Dream Crystal Plain, Player Camp.
Although the Rabbit Hole Team had already secured its place as the ultimate winner, the Player Camp had not grown quiet as a result.
It was still bustling.
After all, the various races had now established footholds in the Dream Crystal Plain. Their next step, naturally, was to gain "the world's recognition."
Becoming the lord of a region was currently the only apparent way to do so.
And that title could only be won in Sandbox Wonderland.
Although Region 1 had already been definitively claimed by the Rabbit Hole Team, the various races considered that unimportant. After all, there were still plenty of regions.
Once the next regional competition began, they would have their chance.
Thus, to prepare for the next Sandbox Wonderland, the various races began sending teams to the Player Camp, both to gather intelligence and to experience the Wonderland platter firsthand.
Under these circumstances, the Player Camp naturally grew livelier by the day.
"I heard the Rabbit Hole Team entered Angel on Earth again. I wonder if they'll succeed this time." In one corner of the Player Camp, a team composed of several races had lit a campfire and was chatting around the flames.
"Come to think of it, this is their second attempt at Angel on Earth, isn't it?" Their captain was a burly human man clad in heavy armor, looking imposing and valiant.
"That's right. Apparently, everyone failed the first time. I wonder whether they'll succeed this time." The team's medic was a little Woodleaf Clan girl sitting on a scarecrow's shoulder, worry in her eyes.
"All the major teams in camp used to think Night City Evening Bell was the hardest, since no team that went in ever came back. Who would've thought Rabbit Hole would clear it on