Strawberry's Descent

The forums, predictably, detonated all over again.

For months it had mostly been demons who understood the full scope of what was happening, the tunnel, the pipeline, the growing metro, all of it filtering out gradually through screenshots and cautious rumor to the wider server. But the Human Kingdom's terminus opening changed that overnight. Word that hit an actual, established surface capital spread with none of the gradual build-up the demon realm's isolation had once guaranteed.

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Then, less than a week after opening day, a notification hit every single active player on the server simultaneously, not a race quest this time, not scoped to demons, but something considerably larger, generated by whatever system had been quietly, patiently monitoring chat logs and progress metrics out of the Demon Realm for months.

[GLOBAL QUEST AVAILABLE: Complete the Continental Railway]"An unprecedented infrastructure project connects the realms below and above. Contribute to its completion. Time limit: 6 months. Rewards scaled to individual and collective contribution."

Arista stared at the notification for a long moment, genuinely baffled.

"...Six months?" She read it again, certain she'd misunderstood something. "It took us six months to build one tunnel. One line. To the closest kingdom. And this is asking for the entire rest of the ring, both diagonals, the crossing station, Tabula Rasa's full build-out—" she gestured helplessly at her own sprawling notebook, at maps covered in unfinished lines still waiting for excavation "—in the same amount of time it took to do a fraction of that?"

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Nettle, reading over her shoulder, looked equally skeptical. "That math doesn't work. Not even close."

"It genuinely doesn't. I don't care how good Petrov's scheduling is, we don't have the crew for—"

She stopped.

She pulled the quest window back up, this time actually reading the fine print she'd skimmed past in her initial disbelief.

[Quest Scope: Global][Eligible Participants: All active players]

"...Wait."

"What?"

"The demon quest, the first one, the one Beelz issued, that only went out to demons. Six thousand-some participants, because that's roughly how many demons accepted the quest." She looked up slowly, the actual scale of the new notification finally, properly landing. "This one isn't scoped to a race. It's scoped to the entire server."

Nettle blinked. "...How many active players are there total?"

Arista didn't actually know the number off the top of her head, but a quick check answered it fast enough.

[Current Active Player Count: 7,142,000]

The silence that followed lasted a genuinely long moment.

"...Oh," Arista said quietly.

Over the following week, the practical reality of that number started making itself known in ways that gradually, steadily reshaped her entire understanding of what was actually possible. Where six thousand demons had needed months of careful organization just to manage one tunnel, players from every kingdom now began arriving at excavation sites in numbers that made her original crew look almost quaint, humans rerolling characters specifically to join, dwarven guilds mobilizing their own mining crews independent of Gorthruk's Republic entirely, elven Growth mages showing up in droves once word of the mana pipeline's success properly spread, even a handful of Celestials descending through the original tunnel just to lend a hand on sections nowhere near their own realm.

Petrov's scheduling software, built originally for a workforce in the low thousands, groaned audibly under the recalculation.

"...Seven million," Arista said, staring at the updated participant counter climbing steadily higher with each passing hour, watching crews multiply across every unfinished leg of the network simultaneously, Elven-Dwarven diagonal, Human-Demi-Human diagonal, the outer ring's remaining stretches, all of it moving at once instead of one careful section at a time.

"Six months," she said again, slower this time, and this time it didn't sound impossible at all. "...Yeah. Okay. Yeah, that actually might work."

She was already reaching for her notebook, grinning, already sketching how to restructure everything for a workforce roughly a thousand times larger than the one she'd started with.

"...I'm going to need a much bigger clipboard."

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