The instant Anatoly broke the mechanism, the ceiling stopped moving. Everyone escaped disaster—except Stark, the mechanism's designer.
"I have to go fix it," Stark said. "It doesn't look that badly damaged. A little repair should..."
The others hurriedly grabbed him, even Joker getting a hand in. Greed hauled at him and said, "Are you crazy? If you rush out now, what if he gives you a crowbar?!"
Stark flung out a hand, about to say he could use his permissions as a dungeon designer, but then he suddenly remembered this guy's teammate was Lucifer, who could call on the permissions used to design the entire universe. He immediately deflated.
"But we can't just leave it alone, right?" Stark was still a little anxious.
"Leaving it alone doesn't seem impossible." Mephisto looked over the situation in the rooms and said, "All the secret passages in every room are open now. They can just crawl under the steel needles, enter the secret passages, step onto the ceiling, and they'll clear it, won't they?"
"You make it sound easy." Stark frowned. "The mechanism isn't running the normal way. How can you guarantee there won't be problems later? What if they're halfway through climbing and the ceiling suddenly falls, and the steel needles skewer someone? What if they leave the dungeon and file a complaint? What if, when they're stepping on top of the ceiling, the crooked mechanism below can't bear the force and suddenly collapses, causing the height to be insufficient so they can't climb out?"
"In the current situation, other than people who are good at Mechanical Engineering, no one has noticed there's a problem with the mechanism yet. They can't see it or touch it, and they have no proof there's something wrong. But if the broken mechanism affects their later