Fragrant Essence Fried Fish was feeling extremely depressed.
Two days ago, a new commission with an exceptionally high reward had appeared on Shelter No. 11's commission board. He had eagerly accepted it, then eagerly followed the main group out to complete it.
They had spent a day and a half hunting a group of special sandworms through the desert. Just as they successfully surrounded the sandworm leader, a group of people in white robes suddenly appeared in the desert.
He kindly warned the white-robed people to stay away so they would not be harmed by the sandworms. The white-robed people refused and instead said they would help them hunt the sandworms.
An NPC had barged in and offered to help. Wasn't this a blessing from heaven?
Fragrant Essence Fried Fish had been overjoyed, convinced that the commission was as good as completed.
But what he had not expected was that, halfway through the fight, the white-robed people suddenly went berserk. Shouting things like "demons," "trials," and "revenge," they knocked every one of them to the ground. The way they charged over so ferociously was even more terrifying than the protagonists of a hot-blooded anime.
Nooo!
Fragrant Essence Fried Fish was dumbfounded.
By the time he came to his senses, most of the players who had acted alongside him were already dead. He and several other players had been bound into a heap in positions even more humiliating than a tortoise-shell restraint.
What awaited them next was naturally the much-loved series of events involving interrogators and prisoners that could not be spoken of.
"Those who understand the times are wise."
"Even with methods like these, you still refuse to open your mouths?"
As a player, Fragrant Essence Fried Fish was completely unafraid of the NPCs' threats. The only thing bothering him