Chapter 1606: Guarantee of Credibility
"What's so strange about that?" that player said. "Only ordinary people would think a dungeon can fulfill their wishes. Players don't take game introductions seriously."
"Besides, this is just a C-rank dungeon in one district. It doesn't have that high a reputation in the game. It's not strange that no player has sold a guide for it."
The group found this reasonable. There might be over twenty districts under a single wormhole point, and the combined number of dungeons of different ranks and random dungeons in each district is enormous. Is it strange that information on a small C-rank dungeon can't be found? Not at all.
There might be over fifty players here now, but relative to a district or a wormhole point, this group is like a few grains of sand in the desert—completely insignificant.
Furthermore, the reason "Midsummer Night Star River" is just a legend in District 013 shows that the so-called "wish fulfillment" thing is completely unreliable. Otherwise, local players would be flocking to it. Since even local players don't care about it, it means this dungeon is just an ordinary one, and due to the harsh environment, locals aren't even willing to come here.
As for the locals mentioning someone who had their fungal poison removed, that's not too hard to explain. Fungi also have mutual antagonistic relationships. Maybe those few who walked out alive just got lucky by accident. In the case the Brown Skin City people mentioned, that ordinary person got infected with fungi again shortly after leaving—that's good proof.
Xu Huo didn't deny the other's words. Instead, he nodded in agreement. "What you said makes sense, but it doesn't rule out another possibility."
That other possibility was clearly that this dungeon had an extremely high fatality rate, with hardly anyone walking out alive. Since few people survived, how could information spread on the Under Dimension?
The seemingly refined and upright player's reasoning was sound, but it couldn't rule out what Xu Huo had suggested. Comparing the two, players were more inclined to believe the dungeon's death rate was extremely high. After all, once you enter a dungeon, you can't count on luck to clear it.
If this dungeon's death rate was extremely high, then it wasn't a problem that could be solved by just surviving ten days in the game area. Even if they did nothing, they might still die here in the end.
After a moment of silence, the scarred glasses who arrived later spoke up: "You've said so much—have you found a breakthrough?"
The refined player also said, "I was shortsighted. Friend, if you have a way to deal with the mental interference and multiple spaces, feel free to share it. Maybe we can come up with a method to clear the dungeon."
Anyway, information cost nothing, so why not listen? After the two finished speaking, some other players who wanted to leave or were just there to watch the excitement all chimed in, urging Xu Huo to speak quickly.
"I don't have a better method. The only breakthrough is to find a way to clear the dungeon," Xu Huo said. "Since we have to endure mental interference, we need to find a way to wake up from the dreams. If other spaces really exist, then we need to find a way to enter them."
"I absolutely refuse to sit around and wait for death. That's why I gathered everyone here. Only with enough people can we find clues to clear the dungeon."
The crowd fell silent for a moment. Then a young player snorted with a laugh, "Sounds nice, but isn't it just wanting us to be cannon fodder to test the dungeon rules?"
"Don't talk so harshly," Tong Qi turned around from the high platform. "If you have a better method, then say it. Don't badmouth others when they're trying their best to come up with a solution."
"Yeah, friend, do you have a way to handle the current situation? Don't hold back—just say it. We're all in the same boat, why distinguish between you and me?" someone echoed.
The crowd stirred with a few words of agreement, but that player couldn't come up with anything, so he could only step back resentfully and walk away.
"Does anyone else have clues about the dungeon? If you're not willing to share publicly, that's fine—I can pay to buy them," Xu Huo said again. "But I hope everyone will consider cooperating with me. This is the second day. The longer we drag this out, the greater the impact might be. Everyone understands that."
The two District 013 people beside him nodded vigorously.
Without needing proof from ordinary people who hadn't entered the dungeon, the game's background introduction made it perfectly clear—there couldn't be any mistake.
"Friend, your proposal actually counts as a method, since no one else has better leads right now," the refined player said. "But there's one problem: no one can guarantee our safety, since once we fall asleep, it's not easy to wake up."
Xu Huo remained silent.
Not getting an answer, the refined player said somewhat disappointedly, "Though we couldn't cooperate, the information you shared is still helpful to me. If I find any clues later, I'll be sure to let you know."
"You're welcome," Xu Huo said.
The players began to leave. Of the fifty-plus people, most gradually departed, leaving only about a dozen, including the scarred glasses and Young Master Mo.
A few more ordinary people from District 013 arrived. Xu Huo's friendly attitude toward the Brown Skin City people gave them the courage to come forward.
The leader was an elderly woman. She was in good spirits and took the initiative to say to Xu Huo, "We can help with what you mentioned."
Testing mental interference and multiple spaces—players and ordinary people were the same in that regard.
Adding Chi Xian's group of seven, the nine players who stayed, the six District 013 people, and Xu Huo himself, that made a total of twenty-three people.
Among the nine later-arriving players, besides the scarred glasses and Young Master Mo who had witnessed Xu Huo's strength, the other seven included one B-rank player who was confident in his skills, while the rest were clueless players hoping to try their luck.
"Oh, isn't this Young Master Mo?" Chi Xian glanced at the young man still wearing sunglasses. "Now you only have one person left by your side?"
How could Young Master Mo not catch such obvious sarcasm? He frowned. "What do you mean?"
Chi Xian shrugged. "What could I mean... I just want to ask what it feels like to be played for a fool."
Unexpectedly, Young Master Mo wasn't provoked. Instead, he turned around and seriously studied Chi Xian for two seconds. "We don't know each other. Do you have a grudge against me?"
Chi Xian still wore a smile. "Not at all."
The sarcastic tone was irritating.
But the scarred glasses pressed Young Master Mo's shoulder, cutting off the conversation.
Probably because he didn't have enough bodyguards and had taken a beating in the dungeon, Young Master Mo had learned to keep a low profile.
"Let's get back to the main topic," another B-rank player said. "How do we ensure our safety after we fall asleep?"
"One group sleeps, another group handles security," Xu Huo said, pointing at Tong Qi and the others. "I stayed awake last night watching over these friends while they slept. They all made it safely to this morning."
(Chapter End)