"A low-grade Random Instance," Xu Huo said.
Shi Sanjiu gave him a thumbs-up. "You're impressive, kid. You've got a Dungeon and you're still fighting for your life in the game."
"Like you said, my strength is too low. I don't dare stay in a Dungeon for long," Xu Huo explained. "A Random Instance is a little better than a fixed one, but not by much."
If a Dungeon remained open for a long time, the game would restrict its opening range.
So, under normal circumstances, he used Tickets to balance things out. Opening a Dungeon meant suspending his Player status, while using a Ticket meant returning to the game. The Seventeenth Hospital had very low requirements for how many days a year it had to be open. He could also close the Dungeon after an instance ended. Since he didn't waste time inside, he still used Tickets as usual each month. That meant owning a Dungeon simply gave him an extra safe house.
"Far-sighted," Shi Sanjiu praised. "There's nothing fun about being a Dungeon owner. You can't do whatever you want, even on your own turf."
"Coming out may be risky... but at least the rewards are substantial."
Seeing how insincere Shi Sanjiu looked, Xu Huo couldn't help saying, "I bet you're kicking yourself now."
Shi Sanjiu shrugged. "Even if I regret it, I can't admit it. It's a matter of pride."
"Enough beating around the bush. Are you going to keep going? If you are, I'll wait for you in the thousandth room." He added, "There's nobody farther back."
"Seeing is Believing." Xu Huo made his position clear.
"This is a bit of a waste of time," Shi Sanjiu said. "Don't you have some convenient way to get around? Even a flying vehicle would be nice."
"Would you carry