Returning to the Flying Pavilion

The next instant, Jake was taken to the place where he was when he last logged out. 

The store. The top of the store, to be precise. 

Glancing at his friends list and the guild list, he could see that not many were online. It was just seven hours since he told everyone to log out. 

There was still a whole hour left, and that was an hour that the guild members could not afford to just let go. Rest was hard to come by with the game taking so much of their time. 

Once it became their livelihood, the game no longer felt like a game, and more like a job. That was the terrible circumstance that everyone had to live through. 

Jake stretched his hands as he went down to the second and first floors of the store. Traffic was slowing down, just like he expected. With the new update, everyone was probably wondering what they had to do about that.