Gao Gong silently watched the virtual projection before him.
The moment any recording equipment entered a wormhole, it would be destroyed.
So Gao Gong extracted the data from the system panel onto the biological computer, then linked the biological computer with the shipborne computer.
He also checked the forum and, based on the players' accounts, dug out the "death conditions" of the players who had died and transmitted them over.
That formed a relatively reliable "text-based live broadcast."
This time, Gao Gong explored a total of 500 wormholes.
Around 300 of them were death wormholes, and the players died as soon as they entered.
Among the remaining two hundred or so wormholes, they encountered all sorts of situations. For example, some ran into "dimensional jumping," where, as the wormhole closed, they were dragged from one dimension into another. Information-stream players were fine, but players of other types simply died.
Others encountered teleportation. Some players' coordinates suddenly shifted from inside the accretion disk to hundreds of light-years away.
This type also amounted to suicide-traveling back to the city, unless they wanted to fly for several thousand years before coming back—assuming they could manage it.
Some encountered time-reversal phenomena. For example, they suddenly "returned" to the Horned Whale Alpha system, or even to "Machine-Cracked Star," only to have their bodies melt before they had even taken a proper look around.
Without reaching the level of "physical-body light speed," they could not withstand "time reversal."
In other words, without "light-speed"-level strength, one could not enter the "parallel space" instance.
However, after a round of furious cursing, the players were still quite excited.
There was no other reason: this "instance" was simply too interesting.
The players doing the quest exchanged experiences in the group chat.
"Damn, this instance is terrifying. I got teleported straight