These three pieces of information weren't particularly useful, though they were cheap. There wasn't even a guide. There were only two possible explanations.
First, the instance had an extremely high death rate and a low clear rate. Few players survived, and even those who did might not know how to clear it.
Second, few people entered the instance, so information about it wasn't worth much.
Since it was a C-class instance, the first possibility seemed more likely. The information also mentioned that Zone 023 was a post-disaster sub-district, meaning the entire sub-district had once suffered a devastating blow and had never been successfully rebuilt.
The natural environment in sub-districts like that was generally extremely harsh. The climate wasn't the only problem; there might also be large numbers of Aliens and Mutated Plants, making survival difficult for humans.
Of course, a fixed instance had to have formed there, so there must still be a city left standing—probably somewhere like W37 Base Station.
Since food and water couldn't be purchased through the game platform, they were essential supplies. As for the Antidote, since it had been mentioned, he had bought a batch in advance, along with some protective gear against poison. He could buy a vehicle once he got there.
"Bang, bang, bang!" Someone pounded hard on the door and shouted, "Whoever's in there, come out!"
Xu Huo closed his Personal Panel. He waited until the man started kicking the door impatiently before pressing the door-open button. "What is it?"
A tall, burly man with dark skin stood outside. He wore a tank top, with his Black Player number prominently displayed. Pointing at Xu Huo, he said, "Give me your room."
As he spoke, he tossed a stack of money onto the table. "This is for you. The room's mine now."
Xu