The only ones whose numbers hadn't appeared were the Lip Ring player, the Freckled player, and Ding Xiang.
Of course, the first two players' numbers might have appeared already. Someone could have taken them. But for everyone to clear the instance, they still needed slips numbered 2, 4, and 11.
Those three slips, along with the number 6 slip belonging to the long-haired player who had died earlier, were the only ones among all the players' numbers that hadn't appeared yet.
"We've each gotten a slip," Ding Xiang said, her face dark. "There's no one else who can go get one. Will any new slips still appear?"
It was hard to say. It was already the morning of the third day. The perpetual night in Zone 002 made it difficult to keep track of time. After two days without sleep and under constant strain, everyone was exhausted. Yet the sky outside hadn't changed, giving them all the illusion that the night hadn't ended.
The contrast between mental excitement and physical fatigue only wore them down further.
"Let's wait a little longer." Liang Zong took her hand. "There's no way the instance would leave someone unable to clear it. Instances generally don't block every path forward."
Normally, that was true.
The other two who hadn't gotten slips were a little calmer than Ding Xiang, but their situation was worse. There was a fifty percent chance no more slips would appear, and a fifty percent chance that another player had already taken them, making them impossible to retrieve. It seemed all but certain that someone wouldn't be able to clear the instance.
Of the few who had cleared it, only the local player with number 1 had left. The other three showed no intention of leaving just yet.
Chi Minghong's reason was