Dead Mycelium
Xu Huo narrowed his eyes. "Even when players travel through sub-districts with different time rules, the total amount of time they experience doesn't change."
For example, if he completed a Dungeon in W37 Base Station in thirty days, but the countdown at E27 wormhole point was seven days, then he could spend thirty days in W37 and return to E27 to find that only seven days had passed. It might look as if time had diverged, but he hadn't traveled through time. He had spent thirty days in W37 Base Station, and thirty days had passed. Returning to E27 wouldn't turn back the twenty-three extra days. Compared with players who had never left E27, he would simply have gained twenty-three days out of thin air—and grown twenty-three days older.
Of course, he hadn't come out only after his time limit was up. As long as he returned to a sub-district with roughly similar time rules, the difference would be hard to notice over a short period.
So no matter how players traveled in and out of Dungeons, their lifespans wouldn't increase, and they wouldn't grow younger.
That meant what Uncle Guan had said—that Dr. Wu had gained more time than his lifespan allowed—was impossible.
"That's why I said Dr. Wu might have game privileges," Uncle Guan said. "Maybe A1 wormhole point invented a time machine long ago, or there are certain rights or benefits only people inside the game can access."
That was a bit of a leap.
Xu Huo didn't reject his guess. Instead, he asked, "If time reversal really exists, could a player find the game headquarters?"
Uncle Guan fell silent.
If time reversal really existed, could someone really destroy the game?
Wouldn't the game, having been the first to master this rule, use it to