"Maybe this is just a Chaos Space," Wang Ling offered. "It's relatively stable, but communication with the outside world is difficult. If we're lucky, we might be able to get an Instance Authorization Letter."
That was another way of looking at the problem. Lu Miaomiao and Long Jianfeng seemed quite interested.
"I'm not interested in an Instance Authorization Letter. I just want to get out alive," Meng Wenguang said. Feng Hui, Yue Rui, and the Hong siblings beside him nodded in agreement.
"What do you think?" Wang Ling turned to Xu Huo.
"Of course everyone wants good things. The question is whether we can get them." Xu Huo glanced at the correct time. "How about we get some rest early?"
Wang Ling laughed. "Sure. When the time comes, everyone can rely on their own abilities!"
His interruption eased the heavy atmosphere. Some people rested while others replenished their strength. All in all, everyone seemed to be keeping a fairly positive attitude.
During that time, Hong Chen used his tattooing tools to make several simple stamps that could press pigment into the skin in a single application. They bore the phrases "Successfully made it past 9:17" and "Failed to make it past 9:17." He, Meng Wenguang, and the others each tied two stamps to their arms, planning to mark themselves as quickly as possible when 9:17 arrived, in case their memories were reshuffled again. They had already tattooed the existence of the time tower and the four times shown on it onto their arms.
It seemed like a clumsy method, but faced with a future they knew nothing about, it was the last safeguard they could think of.
Soon it was nine in the evening. After everyone checked their prepared tools once more, they waited quietly for 9:17 to arrive.
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