"Looping flight": Stop Fixating on That Huaguo Player

Itanu "borrowed" a crumpled boarding pass from the person sitting next to him.

However, all the crucial information about this flight on the boarding pass was blurred out.

The relevant information was clearly recorded in the Journal, but there was no way to compare it at the moment.

He intuitively felt that this was a hint from the Dungeon to the players.

Ignoring the angry but silent glare from the person next to him, Itanu was about to put the boarding pass away when he suddenly caught a glimpse of someone standing up in front of him.

... It was that tall woman with a metal finger guard on her left hand.

The other person strode towards the first-class cabin.

Itanu narrowed his eyes, then looked away after a moment, casually stuffing his boarding pass into his pocket, before suddenly stopping a second later.

He looked down at his hands.

A thin layer of ash had somehow covered my palms.

Where did you get that?!

Itanu's expression turned serious, and he subconsciously began to try to recall.

He soon got a few clues.

He just casually braced himself against the sink in the restroom.

Could this be why it got all dusty?

But the first thing he did upon entering the restroom was to observe the interior; it was clean and bright... there shouldn't have been any dust.

Itanu tried to rub the dust off his palms.

Surprisingly, it was wiped clean very easily.

He pondered for a moment, then stood up and walked towards the Restroom.

As he passed by a row of seats behind him, he saw the young gamer with black hair and black eyes.

The other person was leaning back in their seat with their eyes closed, seemingly resting.

Itanu paused briefly, glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and then continued walking.

But his Livestream Room was far from peaceful.

[Isn't he looking for clues? Why is he just closing his eyes to rest...?]

[Even in Mixed-Team Competition, this Huaguo player has the same unhurried demeanor.]

[As a result, everyone else died, but he survived.]

[Could we please stop bringing up such creepy topics?:)]

Stop worrying about that Huaguo player, and focus on the gray in Itanu's palm!

So it got there in the Restroom?

[How come you're the only one who got caught? You better watch out!!]

*

Manya did not attempt to move.

She sat in her seat, took a ballpoint pen out of her pocket, and placed it on the armrest by the porthole, staring intently at its shadow.

As time ticked by, her expression grew increasingly grave.

*

Yansheng had a clear view of the actions of the other four players.

He glanced intently at the young player, who was also from East Asia but was resting with his eyes closed, then looked away and tilted his head slightly.

A middle-aged man was sitting on the left by the window, dozing off.

He patted the man on the shoulder, and under the man's alert yet confused gaze after he woke up, his eyes flashed.

Seeing the man's blank expression, Yansheng began to probe for information with satisfaction.

--

The Restroom was empty.

Itanu slipped inside and closed the door behind him, but he didn't close it properly; instead, he wedged his boarding pass in the crack.

He then turned around and began to carefully examine the not-so-spacious space again.

The floor, the sink, the toilet... everything in sight was clean.

Where did the dust on his palms come from?

Just as he was about to squat down to check the narrow gap between the toilet tank and the floor, he suddenly smelled a very faint burnt smell.

Itanu stopped moving.

The burnt smell was faint.

He slowed his breathing and discreetly began searching for the source of the smell.

At the same time, the news Journal about the plane crash flashed rapidly through his mind.

"After several days of search and rescue, the wreckage of the crashed plane was finally found in the xx sea area..." wreckage.

Before he could ponder the connection, the light above his head flickered twice.

Itanu, who instantly became alert, suddenly felt something strange under his feet.

He couldn't help but lower his head.

The ground is slowly, almost imperceptibly, seeping water.

Dark water seeped out little by little from the gaps in the tiles.

Itanu instinctively took a step back, and the water followed.

He cursed and reached for the door.

However, the lights went out the next second.

Darkness surged in like a tide, even the doorknob, which was right next to us, completely disappeared into the thick blackness.

Itanu's finger froze in mid-air.

He could clearly hear his own heart pounding faster and faster.

... calm.

He let out a soft breath and continued to reach forward, groping.

The door, which was originally just a step away, had vanished without a trace, and there was still nothing where it should have touched the wall.

The water at my feet was still rising silently, already past my ankles, icy cold.

He had no doubt that if he didn't find a way to escape quickly, he would drown in this dark space.

Just then, a series of footsteps suddenly rang out.

Itanu's heart skipped a beat.

He held his breath and listened intently.

The footsteps were slow, and the person was not alone; there was another kind of soft, rhythmic rolling sound mixed in with the footsteps.

The sound was getting closer.

And this sound is right there--

Behind him!

Itanu turned around abruptly.

It was still pitch black.

He reached out his hand without hesitation.

Really.

The cool touch indicates that there is something inside.

It was a door.

When he found the boarding pass stuck in the door crack, he didn't hesitate any longer and suddenly pulled the door open.

A blinding white light surged in instantly, Itanu instinctively squinted.

He was standing still at that moment.

Outside the door, the corridor was deserted.

The two sounds seemed to vanish along with the strange phenomenon.

The Restroom behind him appeared normal.

So just now...

Itanu's expression shifted slightly. A moment later, he bent down to pick up his boarding pass from the floor, closed the door, and quickly returned to his seat.

Along the way, he subconsciously glanced at a certain spot.

A young man with black hair and black eyes was leaning against the window, his elbows casually resting on the windowsill.

The other person turned their head, and their dark eyes met his gaze directly.

His posture could be described as nonchalant.

Itanu paused for a moment, then continued walking forward as if nothing had happened, as if he had only glanced at it casually.

But his fingertips unconsciously rubbed against his palm.

After returning to his seat, Itanu glanced in that direction again, seemingly without making a sound.

The young player had already turned his gaze away and looked back out the porthole.

He looked somewhat bored.

He was slightly taken aback.

Boring...?

How did he even think of that word?

In Dungeons where danger can strike at any moment, no player can truly feel bored.

No matter how relaxed they appear on the surface, they are definitely observing, scheming, and looking for a way out in secret.

But the young man did indeed look extremely bored.

Itanu frowned.

He had seen all sorts of players—tense, feigning composure, menacing... but he had never seen anyone like this.

Even though he initially paid attention to the young man because of his appearance and possible nationality, a genuine sense of apprehension now arose in his heart.