Xu Huo almost wanted to commend him for his guts, but it was obvious he hadn't understood the situation.
He'd been through several C-class instances. Unless the area covered a large distance and brought players into contact with one another, instances set in enclosed spaces generally didn't have so many powerful NPCs. The Limping Butcher, the Raincoat Cleaner, and the High-Heeled Shoe were each strong enough to leave an ordinary C-class player helpless. Otherwise, so many people wouldn't have died that night. Xu Huo had only ever seen one place where people this powerful—powerful enough to serve as a Dungeon Boss—could freely gather: the Dimensional Train.
The train's employees generally didn't fight players, but anyone with eyes could see how strong they were. Whether that strength came from themselves or from the game's blessing, these unpaid workers gathered on the train because they had official backing.
By "official," he meant the game itself. Compared with the players at various Wormhole Points, who ran themselves ragged in the game without knowing the truth, these people had already risen above the very bottom of the player hierarchy and become part of the periphery around the game's core.
It was clearly abnormal for a C-class Random Instance to have so many powerful players. Of course, they might have been hired by the Dungeon's holder, but the game had definitely played favorites.
The previous instance that had played favorites was the skin stripper's slaughterhouse. Few instances combined fixed and random access, but Xu Huo had entered that one as a Random Player, while another group of players from District 009 had gone there with Tickets.
The skin stripper didn't have that kind of ability, so someone must have played favorites for him.
The Bauhinia Restaurant he supplied was in the same boat, and its