Disorderly Situation
Xu Huo had come out to learn about the Dungeon. People were dying every minute, and even in a city as large as this one, he could easily come across someone in the process of dying.
It happened in a line of people waiting to collect rice. An old man suddenly began to suffocate. He had been chatting with someone, but abruptly clutched at himself, convulsed, and fell to the ground. The Players nearby rushed over at once and did everything they could to save him, but they still couldn't bring him back.
Xu Huo watched from a distance. The instant the old man began to suffocate, Xu Huo sensed the air inside his body being suddenly sucked away. It was as if a hole had grown inside him, draining every bit of air needed to sustain his life. Under such a sudden loss of pressure, his lungs couldn't function properly, and he died even faster than someone abruptly thrown into a vacuum.
Gradually, cries rose from the crowd. People clung to one another, overcome by both fear and grief.
This wasn't the first time it had happened near them, but once they were chosen, all they could do was die helplessly.
"Can't anyone save us?" someone cried, grabbing a Player who was carrying the body away. "What about that powerful Player? Get him to come save us!"
No Players had died so far, but they all knew full well that they wouldn't escape this. They were still busy maintaining order and helping people here and there, making no effort to clear the Dungeon, because they trusted the government. But as the deaths mounted, this bizarre and seemingly incurable way of dying weighed heavily on them.
"Wait for news. The country won't abandon us." The Player said it