In a certain private construction space, inside the attic of a clock tower.
As more and more people cleared the construction clubs' dungeons, the posts cursing them grew more and more numerous, and all six people present were starting to feel overwhelmed.
No.
Five people.
After that female group leader dropped her "insects" remarks, she had not come again, probably because she was a little annoyed.
But she could stay away; the others could not.
Because these leaders of the folk construction groups had all received the preview for that version update.
Were they drooling over that reward?
They were.
But when they heard what the leader of the Spirit Pivot Construction Group said and rushed to put their dungeons online, it was not solely for that vague, elusive reward. It was also to change the current situation.
Ever since Goddess Intervention took back constructors' pricing rights over dungeons.
Life had been getting harder and harder for folk construction groups like them. Ticket prices for all kinds of dungeons were only single digits, and at the same time, no one was willing to enter anymore.
Lu Xiu's three dungeons were like an insurmountable mountain, standing firmly over the heads of all folk constructors0
Those three great mountains stood there, not only blocking off their road of trickery and scams, but also like a merciless mirror, reflecting their current ugliness and wretchedness.
In truth, the people in the attic had indeed walked without hesitation into the gray zone back then in order to earn survival points, in order to live on in this cruel gamified world. They had even treated players as consumables to squeeze and scheme against.
But—when they had first become constructors, they too had carried a certain ambition and pride.
Who did not want the dungeon they constructed