Xu Huo briefly explained the situation in the Spatial Prison. "It does depend a bit on luck."
Zhu Xiaojin thought it over. "If you're a prisoner, you'll probably lose the game nine times out of ten. It's clearly designed to target prisoners. Could there be some kind of punishment built into this game?"
"I don't know if there's a punishment," the female Player said, "but that's how the game has to be played."
"Besides, this game is called One Third. Who knows if there'll be another round afterward? What I'm worried about is, if you win one round, there's still another, and if you lose one round, there's still another, won't we end up losing our lives here sooner or later?"
"I think it's much safer to clear the Dungeon outside," Zhu Xiaojin said. "Sure, you can kill anyone you want in here, but no one has any items, and there isn't much difference in strength. Taking on several people in a fistfight puts you at a disadvantage, so I doubt you can rack up many kills..."
As he spoke, his gaze lingered on Xu Huo. "Some people are exceptions, of course."
Knowing better than to ask how many people Xu Huo would have to kill to clear the game, Zhu Xiaojin stood up and called out to those around them. "Cheng Zhongzhi, Shen Fu! It's me, Zhu Xiaojin. Xu's here too. If you're still alive, hurry over!"
The Players around them looked their way. It wasn't unusual for Players to team up; plenty of people were doing just that. Even if they lost a game, a Dungeon didn't make it as easy as this one to rack up the number of people needed for a mission.
Zhu Xiaojin called out several times. After a while, a chubby middle-aged man