The Gaze
"So they knew perfectly well we weren't players in this dungeon, yet they still tried to find out about us." The Botanist frowned. "Does this dungeon specify who the players' opponents are?"
"They probably just happened to include us in the dungeon," the Gourmet said. "Our side quest is connected to Mr. Wen. Going by the wording, we're supposed to protect him. There'd be no need to create a dungeon like this just to steal a few things from the manor. The dungeon players' mission must be connected to Mr. Wen, too. Maybe some of them came specifically for him."
Dungeons like this could easily pit one side against another, with one attacking and the other defending. That would make Xu Huo and the others potential threats to Mr. Wen as well.
"Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that they're looking into us to get rid of us."
"From what we've seen so far, none of these players have made a move," the Photographer said. "But they're casting their net too wide. Every player at the banquet is a target. It seems anyone will do, and they don't seem interested in forming alliances with anyone else."
"That's a little unusual," the Scholar said. "Even in a dungeon that pits players against each other, players tend to form alliances wherever they gather. It's how the weak survive. If they aren't even considering it, this might be a solo-survival dungeon."
In other words, if only one person could clear the dungeon, the chances of players teaming up would be at their lowest.
"Only one person gets through?" The Botanist's eyebrows rose. "Won't they tear each other apart?"
"It's just one possibility," Xu Huo put in. "We'll know by tonight."
After the banquet ended, the remaining guests were gradually