life if you can. If not, track him down in the game.""Isn't he at Spawnpoint 9527? Inform Kroger's governor. Have his men keep close watch on Nighthale. I want a face-to-face meeting if possible." The young man said lazily, "I am sure of my judgment. Doomsday has grown too influential. Someone like him must be under my control." "If nothing goes wrong, he will be my sharpest weapon. With his influence, I can clear any obstacle in my way to the top, but..." Felton hesitated. "Master specifically instructed that no one is allowed to intervene with this player. The officials have special arrangements. "Also, you entered Doomsday yourself on the second day of the closed beta. If the head finds out about this, it could…" The young man narrowed his eyes, a trace of danger passing through them. "I beg your pardon?" "Alright, then." Felton immediately lowered his head. He dared not say another word and quietly left. … "Doomsday..." The young man walked slowly to the window and looked at the century-old oak tree in the courtyard. He looked relaxed. "This is really interesting..." He was confident and proud even in front of the top player in Doomsday. The reason was simple: even in Zephyr, where the powerful gathered, his family remained at the top. No matter how Nighthale ruled in the virtual world, humans ultimately live in reality. Isn't that right? … At the same time, Aiden had no idea that a simple interview could draw so much attention to him. This was the main reason he worked so hard to hide his identity, just like the idiom—"Big targets attract more fire." Before the powers in Doomsday could affect reality, these high-ranking figures still believed they controlled everything. They arrogantly assumed they could maintain absolute power. In fact, top players like ZeroFlux and StormHalo, whether unwilling or willing, had already accepted recruitment by different factions.As the undisputed number one, Aiden knew that sooner or later, someone in reality would lose control and reveal their fangs. It was not a coincidence. It was inevitable when the old and new orders collided. Aiden continued browsing posts for a while but found nothing useful, leaving him unsurprised. … The fourth day had just ended. Ninety-nine percent of the global population had not reached level 3. Almost everyone was still in the new player area. The news of NightTiger's death spread worldwide and caused panic, which greatly slowed down the progress of top-tier players. "If this trend continues, it will take at least another week before the central hub has enough players to matter."