East Island Instance.
Another batch of new players had arrived.
There were many people this time.
"Everyone, remember the three rules I mentioned before:"
"First: never reveal your true identity."
"Second: let the mission panel dictate all your actions. If it isn't on the mission panel, then even if an old man falls down right in front of you, you must not help him up."
"Third: if Rule Two conflicts with Rule One, choose Rule One."
A stern-faced, voluptuous female player gave instructions to seven or eight subordinates.
"Got it, Team Leader Han."
"Understood."
"Yep."
The messy responses revealed the players' true nature—chaos.
"Alright, move out." Team Leader Han's full name was Han Qian. She said no more, glanced down at her mission panel, and gave the order.
The seven or eight people immediately split into pairs with excited expressions.
Han Qian also teamed up with a female player named Du Tiantian, and the two headed toward a hospital.
A thick plume of bluish smoke rose from a workshop district.
Miyamoto Inako stared blankly at the rising smoke in the distance, a sense of unease washing over her. Perhaps a fire would break out soon?
"Inako, hurry up and leave. What are you doing standing there?" her mother called.
"But it looks like one of the workshops over there is about to catch fire... We should call the police." Miyamoto Inako said.
"We can't call the police. If we do, people will come to extort us. They'll use the questioning as an excuse to try every possible way to link you to the arsonist," her mother hurriedly said, covering her daughter's mouth before earnestly explaining, "You're still young. Many things in society are completely different from what you hear in the classroom. Of course classrooms teach children to