Yang Yuan glanced at his game panel unexpectedly; on it, he had a new identity—[Marvel Supplier].
'I don't feel any hostility; have the higher-ups of the Creation Continent noticed me?'
It seems that after the gamification of the Creation Continent, the high-level authorities' control over the internal world has greatly increased.
Opposite him, Wang Jiahui was staring, dumbfounded: "You..."
"Just an identity arranged by the Alliance Headquarters, what player, what NPC, as long as you understand the situation. Don't treat me as virtual data," Yang Yuan said calmly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that," Wang Jiahui hurriedly apologized. "Then what you just said..."
"Proceed as usual. Inform the others, and if someone decides to come to me after seeing the message, that's not your concern," Yang Yuan said.
"Okay. In any case, thank you for the Marvel you presented."
Wang Jiahui bowed deeply, then turned and left.
Yang Yuan stood still, silently sensing the power attached to him.
