Coming from the Dungeon: A Threat
The worst thing about sitting beneath a flower tree was that it was easy to get buried. After shaking off the Flower Crown and the thick layer of petals covering him, Xu Huo turned his wheelchair toward an area with fewer trees. The ground was covered in petals too, making it difficult to move. He had not gone far before the wheelchair got stuck.
"Let me help you." A gentle woman's voice came from behind him, and then the wheelchair began to move.
"Thank you." Xu Huo gestured for her to let go.
"Let's go to the pavilion over there," the woman said. "There are fewer people, and the air is fresher."
Xu Huo did not refuse and let the woman push him over.
The woman did not leave either. Instead, she sat down beside him and gazed at the park where petals drifted like snow. Smiling, she said, "This is the most beautiful place in the city. Men, women, and hermaphrodites all wear smiles here, having forgotten their troubles."
Xu Huo "looked" ahead. "Is that so?"
"Surely no one would have the heart to destroy such a beautiful scene, right?" The woman suddenly changed the subject. "Most of the people living here are ordinary people. They don't know about the game and aren't interested in Dungeons. They only want to live ordinary lives. But some Outer District Players don't think that way. Sometimes, they seem as if they've never seen beauty before. The first thing they think of after seeing it is how to destroy it."
This piqued Xu Huo's interest. "People would normally think someone like that has poor character. Feeling sympathy for them... that's a rather novel perspective."
When people dealt with a stronger destroyer, they usually felt hatred. If that