That was what they said, but most people still found it hard to believe. The track maintenance workers belonged to the Game Government and should know more than Players about what lay around the tracks. Yet almost no Player had ever mentioned the areas around the tracks being high-risk Random Instances.
"Isn't it obvious? Anyone who knew about them died in those high-risk Instances," a female Player said.
Everyone fell silent. Gazing at the space outside as it gradually sank into darkness, they felt as if that brief glimpse had touched on a truth about the game they had never faced before.
Perhaps they had realized that, despite already being B-class Players, they were still weak in the game.
For a while, everyone seemed lost in silence. It lasted until the Player who performed magic tricks appeared again. This time, he didn't show himself. Instead, one of the Players' items inexplicably turned into colorful paper scraps.
Anyone would have been irritated by now, so the passengers began searching their carriages to see if anyone had slipped aboard. Since the train windows had been damaged, the Players were careful, mainly using items to make people remove their disguises. They wanted to prevent the Player from killing someone and then disguising himself as another passenger to blend in. Otherwise, there was no explaining why their items had spontaneously turned into paper scraps.
Before they could find anything, the train passed through another moonlit stretch. As the space outside brightened again, someone suddenly shouted at the window, "There's someone out there!"
At the shout, people across the train turned their eyes toward the windows. They saw the magic-performing Player standing beside the tracks up ahead, waving at them.
As the train passed, his figure slid past everyone's eyes, both swiftly and at length.