Starting Town was still bustling with voices. After the initial panic, unease, and hesitation, the players had finally settled down and begun exploring the world before them. Players chatting and leveling up could be seen everywhere, and the entire Starting Town was incredibly lively.
But in Fang Zheng's eyes, all he saw were undercurrents surging beneath the surface.
"How many names were added to the list today?"
Fang Zheng set down his drink and looked at Argo, who sat across from him. Although his question seemed to come out of nowhere, Argo quickly gave him an answer.
"Twenty-seven."
"Looks like we don't have much time left..."
Hearing Argo's answer, Fang Zheng frowned. Argo, meanwhile, was somewhat curious. Of course she knew what Fang Zheng had been asking about. In fact, one of the tasks Fang Zheng had entrusted to her was to visit the monument in the Black Iron Palace every day and check the names and number of players who had died there. Although Argo did not know what Fang Zheng needed that information for, she had accepted the request.
But hearing Fang Zheng's remark now, Argo could not help growing nervous.
"What don't we have much of?"
"Time."
Fang Zheng stressed the word again, then looked at Argo once more.
"You still haven't found any suitable players?"
"It's not that easy."
Hearing Fang Zheng's demand, Argo rolled her eyes irritably.
"You want solo players whose level progress can keep up with yours and who are exceptionally capable. How am I supposed to find people like that so easily? I contacted a few before. Some of them showed interest, but the moment they heard how many people were in your group, they turned me down..."
"That's perfectly normal."
Fang Zheng was not particularly surprised by that. At present, his