Win their sympathy in exchange for the freedom of their detained clansmen, then make a clean escape?
Wishful thinking, and poorly timed at that.
The Feng family had been trapped here for who knew how many years. How could they possibly pin their hopes on someone they had met by chance, unless they had some other motive?
Thinking Xu Huo was unwilling to tell them the truth, the three exchanged glances, rose, and took their leave.
But this time, Xu Huo had been telling the truth.
The next day, the town residents and players ate early and headed to the factory.
After getting familiar with the work, Xu Huo's filling speed improved considerably, and his premium rate rose higher and higher. He was so focused that half the day passed before he realized it. When lunchtime arrived, he finally stopped, but something felt off. Looking over at Qian Han, he saw that the man was still locked in a battle of wits with his machine. He looked even more focused than yesterday, though there was a hint of gritted-teeth endurance in that concentration.
Xu Huo reached out and patted his shoulder. Qian Han actually froze for a moment before turning around. "What is it..."
Before he could finish, he suddenly came to his senses. He instinctively checked the Communicator on his wrist, then looked at the three completed instruments beside him. His face immediately changed. "I blanked out!"
The other players noticed the commotion. Since they had not been in the Dungeon for very long, they had experienced memory gaps before, but those had mostly happened while sleeping. Sometimes, they would close their eyes and open them again only to find that it was the next day. But while working...
Could they blank out while working too?
Luo Yu and