The Final Operation
The room was exceptionally quiet at this moment.
Everyone knew perfectly well that tonight's operation was a desperate gamble. Shcherbina was their last hope of completing the main quest. Of course, if their investigation of him yielded nothing, they could still choose to leave Pripyat and wait for the official investigation results instead.
But considering their current physical condition, Zhang Heng was probably the only one who might last until then. For the other three players, tonight's operation was essentially their final verdict.
Perhaps because no one had spoken for too long, Rat could no longer stand the oppressive silence and took the initiative to start a conversation. "I wonder how Coconut is doing now."
It would have been better if he had kept quiet. The moment he opened his mouth, the atmosphere became even heavier.
After a moment, Kill la Kill Boy symbolically raised the arm he could barely lift anymore. "Good question. Once I get in there too, I'll take a look for you."
"..."
"Sorry, I'm just a little nervous," Rat apologized.
"Who isn't? I feel like I'm back on the day the college entrance exam scores came out."
"This instance is too strange," Rat said. "I've never encountered one with such a vague main quest before. It's like..."
"Like the instance's designer deliberately doesn't want the players to find the answer," Kratos said.
"Is that really okay? I feel like the difficulty level has already far exceeded that of an ordinary instance." Kill la Kill Boy frowned.
"You don't have to feel it. I just took part in the Proxy War instance," Kratos said, her eyes flickering. "I can say responsibly that this instance is more difficult than the Proxy War instance."
"A game bug?" Rat asked. "But it seems no player has