The long-clothed man wasn't finished. He glanced at Xu Huo. "Incomplete dolls might be repaired after they're recovered. Complete dolls might also be dismantled, their limbs removed. But in either case, that probably only works while the player is alive."
"Not necessarily," the sweet girl said coolly. "So many people have died, and some of them have lost their dolls altogether. If recovered dolls can't be repaired, wouldn't the odds of clearing the instance become far too low?"
As time went on, the number of recovered dolls was bound to exceed the number of living players. If a doll became completely useless and could never be repaired after its owner died, the remaining players would be left searching in vain with only their own dolls. They'd never find or obtain a "satisfactory doll." Wouldn't that leave them with nothing to do but wait for death?
"That's nothing unusual," the long-clothed man continued. "Besides extending the time limit, enlarging the instance, and adding meaningless clues that leave players searching for a needle in a haystack, B-class instances can also hide clues as a way to reduce the number of High-level Players. Especially in a small, enclosed instance like this one. Just testing the rules will cost plenty of lives. Only after the rules are figured out will the survivors have a chance to clear it. But..."
He didn't finish, only chuckled softly. The moment the players figured out the rules for clearing the instance would be when the real fighting began.
"Aren't you getting ahead of yourselves?" the Fluorescent Pink player warned. "Even if you find a satisfactory doll, getting your hands on it is another matter."
"That depends on everyone's luck," the sweet girl said, her eyes curving into a smile again. "I hope there are still enough fools around