At this moment.
What Yan Fushou did not know was that Wei Yidong was far from the only one in despair.
Starting last night, members of the major guilds' Strategy Groups had entered Sekiro one after another, and ordinary players had followed in swarms—ever since then, scenes of inhuman torment had been playing out in the dungeon every single moment.
Ordinary players were still all right. Once they died, they did not dare try again.
But those top players from the major guilds...
In another dungeon space.
Zhao Heng stood numbly in an open clearing.
He no longer knew how many times he had died.
He only remembered that when he first entered this dungeon, he had charged in almost euphoric, the words "wipe away past shame" circling over and over in his mind, leaving him unable to sit still for even a moment.
Now Resident Evil had also become the dungeon he least wanted to remember in his entire life.
Because that dungeon had once again made him remember himself from four years ago, that coward who had wet his pants in front of his colleagues and could not lift his head in front of the office girl he had a crush on.
He had spent a full four years clearing countless dungeons, saving up sixty thousand survival points, becoming a star player in the Longsword Guild, and being chased by more than a hundred thousand people on the forums calling him awesome, all so he would never find that old self again.
And Resident Evil had made him find it again.
He had failed to clear it.
He had used every excuse he could not to keep playing the Resident Evil dungeon, then acted as if nothing had happened, but he knew that thorn in his heart had