"Tsk. As expected, there's no resting easy with these wolves and vultures on the field…"
As the top-level teams joined the scramble, the number of teams willing to settle in the Neon Star Public Trading Zone finally plateaued.
"What a hateful bunch." Julius, standing beside Nash, muttered in frustration.
Every high-level team was a goldmine waiting to be tapped. With the top-level teams moving in, it was no different from having their future prospects stolen right out from under them.
"Alright, don't dwell on it too much. We already have enough headaches to worry about." Nash shook his head.
It was a pity, but not catastrophic. They already had over a thousand cosmic team alliances, each at least a tenth of their size.
Managing such a massive coalition on their own was no small task, even if the top-level teams had stayed out of it, Nash would have had to stop accepting new teams sooner or later.
