The notification blinked in the corner of Elias’s dual-monitor setup: Download File server.sibfungold.txt .

Elias opened the text file, expecting a jumble of encrypted nonsense. Instead, he found a list of coordinates—X and Y values that didn't correspond to any known map in the game. Curiosity outweighed caution. He booted his client, bypassed the security protocols, and manually entered the coordinates into his character's movement script.

“User identified. Admin permissions granted. The harvest begins.”

Thousands of identical level-1 characters stood in perfect, silent rows, their names all variations of "sibfun_001," "sibfun_002," and so on. They weren't farming gold. They were standing in front of a massive, untextured monolith that pulsed with golden light.