Of course, the ban wasn't mandatory. If you insisted on courting death, then all anyone could do was respect your choice and wish you well.
But at the current level of strength, if they went over there, getting grazed by a few ordinary monsters would probably be enough to send them straight to the grave.
At this point, player progression was basically being held back by levels.
"Commander Heathcliff doesn't seem to be in much of a hurry." Argo the Mouse quietly approached a cloaked figure. "I never expected the commander of the Knights of the Blood to come to me to buy information. I thought you were busy every day."
"While I have some talent for management, my actual gaming skills aren't that impressive. Asuna is the real genius. She may be the one truly capable of breaking through these shackles." Heathcliff seemed rather at ease. "Besides, our current progress is already half a year, perhaps even a year ahead of schedule. Other than leveling up, there isn't much else we can do."
The "top players" could keep pushing forward, but that relied on skill. In truth, the players' levels could no longer keep up with the game's progression.
If they forced their way ahead, casualties would only pile up in waves.
"Oh? As expected of you. You could even infer something like that so clearly."
Argo was somewhat surprised.
The game's current progression was ahead of schedule, and Argo had also learned that from producer Miyazaki.
"So, what did you want from me?" Argo also wanted to chat, but as an information broker, she was more interested in learning about what lay beneath the Great Hollow.
"Don't be so hasty. Because of my previous profession, I happen to know a little about this game. The world beneath that