Whether they were Ticket players or non-Ticket players, their situations were more or less the same. The only difference was that Ticket players could leave as soon as they found Midsummer Night Star River, while non-Ticket players couldn't necessarily do the same.
But it wasn't time for the two groups to come into conflict yet.
"Maybe not. Think about it: the people of Brown Skin City can leave just fine. Perhaps Midsummer Night Star River is actually some kind of Antidote. The mental interference isn't fatal. Maybe the special environment of this Dungeon is what causes people to slowly die in their sleep. Leave this place, or get a special Antidote, and you can cut off the conditions that lead to 'dying in your sleep.' Once ten days are up, won't we all still be alive?" Tong Qi said leisurely.
What truly inspired terror was often ignorance. When people didn't know what was happening, they didn't know where to start. But after he put it that way, things suddenly seemed much clearer.
"You've thought this through pretty thoroughly," Liao Xiaorong couldn't help saying.
Tong Qi smugly stuffed a piece of braised meat into his mouth. "Don't look too far ahead. Whether we clear the Dungeon or not is beside the point. First, we survive."
"I know a thing or two about staying alive."
Perhaps Young Master Mo couldn't stand his lazy, take-things-as-they-come attitude. "After reaching B-level, most fixed Dungeons have no time limit, just like Random Instances. If you don't clear them, you'll never get out."
Tong Qi didn't care. "Then I'll just settle down in the Dungeon. I can always stop leveling up."
Young Master Mo's face tensed. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he held it back.
Chi Xian gave a