This was only the beginning. There were plenty more places like this, and they couldn't even tell whether they were real. Put plainly, they could dig a hole and stick up a sign now, and the people who came later would still believe this was a place where Master Suolan had once played.
But they still had to do this pointless work.
Along the way, they ran into other people searching for clues, just like them. Some were familiar faces from yesterday, while others were new arrivals today. In any case, whenever they met, they saw the same two lines written on each other's faces: "I'm questioning myself" and "You can put up a sign for this, too?"
"I think I know why people in District 019 don't resent players who clear Dungeons. They can mess with us however they like just by putting up signs." The curly-haired woman sounded exasperated.
"Maybe so many people asked about it that they had no choice but to put up signs," Xu Huo said with a smile. "Even if they didn't say anything, someone would've asked."
"That's true, but there are way too many of them." The curly-haired woman surveyed their surroundings, then took out several mechanical pangolins, each about the size of a human head. "These things are expensive. I bought them especially for this Dungeon, but they're a little hard to operate. To keep them agile, you can only control one at a time."
She handed the remotes to Xu Huo and the scarred Player. Once stuck to their clothes, each fingernail-sized remote projected a virtual screen in front of its user. The controls on the screen let them operate the mechanical pangolins, and they could switch between the camera and sensor feeds at any time.
"Places that have been mined