"What's so strange about that?" one player said. "Only ordinary people would think an instance could grant their wishes. Players don't take the game's description seriously."
"Besides, this is just a C-class instance in one sub-district. It's not that well-known in the game, so it's not surprising that no players are selling guides for it."
Everyone thought that made sense. There could be more than twenty sub-districts beneath a single wormhole point, and the number of instances of different levels and random instances in each sub-district added up to a staggering total. Was it really strange that they couldn't find information on one little C-class instance? Not at all.
There appeared to be more than fifty players here, but compared to an entire sub-district or a wormhole point, they were like a few grains of sand in the desert—utterly insignificant.
Besides, the fact that "Midsummer Night Star River" was just a legend in District 013 showed that the so-called wish-granting wasn't reliable at all. Otherwise, local players would surely flock to it. The fact that they didn't care meant the instance was probably ordinary, and the harsh environment might even make locals reluctant to come here.
As for the locals' stories about people who had rid themselves of fungal toxins, that wasn't hard to explain either. Different fungi could counteract one another. Perhaps those few who made it out alive had simply stumbled upon the right solution. The case mentioned by the people of Brown Skin City—a civilian who became infected with fungi again not long after leaving—was good proof of that.
Xu Huo didn't deny what the other man had said. Instead, he nodded in agreement. "You make a good point, but we can't rule out another possibility."
The other possibility was obvious: this instance had an extremely high