"Hasn't he come out yet?"
Outside the tree hollow of Multiverse Number 8, Black Spider waited calmly.
Over the past day or so, she had left several times and returned several times, but Light of the White Race's status had remained in the multiverse the entire time. It had not changed at all.
What made everyone uneasy was that when Multiverse Number 136 had been cleared, those outside could still see Light of the White Race's progress. But this time, they could not even see the progress bar. No one knew what the other party was up to inside.
According to the members of the four major guilds, over the past two days, several thousand people, including passersby, had entered one after another. The number was about to break ten thousand.
Yet after logging off, everyone discussed it on real-world forums, and no one had actually seen Light of the White Race!
It was as if he had vanished from the face of the earth!
"What's even stranger is, why did he choose Multiverse Number 8? There's nothing in this Red River Valley instance—no dungeons, no monster farming spots, no bosses. It's just barren peaks, rivers, and jungle. The area is vast, but it has no value at all. No points, no S-Class items. Ever since it was discovered, no one has even figured out how to clear it. What did he go in there for?" a guild member asked in confusion.
In truth, Black Spider was puzzled too. Multiverse Number 8 was a godforsaken place. What was Light of the White Race doing there?
Every player in the Superconducting World had a dream: if others could not discover a clearing strategy, then they would discover it; if others could not earn points, then they would earn them; if others