Three days passed quickly.
It had been three days since the announcement that completing a Versus Instance would guarantee a Profession Certificate appeared.
In such a short time, of course, no Versus Instance could possibly have appeared.
----No, that wasn't right.
It seemed there really was one.
But no one knew who the instance's Architect was----and its rules were very simple.
It was an octagon fight.
And it used the physical qualities of ordinary people in an octagon fight.
There were no mechanics whatsoever.
Only fist meeting flesh.
Clearly, this was some Architect's trial creation after hearing the announcement.
--After all, what if it worked?
Unfortunately, there was no "what if."
Quite a few players were tricked into fighting several rounds. After wrestling strangers in the octagon a few times, they came out cursing.
Other than those with relevant professional experience, most players clearly did not enjoy close-quarters brawling—especially the somewhat ugly kind.
"Bullshit Versus Instance! The moment I went in, some two-hundred-pound strongman put me in a chokehold! My neck is still crooked!"
"I got choked out the moment I went in too! I fucking suspect that strongman was the Architect, right? He deliberately made an instance to ride the hype and get people choked out by him?"
"Ah, you guys got choked too----?"
In short----it was that absurd.
Meanwhile.
Inside Construction Space.
Lu Xiu had already built the main stage of the instance.
She was currently standing in a city's central square.
Hendon Myre.
Unlike the flat, side-scrolling streets from the original game where one could only move left and right,
what stood before Lu Xiu was a truly three-dimensional, grand, and intricate metropolis.
Classic white-walled, blue-windowed buildings stood in staggered rows. The presence of magic arrays made a soft glow faintly flow across the city streets and