For Fang Zheng, if there was one thing he hated most in games, it was definitely mazes.
Western games were a bit better in this regard, but Japanese RPGs had so many dungeons it was enough to drive anyone to despair. Fortunately, with the arrival of the fast-food gaming era, developers had no choice but to compromise with players, so even dungeons were no longer excessively difficult. But Fang Zheng still remembered just how insane those people had been when designing mazes solely to drag out playtime as much as possible.
Many games back then did not even have minimaps or world maps. Players had to prepare a notebook and draw the maps themselves, or after wandering around in circles, they would practically forget who they were.
And now, Fang Zheng was feeling that same despair.
"Where the fuck am I?!"
Standing in the sewers and staring at the crisscrossing paths ahead, Fang Zheng felt his scalp go numb.
Leyndell, the Royal Capital itself was quite nice. As a royal capital, it truly was radiant, grand, and luxurious.
However, after following Heida's guidance into the sewers to search for the Frenzied Flame's seal, he felt as if he had stepped from heaven into hell.
The narrow, dark, labyrinthine sewers were bad enough. The stench that assailed him head-on, along with the slug-like monsters writhing through the sewers, were even more irritating.
The only fortunate thing was that Fang Zheng knew he had not taken a wrong turn—he could sense the surging fluctuations of the First Flame below. Right now, it was as if he were walking atop a huge iron lid covering a fire. The moment he lifted the lid, the flames would burst forth.
But this also brought a rather unpleasant side effect.
Under the First Flame's interference, Fang